CIU

I’ve spent 6 years of my life with Chronic Idiopathic Demographic Urticaria (CIU) every single frickin’ day. Needless to say, people who have this condition would know what it is and why it ruins and kills the joy in our lives. It absolutely CONSUMES me. I can’t find the trigger and I also lack the courage to pull the trigger. It’s really hard to stay positive when I’m scratching my balls skin off the whole time. Not to mention those sleepless nights.

Itchy, scratch
Pain, yelp
Cold, shiver
Hot, sweat
Pissed, lash
Scared, squirm
Happy, smile
Angry, frown
Sad, cry


These are some of the most frequent occurrences and our natural response to it.

Did I mention that scratching is obscene? Especially when sensitive areas itch in public. Now what am I to do about that? Ripping my skin into shreds of dead cells everyday. Sigh.

Telling a sufferer "don't scratch" is really the simplest thing one can say without being able to accomplish it themselves. Ever had an itch that you couldn't reach to scratch it? How did you feel? Rate your frustration out of a scale of 10 and multiply it by infinity. That's exactly how we feel. And because Xyzal had started to resist and is weaning off the effectiveness on me, I started googling AGAIN and miraculously discovered this darling website:

http://wordslessspoken.com/?p=549

I must say that I am going to try the Vitamin combo method tonight. Shall update again on this. Everyone with this condition should visit this webby as by far, this is most encouraging and informative. Even if this method does not work for me, I no longer feel alone on earth with this fucking skin disease.

Tried and NOT working:

• Loratidine
• Cetrizine (Zyrtec)
• Telfast
• Antarax
• Steroid Injections (relief for 1 week)
• Boy’s Pee mixed with Charcoal Ash (Application purposes, DO NOT, i repeat, DO NOT CONSUME!!)
• Pearl Powder (Application & Consumption)
• Change of washing detergent/shower foam
• Vitamin B-12
• Heated White Rice Wine (Application)
• Seahorse Soup
• Some Chinese Herbal Soup Recipe from a friend
• Some Miracle Mixed Fruits Concentrate
• Calamine Lotion
• Dettol Powder
• ‘Snake’ Powder
• Icepacks
• Prescription Creams
& the lists goes on...

I wrote this years ago to speak about my pain of being itchyalive:

Live and let die let me be
Immerse myself in my serenity
Drown myself in a pool of blood
Watch my tears flow down in floods
Allow my sweat to drip and drop
It will dry up when I’m a corpse
Fly with me to the clouds above
Help me leave this pitiful earth
Been to heaven been to hell
Why do I still live to tell
Awaken myself from the undead
My eyes lie open when I go to bed
Drain my emotions my need to touch
My brain don’t function I don’t remember much
Freeze my heartbeat at zero degrees
Let my blood pressure speedily increase
Heat my temperature to boiling point
Crack my bones and break my joints
Clone me from a human being
Do I look pretty or simply obscene
Take my paw and slit my wrist
From this second
I cease to exist…

Parting thought: Why is Human able to develop an immunity against pain but not itch?

Don't Understand Women

I'll probably get hated by women for my post today but still, I know many guys face a great deal of frustrations with them. This post is written in the aspect of a typical guy in Singapore Singlish Style. Please Enjoy!



Women don’t say what they feel
They think what they think
And say things that don’t link

Women expect you to know
If you don’t, tempers throw and throw
How are we supposed to know?
We’re not Gods, just average joes.

Ask them what they want, they say anything
Buy them 6 packs of maxi pad with wings
How we know they set eyes on blingbling diamond rings?

Women want us to be early, can never be late
It’s perfectly ok only if they make us wait
Such unreasonable people, ultimate hate

Women once open their mouth will never shut
Must try to ignore, maybe just a naggy old fart
Must be stupid cupid shoot the wrong dart
Aim wrongly and then ended up in my heart

Women say yes means no and no means yes
Every time trying to put us to the test
If you can’t tell us straight, talk to our ass

With Love From,
Men~

More or Less?

Sometimes, having less is more. In Singapore, if you earn PEANUTS, you will be treated like a PEANUT.

Especially so if you are a guy. So, I'll just lay down some facts if money is a strong criteria for you when accessing a guy's marriage-abilty.

Fat paycheck may lead to:

LESS:
1) Sleep
2) time to enjoy your wealth
3) time for yourself, family & friends
4) time for leisure walks or activties
5) trust in people
6) humility & grace
7) giving
8) needs
9) wholesome
10) truthful

MORE:
1) money to travel to exquisite cities
2) business travels
3) private properties & luxury cars & stock trading or investments
4) liabilities & tax
5) atas or power hungry friends
6) wants
7) retail therapy
8) health issues
9) insurance
10) mistresses or sugar babies (appeal to the opposite sex)
11) liver burn from intoxication
12) feelings of an insatiable thirst for money
13) willful demands
14) brawls
15) divorce rates


Ohh this is also a cool way to console myself whenever I wished I earned more too. Hehe. Yes, let’s be honest here and say no one wants to marry a 穷光蛋?

And who wants to live in a dumpster? It’s good to get some goals and enjoyment in life but no one should prioritize money as the most important criteria when seeking your other half. Money comes and goes as it damn well pleases, so even if you lock it down, live like a scrooge, death will consume it. When you fly to hell heaven, you’d wish the one thing you spent the most was time with loved ones, rather than spending your dough.


2 many complaints, few gives compliments
2 much 2 take, 2 little 2 give
2 much to win, nothing to lose
2 many take for granted, few shows gratitude
2 much unhappiness, 2 little merriment
2 much selfishness, in this cold world
2 much deception, I live for your lies
2 many wars, evolved from peace
2 much coldness, icing the warmth
2 much discipline, mind freak control
2 many laws, we abide in fear
2 many rejections, subjected to approval
2 much jest, the joker laughs
2 much talk, without any action
2 much about me & least said about you
I take 2 much from a little of everything
It's 2 much for me to take
I'm going to let go
I control me

Picture Credits

1. Peanut Image taken from:
http://healthland.time.com/2010/06/08/designing-a-low-allergy-peanut/

Hyperhidrosis

Something I written at 18 to reflect my pain of excessive sweating. It's a genetic condition.



I tell my story of life with hyperhidrosis
This condition has been planted on my face, feet and fists
It has followed me from an adolescent to an 18 year old teen
It is in my blood, it is in my genes
Since young, I could not write with my bare palms
Gloves or tissues prevents water smearing both my arms
I can't play with children because of physical contact
I'll bet they thought I was freaky, but hey that's a fact
I can't wear certain shoes because of my feet
They smell no matter how I wash and clean
Any contact with dust, it evolves into mud
It's truly revolting, it's driving me nuts
Remember the first time I wore that 3cm slip-on
It was also the last platform I ever placed my sole upon
So I'll stick to my flat wears and comfy sport shoes
At least I am safe from aching feet blues
Quick moments or even stillness invokes beads of perspire
People repetitively question me, but I never get tired
I'm always swiping tissues on my forehead and neck
Sweat trickles down my underarms and also my back
So I take a shower the moment I get back home
Scrubbing and lathering that soapy scented liquid foam
After I've towel dried my tussle of hair
I'm perspiring before I've thrown on clothes to wear
But growing up is simply a chore to be done
To top it off, I have sweats glands on my hands that run
In greetings when others extend their hands
I flip out the back of my hand, but I don't mean to offend
When my fingers accidentally brush by people's arms
They quickly swipe it off, like I'm some scurvy scum
During lunch, I leave mini puddles around my dining plate
Even if I wanna leave an impression, it all boils down to fate
Take a bus home, you'd think I'd ride in peace
Just gripping on metal rails accumulates the heat
I once dripped sweat on this working man's pants
Another time on a teenage boy's hand
I've never been so embarrassed in my peaceful life
Now I carry a handy towel that must always be by my side
I can't imagine holding hands with any boyfriend
Perhaps I'll be brokenhearted when I see him react
If I ever get married, I have thought for my kids
I'm truly fearful of this hereditary risk
I've tried it all, antiperspirants and medical pills
All fails and I've yet to find a remedy that's ideal
Electric current is periodically temporary
But it's high monthly bill is absolutely necessary
Surgery is timeless, it will last forever
Then again, side effects thereafter be delivered
So for now, I shall endure with my little shame
Cause this is my destiny, there's no one to blame


Above is my true life account. Only the last sentence is phony. In all honesty, I blamed my parents ALOT. All the bloody time. Every time I made puddles and every time I cried for dryness. I don't understand why they selfishly didn't think about the happiness of the next generation.

Fact: Surgery can only be performed for palms. There is no surgery for curing body and feet perspiration. (Yup, if feet surgery is available, I'd go for it too).

Plus points: My head and neck no longer perspires. My palms occasionally perspires when I exercise or feel really hot.
Side Effects/Compensatory Perspiration: The perspiration had diverted to my stomach and thighs. My body perspiration had doubled.

I've had Thoracoscopic Sympathectomy (surgery) performed at the CGH Heart Centre when I was 22. They cut two 1cm incisions at both sides near the armpit area and snip the perspiration nerve that controls the sweat on my palms. I spent one night at the hospital. The pain was so bad that I regretted this decision. However, when the joy of my dry palms settled in, I will never forget the exhilaration with the promise of a normal life. I can't remember how much I paid for the surgery, but its about 3 to 5 grand. I used my dad's Medisave as well.

No doubt it's not a life threatening condition but people will never understand how life sucked and was ruined because of excessive sweating because they weren't suffering from it. I firmly believe fellow sufferers will understand my/our pain. Things that normal people can do and take for granted are torturous and embarrassing for us. There are also many people who regretted this surgery because their hands dried out or compensatory sweating got so bad. But I'd rather change more T-Shirts or wear double layer clothes just to be able stop sweating. I remember every birthday wish was to beg God to stop my palms from sweating, and I was willing to give up 30 years of my life for that.

Fortunately, I discovered Thoracoscopic Sympathectomy. And oh man,life is worthwhile now. :)

Girls & Loos

Guys, ever wondered why gals need to visit the loo in twos or more? Isn't peeing supposed to be a lone ranger thing? How come girls seem to pee at the same time? Is it a coincidence?


Uh huh, the truth unveils.



1) Did you know its rude not to invite? Girls love to invite others to visit the loo together as its not very nice to take off alone. Others will gossip about you once you leave, right?

2) Girls hate being alone or being seen alone. They like to have company wherever they go.It's girl thing. You won't get it, it's okay.

3) If you have a female in your life, you probably knew that the queue at the female loos are so damn bloody long. Your time you spent loitering outside the lavatories could be better spent on gaming huh. Bring along a friend to chat whilst girls queue does make the time pass faster indeed.

4) Be it for security reasons, gossip or casual chat. Face it, girls love to jabber n gossip about the bitch in office(not a wise move here) or the new hottie bloke. Where else better to chat than whilst taking a leak and sharing the juicy bits?

5) Powder up & share make up. Yes, for unknown reasons, some girls share make up & tips together without regard for hygiene. Zee loo is where one can transform a gal from zero esteem to infinite confidence. Think, pouty lips and manga anime eyes. Guys totally dig it.

6) How come girls pee at the same time?

It's no coincidence of course but girls are the pee pee kinda people. It's a known fact that girls pee more than boys. Many times a day, even if you didn't know or notice, girls are holding their pee. Waiting to unleash. Maybe work is hectic or maybe she's plain lazy to walk. Known as the procrastination syndrome, many girls suffer from this deadly disease. Well, whatever the reason, even when u see us sitting there, legs crossed, fingers typing, yup we're holding it. So the relief finally comes when someone asks "Wanna go toilet?" and the gal totters along. So do you see how important those invites are? ^^V

7) You never know when menses might make an entrance. So to avoid trills and spills, bring a friend who can save u.

Friends that Make Me Tick

Friends make commitments that they don't intend to keep. Funnily, people do it all the time consciously or unconsciously. True enough, daily examples are horrendous. Friends that make me tick and cringe.

Say, XX readily agreed to go to this outing with me this weekend. Time and location and meeting place were set and ready to go. However, on the date itself, it was a no show. Duuuhhh! Even airlines charges money for no show fees, perhaps I should too?

Say, XX came to know about this outing and asked me indignantly “Why am I not invited?”, so I replied XX with the details of this outing. Voila! XX did not attend the outing afterall. The best part was XX does not inform me whether he/she was coming or not coming. Aha! Was it meant to be a RIDDLE?? Hmm…. I’m not so good with riddles, oh wells.

Say, after I kept facing multiple rejections from XX on hanging out sessions, XX casually remarked “Let’s catch up some time.” Kindly ZOOM IN on the FULLSTOP in this sentence. A FULLSTOP and a QUESTION MARK, it sure does make a helluva difference in the context. A fullstop ends the sentence, no commitments whatsoever, you may wish to think of it as a one night stand. A question mark however requires an answer, you may consider it as flexible commitment. Read carefully next time to avoid reading the wrong signals.

Say, XX is spontaneous hyper siao-on type of person. No matter what event or timing, XX is always EVER-READY to agree to go. I ain’t talking about a battery here, I’m talking about a human who doesn’t appear to think twice or check his own calendar schedules which might have been packed to the brim when he commits to an event . Just wondering, do you say yes before you thought about no? No. Yes, that’s just the answer I want to know. So is that a yes or no?

Yeah sure, go ahead and leave. The front door is open and kindly don’t bang your head on it along the way out alright? I don’t want any blood on my door. Thanks.

Style Trend (Elastic Tights)

Clothes can make or break us. How many times have you silently critiqued another’s dressing style and found yourself gleefully thinking “Thank goodness I look way better than That.”.

For the love of God and to avoid fashion disaster, please DO NOT wear your elastic band tights as a pair of external pants! You do not wish to look like a stuffed-up sausage, no siree.

Do couple your tights with a pair of shorts or mini skirt or a long top or absolutely anything, even a sarong that can help to hide your ass. There's a massive bunch of unconscious people walking around Singapore in nothing but tights and a short top appealing for my discomfort; to look elsewhere or just about anywhere else. Whether they have tight or loose buns, I’d really rather NOT know. Thank you. Didn't they know any better when they see other people spotting the same attire or do they selectively ignore these cold hard facts?

Ever notice why most plus sized ladies like to spot tights? (I really can't figure this out) Ever notice that even the skinniest people can't pull off a pair of tights and a short top? If the skinny can't even pull it off, how on earth can the plus sizer? (What were they thinking?!)

Verdict: Tights are not EXTERNAL pants!!! They are meant for ballerinas or dancers or for fashion statement (not disaster). Do not, I repeat DO NOT wear them by itself. They are lonely and in dire need of a companion to bring out the beauty of it.

Disclaimer: I'm not talking about cotton tights. Those are fine. I'm talking about elastic tights that bond your skin to skin. Gawd!!! Euuueeee!!! That said, please choose clothes that hide flaws and showcase your best. You do want to leave an good impression you know.

Bedtime Story: Rat Race

We all know what the 5Cs mean in Singapore. If you don't, here's the lowdown: Cash, Credit Card, Career, Condominium & Car. It’s a glorious goal that most people are striving for. However, sometimes we work so hard, running in the rat race that we tend to forget to enjoy the run. We forget the reason why we ran. We are nothing but mice. Each running in our own ‘hamster wheelies’ trying to get ahead in life, trying to outrun other fellow mice (because they are evil mice whose pure existence boils your blood each time they outshine you. You can’t let them overtake you without a fight!) Ultimately, the first mouse that reaches the destination gets to pick his cheese first. The pecking order had begun and every mouse wants to be first. Cheese is in priority of family and friends.

Each mouse is consumed by solitariness. As time passed, they lost their EQ and need to interact with others. They focused solely on themselves. They think the world is selfish and everyone else seems to owe them a living. Rumble grumble fumble. Picking themselves up. Weary from all these years of running, yet are so afraid that if they stop, others would overtake them. Fear shrouds their mind, the prized cheese renders all blind.

One day, a brave little mouse decided to ask another mouse to join him in his run. They hop onto a wheelie and they sped on and on. It felt like infinity and the best part was, they did not even feel tired because of the lovely company each had. They had so much fun that they asked other mice to join them. In no time, they bonded and formed a strong pack. A pack of runners can outrun lone souls easily and they accumulated a massive load of the finest cheese. However, cheese is no longer the sole pushing factor from them to continue their run. They have sufficient cheese for a comfortable living for their families. In fact, the joy of running together, making friends & having time for family overrides the seduction of cheese. They chuckled at other zombiefried mice who refused to join in their pack or form their own pack.

Running together increases productivity and efficiency. They have a sense of belonging to this pack. Henceforth, it's no longer a Rat Race.

Remember that Firsts will never come if there weren’t Seconds and Thirds to begin with. We all have a place in life. No matter how puny or insignificant you think you are, you matter to someone who holds you dear. Don't let others look down on you. Better yet, don't ever look down on yourself. Make others smile even if it means you gotta clown around. The happiest people always seem to poor. But they are very rich in their hearts & soul.

The secret of happiness is the contentment and satisfaction of what I am and what I have. My own run had just begun. How about you?

Where is the Chivalry, Gentlemen ?

Chivalry is freaking dead. Let me teach you something that even BEASTS human beings should would know. This may be applied to all femmes, platonic or significant other.

Rule #1: Always treat a lady right.

#2: Open the door for her.

#3: Always look behind, hold the door if you see her coming your way.

#4: Offer her your jacket if she is cold (not your freaking body, you cheekopek!!!).

#5: Even if you are shorter than her, be the one to hold the umbrella when there's a downpour(So what if you have short legs, body and hands. Tell me, what other part of you is short???).

‎#6: When walking beside her on the pavement, you should take the side closest to the road.

#7: Offer to send her home when it's past midnight, if she declines, accept it. Don't push your luck ma' brother.

#8: If you do send her home, walk her to her door. That's only polite and ensures her safety ain't compromised.

#9: Always ask her how she feels, what she likes to eat and where she would like to go. Dont ASSume. If she says she is fine with anything, please be a man & exercise your decisional rights & instincts.

#10: When she is carrying a heavy load, offer your damned biceps and she may just offer herself to you. *wink

Disclaimer: Chivalry does not & should not be applied to bitches unworthy souls.

Hogwarts in Singapore

You can find the Hogwarts spirit right here in Singapore.

Aboard the MRT Train

RavenClaw: Self-fullfiling harmless lot. These people will find a pole, a wall, a stranger's arm or spine and start leaning their weight on it for alls' worth. They have no backbone. Since they can't get a seat, might as well lean for abit. They also tend to Stomp people who sit on 'Reserved Seats'. All talk and no action.

Gryffindor: Righteous goody-2-shoes lot. They give up their seats and mind their personal space. They wake people who are pretending to concuss to ask them to give up their seats to the needy. They'd rather die than to be seen in Stomp on a reserved seat when there's like a pregnant woman standing 3 train cubicles away. It's better to be safe than sorry.

HufflePuff: Quiet & Cowardly lot. You will recognize them by their wide, fearful eyes. Bags pressed tightly to their bodies, eyes wary of pervs and thieves. First to run when there's any sign of trouble.

Slytherins: Evil suspicious lot. They don't believe in the exit before boarding rule. The moment they slither in from the doorway, you will feel them before you actually see them as they will be shoving, pushing, poking your back. Whatever it takes to get a seat! Poof!! They teleport to the next available empty seat before you can think "ah.. a seat".

Simply MAGICAL experience on board the MRT train.