The beginning

Door locks : checked 5 times
fire safety : checked at least 6 times
windows locked : check only twice


Light switches.........actually, it hasn't got to that point yet

Here I was sitting in my flat staring at the computer screen surfing through the millions and millions of websites looking for something to do; pondering like all the other weekends before, that I should start writing, sharing my thoughts with the world etc etc.

the difficult thing is where to start? what is about me that can be interesting enough to share with the world, that is filled with already published books, films, and currently the magic TV. who ever invented the TV, desearves a Nobel prize.

It even got to the point where I was searching through google to find ' How to write a book', ' how to tell a story'. Like so many cliches, it always said, to be a writer, one must write about what one knows best, oneself!

so I thought i talk about me : )

• I am almost thirty ( and if you are thinking how close this ' almost ' is, don't, its rude )
• I am single ( not sure is this is good or bad yet, commitment is overrated)
• I am a doctor ( contrary to wide belief, a little OCD is probably the best thing that's happend, can you imaging your doctor not washing their hands before they touch you! eeewww ! )
• I definetly think I have OCD

I don't know about you, but I know the fact is that everyone has a certain amount of Obsessive compulsiveness, its....well its my coping strategy. unlike many others, I know exactly when my OCD started, the day I started Anatomy class back in Med school, and my lab partner ( no ironically not me ) fainted facing downwards towards the body. Imagning well preserved juices of formaldyhyde that will never ever ever come out of your sweater, even if you are just standing there, multiply by at least 10 is the result of actually dipping your hair in it too. My friend is now a psychiatrist, so you get the jist of the degree of mental trauma.

OCD isn't all that bad, I carry an alcohol hand spray way before the swine flu fiasco, all my friends who considered me a freak before now doesn't hesitate to ask for a little spray too. Baby wipes, definetly comes in handy when sitting on the train, and the table before you is just covered in...what you hope was coffee. And what is so bad about wanting to live in a clean flat.

So this is the beginning, to rant and review the world through my OCD eyes. I'll keep you posted