My Big "Haiya" Moments

Addiction is a bad thing. Well, usually that's the idea one normally gets - the word itself, that is, 'addiction'. It's bad enough that one can't stop smoking or drinking, and yet claim that they're not addicted. Total denial. My aim of blogging today isn't to condemn anyone. The earlier sentences were just my way of saying hello. I'm a girl, and girls, generally, have a weird way of expressing what they really have in mind which only generates confusion and contradiction sometimes. 

My predicament is this. It's something that I have just recently developed. I'm dealing with allergic reactions believed to be caused by some of the food that enter my digestive system. I can't exactly pin-point what and what they are, but I believe that one of it is chili. I like my food hot. That means chili in its original form or in some other altered way on my plate. The closest that I can describe of the type of hot sauce that I over-mix with my food is chili in vinegar that is usually blended with ginger and garlic, and whatever secret ingredient there is in it. BUT (nasib baik bukan kena spell 'butt')...the condition of my skin is not in its best state these days especially on my face and neck area, and sometimes my gums. Oh my. I can only look and taste with my imagination how much tastier my food would be like with some of that condiment that my palates have grown fond of. 


It's coming to about three weeks now since I've come to live with the fate that has befell me. I don't even know if I have the power to exaggerate about this. I'm fed up because I live in discomfort, partly pain, anger, and a bit of a bruise to my self-esteem. People notice the redness, and it's not the type of attention I'm seeking for at all.   


There comes moments when I just feel like ripping off my entire eyelids. Itchy. Just too itchy. 

HAIYA HAIYA HAIYA HAIYA HAIYA

HAIYA!!!!!!

I might as well become a skin specialist one of these days.