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A Singaporean girl who graduated from a Medical College in the UK and currently working as a doctor, spending most of my years abroad burying myself amongst medical books, speaking Queen's English and trying to adapt to life in Britain. But I still remain a true blue Singaporean who loves my plate of char kway teow and enjoys the sense of closeness when speaking "Singlish" to my fellow countrymen. Why "The Chinese Doctor"? Because that's what my patients call me since they don't know my name!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Hate it!

Here's why I hate living with people I don't really know.

Call it Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD), but I absolutely hate it when someone else (apart from Dearie and my family) uses my fork, spoon, knife, bowl, plate and cup. Because they tend to go missing for a very very very long time, and it gets on my nerves if someone uses them, and throws it at a corner after that without washing it.

I have 3 spoons to begin with, and now ALL of them are missing. I don't bloody understand why people can't use their own utensils? Don't they have their own set? I feel terribly uncomfortable using utensils which are not mine when I'm in my own accomodation.

Totally dread it that I have to make sure I remember to dry up all my washed utensils, so that I can hide them in my cupboard. And just because I forgot to hide my one and only spoon (lost the other 2...dont know where the fuck it has gone to), now it is missing!

Yes, I have weird habits. Since young, I hate it whenever someone I'm not close to uses my stuffs, and I do lose my temper on the spot for this. I dread it when others pick into my food using dining utensils which has already been used. I dislike the idea of people eating without using the service spoons (I know it's the Chinese culture, and no matter how hard I try to accept it, I can't). If someone steals a gulp of my drink, I do get annoyed and I'll usually give him/her the entire cup.

To me, all the above is gross. I don't like the thought abt me sharing my saliva with others, and neither do I fancy the thought of others sharing their saliva with me. It turns me off completely. And although I know lots of diseases aren't spread this way, I still hate the idea of utensil/food/drink sharing.

I also dread having my clothes, towel and undergarments shared. It sounds ridiculous, but I do dump the towel away if someone else (apart from my bf) uses it. Even if it's brand new, I dump it without hesitating. Undergarments gets on my nerves most. Good thing I haven't had this problem for a long time, but when I was younger, I throw them away if someone else has used it and returns it to me after it's been washed. Sounds rude, but I find it disgusting.

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