It has been quite a while I haven't blogging...honestly I'm bored and have nothing to say.
Its summer again and my final exam is coming sob3, and my 20th birthday is a day before the exam. Try to put yourself in my shoes, can you imagine how unlucky I am to celebrate my birthday in the utmost stressfull atmosphere. One way or another, I demand for my birthday party and gifts hahaha...
Speaking about summer, I've been thinking about how's my mum and dad been doing right now..can't wait to be back in Malaysia.
My mum had minor fractures at her wrist when she accidentally fell at her old friends' house. The fracture is not serious. The doc only put on a bandage and she'll be in perfect health in no time.
I wonder what abah been up to right now. My sister said that we have OCD or obsessive compulsive disorder running in our family. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't mean that we are mentally retarded or crazy, its just a term given to a person who always have unwanted thoughts and tend to repeat a certain behaviour over and over again. In simpler word, paranoid or perfectionist.
It can happen to every normal person that you met. The person might have obsession with hygiene and spend hours washing her hands fearing that she is not clean enough or contaminated. These thoughts might get worse and change her life completely. Still doesn't get it, why don't you watch Monk, a tv series about the life of a detective having OCD after losing he wife.
Cleaning is a must in our family. My dad spends half of the day cleaning the house and his cats while my sister is just too organise in everything. She even helped me packed my luggage and shopped for my personal stuff before flying for egypt hehe.
FYI, abah wouldn't let us wash the dishes because he thinks that we could never wash them as clean as he did. Hehe thats why I hate basuh pinggan so much, never used to it.
Unfortunately, I inherit his OCD trait too. I spent hours in the toilet scrubbing my back and paranoid with carrying too much cash in my bag. I can't help checking the contents of my bags when I'm out in the public, after tired of unzipping the bag, I will clutch to it tightly untill I'm safely back at home.
I hate drawing tables with uneven lines and wasting my time measuring the columns and rows. I always prepare overcooked vegies for my friends. There's nothing more irritating than filling forms or important documents because I can't help seeking assurance and approval repeatedly from everyone. Sometimes there's guilt inside me for having doubts in them, sorry guys...I can't help it.
The thing is that OCD patients are constantly having thoughts, images, impulses about how contaminated and unprotected they are, and the only way to clear their mind is by replacing with other thoughts or action.
My mum must have the heart of an angel for being able to put up with our craziness hahaha...
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