I know I’ve complained a lot about this in the last year or so, but in the interest of spreading knowledge, I feel I need to tell you the best way to clean your ear. After all, what’s the point of getting my ear infected every six months if I don’t learn something from it, right?

First, about earwax. It’s basically a secretion in the ear canal which provides some protection from bacteria, fungus and (eww) insects. It also helps clean and lubricate it, because the skin in the ear canal is really quite delicate, and if it’s dry it gets itchy.

So apparently, there are two distinct types of earwax. The wet type which is more common in Caucasians and Africans, and the dry type is more common in Asians and Native Americans. But wet or dry really depends on your genes, with the wet type being dominant and the dry type, recessive. The dry type of wax is hard and gray, with the wet one being honey coloured.

Additionally, the difference in the wax type is caused by a single gene, and the mutation in the gene also reduces sweat production, which could’ve aided the ancestors of the East Asians and Native Americans (since they might have lived in cold climates).

For details on the stuff above, check out the earwax wikipedia stub.

So now we’ve got the lowdown about earwax, the next question is – how do we get rid of it?

The ear apparently should be self cleaning. The wax will build up, and through movements in your jaw, it’s supposed to move to the outter bits of your ear canal and finally flake off when it reaches the outside. To aid this natural action, you could talk a lot or chew gum. However, not all ears are built the same, and sometimes people have ear anatomies that tend to collect wax instead of drain it off.

Add to that, wax production tends to increase as you get older, so for me it was merely a matter of time.

Doctors would always tell you that you shouldn’t use a Q-tip to clean your ear. I suppose I’m living proof of that. Although it feels good, you’re actually pushing the wax to the back of your ear canal – and I know this because the first time I had my ear syringed, the wax from my left ear (the drier ear with no problems) was shaped like a potato chip – a curved flap – like it was pushed by a Q-tip against the back of the ear canal.

There are three things you can do to remove the wax in your ear. I think it really depends on how desperate you are. If you don’t have ear problems, you probably don’t need to do any of this. And if you’re not sure what your ear problem is, see a doctor.

Cerumenolysis
For normal maintenance, it would seem the safest way is to use a cerumenolytic agent. [Cerumen = earwax] There are several types of cerumenolytics, but the commonest home remedy seems to be olive oil, mineral oil, sweet almond oil or baby oil. Apply a couple of drops to a tilted head at night. Leave it for a few minutes. Drain the excess off. It’s supposed to coat the wax, loosen its grip to your ear canal, and should drop or drain off naturally in a few days.

You can also get cerumenolytics from the pharmacies here – but they’ve not really worked that great for me. Waxol is docusate sodium bp 0.5% – docusate is (hahaha) a laxative, and regularly used as a stool softner. Earex is equal parts peanut oil, almond oil and camphor oil. I think it’s probably better for regular maintenance.

You can also get a cerumen extraction kit from US pharmacies, they mostly contain a cerumenolytic like carbamide peroxide 6.5% in a glycerine base. And it might or might not include an ear syringe. So the idea is you soften with the cerumenolytic for a few days, then syringe the ear to flush the softened wax out.

Reportedly, good old sodium bicarbonate does a great job of dispersing the wax. 10% in water should do the trick. Let it bubble in your ear (tilt so it stays) for a few minutes and let it drain out.

Syringing
Though it sounds rather drastic, it’s nothing more than shooting a gentle warm stream of water to the top and back of the ear canal so the water can cascade from the back, irrigate the ear and push the wax from inside out. You can use water, or sodium bicarbonate in water. But the key is that the water should be warm (body temperature) or you might suffer dizziness. Or grow a third ear at the back of your head.

Ok, kidding about the third ear.

You have to soften the wax with a cerumenolytic first. Most sources say you should use the cerumenolytic thrice a day for 3-4 days before syringing, and I suppose it’s a good idea to do so especially if you’ve impacted cerumen. There’s really no good way to know if your earwax is so full in your ear it’s impacted, but if you can’t hear in one ear, most likely that’s the case.

Most of the times, my ear is usually impacted and infected, requiring a weeklong treatment with ear drops before I get to have it syringed. So in addition to the discomfort of an ear full of wax, it itches or hurts.

The moral of the story here is: don’t use Q-tips to clean your ear! If you really really have to, use olive oil, baby oil, almond oil or Earex to soften it first – drop a couple of drops in your ear canal, tilt your head to keep it in for a few minutes, drain the excess and then use your Q-tip to trap the rest. Don’t push it to the back of your ear, and be gentle because the skin in your ear is fragile.

If you’ve never had your ear syringed, get it done by a doctor. If fact, if you’ve no idea what’s wrong, get it checked by your doctor. It is, after all, your ear. You don’t really want to mess with it. And if you do get it syringed by a doctor, make sure he checks your ear again after syringing to verify that the ear is indeed clear. You don’t want a re-occurance because he did a shoddy job the first round.

If you’re still intent on syringing at home, you can get one here. I’d get one if it 1) weren’t such a dodgey site, 2) were a quarter the price. Tell me if it works for you!

Get professional help
Ok. If you really can’t stand the build-up of wax in your ear, are too impatient to wait for the cerumenolytics to work but too chickenshit to syringe your own ear – I won’t blame you it’s difficult to look down your own ear canal – go to your regular GP. They’ll either do the water syringing thing, or vacuum it out. I’ve not had my ear vacuumed, so I can’t tell you if it’s better or worse. However, a freshly syringed ear is the best feeling ever. It’s a mixture of relief, refreshed perspective and heightened awareness! For the first day or so you’ll hear everything! Every little crackle, every echo every snort or pin drop. Everything will be loud and the echo in your ear will drive you nuts! But after a while either the wax comes back or your brain filters off the extra sounds and it’s back to your regular programming.

When I had my ear syringed at Raffles Medical, it cost about S$50. If you work with at the local Big Why with me – that’s not covered by our medical plan, it’ll have to come out of your own pocket.

Ok. After this long discourse, I’m still stuck with otitis media so I’m on anti-infective and anti-inflammatory ear drops, before I can do anything else.

And I thought this was interesting: local online pharmacies (!!)

  1. Changi General Hospital Pharmacy: the best of the lot. Nice promotions section, decent UI and search and free delivery for purchases $70 and over. For the rest, it costs $5. They also have customer support and a pretty extensive FAQ section. This gets my vote!
  2. NTUC Healthmart: is a pretty pathetic site, uncategorised, unsearchable and doesn’t load nicely in Firefox. It’s a complete failure, so don’t bother visiting it.
  3. Tan Tock Seng Hospital Pharmacy: $8 delivery with a minimum order of $50. Search works, and has a good range of products. Weird layout, very typical sg e-commerce look and feel.

And this concludes my research on my ear ailment. Again, check with your doctor if you’re not sure what’s going on with your ear or have experienced the symptoms for the first time. Try the remedies above at your own risk.

Take care and have a Happy New Ear ahead!

Time flies even when you’re not having fun, and I can’t say I’ve had a whole heap of fun this year. Unfortunately I chose to get through the year whining though it was equally easy to get through it smiling.

It’s been long, tiring and gruelling, and the worse bit is I’m right back where I was at the end of 2005. No where. Compare it here.

My working year has been marred by loads of inaction, and while I’m still as busy and tired as I was before, I don’t feel like anything’s getting anywhere, my theme for the year. I feel like all the wheels are spinning, but I’m stuck in the mud still, and getting nowhere.

In retaliation, I cleared my desk at work.

My personal year has been slightly more productive. I tried a new language (though I’m by no means proficient enough to order food), I visited places I never thought I would. But I didn’t quite work out as much as I would’ve liked, and I didn’t move on like I expected to. And now I’ve only myself to blame for it.

I’ve also come to terms that I’m unlikely to lose the weight I’ve put on in the last year. I retaliation, I cleared my closet at home and removed 15kg of clothes that didn’t fit me any more.

I’ve also decided that there is more to life than making sure the kitchen utensils are perfect and not all clothes can be tumble-dried and that’s made me generally a happier camper at home.

But hey, there’s always next year to look forward to. I’m old enough to take on something as trivial as change, I suppose. After all, I get to get a new IC and all. That should count for something, right? New identity (card), new life, new outlook.

Next year, I’m going to start taking better care of my health.

Next year, I’m going to make time to take good photos.

Next year, I’m going to read the stuff I accumulated this year to be funny again.

Next year, I’m going to have to converse in Korean.

Next year, I’m going to move along, and move along fabulously.

Goodbye 2006, you’ve taught me to face 2007 with a smile and I will.

I tried posting this entry yesterday, but it didn’t happen.

An earthquake in Taiwan today apparently damaged an undersea cable affecting my surfing pleasure. This is very annoying, because it’s taking a really long time for me to get anywhere I need for whatever I want. This is very annoying, considering how anything useful to anyone’s life is across the pond somewhere else other than in Asia.

What’s surprising though, is that while MSN Messenger is mostly down, or spotty, Yahoo! Messenger seems fine. Yay!

cake spadeIn other news, I tried to go shopping today, but was thwarted somewhat by the crowd. However, the trooper I am, I persisted and got myself a nice cake spade (or whatmachacall it) from WMF at Takashimaya for $9.90.

It’s a neat little contraption everyone should have when slicing a cake. How else are you going to lift the slice nicely into a plate? I got my sister-in-law one since with 3 kids, she’s going to be doing lots of cake cutting at her place.

I’m hanging out at home, clearing out my closet (and making a mess of it), making myself bean porridge, watching Lee Byung Hun in a movie.

Despite it’s really weird title, Bungee Jumping on Their Own is a pretty good movie. It’s about love, soulmates, and love beyond life. Not my usual kind of movie, but hey, it’s got Mr Lee in it.

Gotta go finish sorting out my closet, and then onto Fragile Things. I love having days off.

This song is so funny and campy. I tried to find the same video on Y! Video, but it linked out to some site called Clevver.com but the quality was much better. If you feel like watching an ad before the video, check it out here.

If you’re too lazy, check out the Scissor Sisters right here.

Next up: the Electric Light Orchestra for even more campy moosic. Yay!

Happy Christmas!

25/12/2006

Keeping in the spirit of giving, here’re 5 fast facts about Christmas: (in no particular order)

  1. We celebrate Christmas on 25 Dec, but it was previously celebrated on 7 Jan. Yeah, a Caesar adopted a new calendar, yada yada, and 25 Dec is about 9 months after Incarnation on 25 Mar. Anyhoo, here we are, in the twenty first century, celebrating Christmas on 25 Dec.

  2. When you talk about Yuletide cheer, you’re really referring to a Scandinavian Winter Festival called Yule (not to be confused with my favourite Survivor of all time, Yul). But hey, at least they got the dates right, and celebrate Yule on 21-22 Dec, depending on when the Winter Solstice is. Yuletide refers to the period after, between 24 Dec and 6 Jan. What we do know is that this pagan festival predates Christianity, and depending on what or when, you either sacrifice a pig for the god Freyr (Christmas Ham, anyone?) or light logs in honour of Thor.
  3. The Twelve Days of Christmas might be just a song for most, but it bears some real symbolism. On the twelfth day after Christmas, it’s Epiphany. The play by Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, was written to be Twelfth Night entertainment, and I don’t know if it’s because of all the Neil Gaiman stuff I read, but it makes the play sound all magical and pagan altogether.
  4. Santa Claus – though a variation on a Dutch folk tale on Saint Nicholas (incidentally my alma mater was named after him), was a bishop born somewhere near Turkey a long time ago with a cheeky habit of secret gifting, and a big heart. One of the popular tales of St Nick was how he saved a father’s three daughters from a life of prostitution by secretly supplying him with gold for the dowries, enabling the daughters to be married properly. For this reason, St Nick is the patron saint of pawnbrokers, with three gold balls hanging outside the pawnshop to symbolise the tree sacks of gold he gave out. While that’s not a big surprise, did you know that Saint Nicholas is also the patron saint of sailors, merchants, archers, children, and students in Greece, Russia, Macedonia, Serbia and Montenegro? He is also the patron saint of Barranquilla (Colombia), Bari (Italy) Amsterdam (Netherlands), and of Beit Jala in the West Bank of Palestine. Bet yer didn’t.
  5. Confused over the whole Merry Christmas deal? Why is Christmas the only holiday that warrants it to be “merry” while the others are just “happy”? We’ve probably got Mr Bah Humbug and a few greeting card fellas to thank for that. A Christmas Carol. The first known use of “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year” was in an informal letter written by an English admiral in 1699. It was used in the first Christmas card, produced in 1843. In that same year, the relatively new term found its way to Mr Dickens’ work, where Scrooge would go “If I could work my will every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding.” Bah, humbug!

And there we have it. Five Christmas facts, 60 fun minutes on Wikipedia and a partridge in a pear tree.

Train Man

25/12/2006

So apparently this really happened in Japan – some hardcore gamer geek dude, meek as a mouse and the quintessential loser meets the perfect girl in the train, but is unable to make eye contact even. So along comes a drunk who harrasses her and he finds the balls to stand up against the man.

The gamer geek dude, who haunts a chat type IRC channel for single men in Japan, gets online and shares his experience. So when the perfect girl sends him a thank-you gift in the form of a pair of Hermes cups and saucers his channel friends finally give him the courage to pick up the phone and call her up for a date.

And thus the story of Train Man and his Miss Hermes is born. A few years later, it’s made into a movie and a tv series, and it’s the tv series I’ve been watching for the last couple of days. It’s not as entertaining as the Korean dramas, and it’s slightly confusing because of the weird subtitling, but otherwise it’s not bad entertainment.

It’s amazing, and it’s amazing that it was based off a real event. Now what I really want to know is if Train Man and Ms Hermes eventually got married or something. Banzai for internet themed romances!

Happy Christmas

22/12/2006

We did the gift exchange at the office today, and this is what one of my co-workers got me. I’ve no idea who it is, I was getting it was Editor #1, but Lilmurmurs says it isn’t her.

I was so convinced though!
1. Ed#1 is the only person I know how’s into Estee Lauder. The pressie was from Origins, an Estee Lauder brand.
2. Ed#1′s signature colour – deep red. This is pretty brick red if you ask me.
3. I got Scratchy to compare the writing on this box with Ed#1′s handwriting. Very close.

But alas.

So anyway. Whoever it is – thanks heaps. :-)

Have you noticed how the default pop Christmas song is now Mariah’s All I Want for Christmas is You, when pre-Love Actually it was usually Last Christmas.

I think my Christmas mashup idea is going down well. First it was the gift basket for my brother, then I hit on the Game Night idea yesterday. I was at Spotlight shopping for something for the Scratchy Family, when I saw a ceramic pot that said P O P C O R N on it.

The often-rumoured, cliche lightbulb went off and I found a nice large ceramic mixing bowl, packed it with raw popcorn, cinnamon sugar, hot chocolate mix, ginger tea and a number game (took a while to find one suitable for the kids’ ages, but managed nicely). Needless to say I am very pleased with my Family Fun themed pot.

My brother, on the other hand, is getting a pig-sty themed basket. Colour was khaki and olive, in neutral tones. He will get a bunch of really fatty treats, year of the pig feng-shui journal and book, and other random things.

It’s going to look pretty nice under the tree, that’s for sure.

It’s the Winter Solstice again. Time to sit around with your family, and have them pink and white glutinous rice balls. I love those rice balls. Love it. Hopefully I can find some in the supermarket tomorrow.

It’s amazing that the Chinese came up with the solar term to synchonise themselves with the seasons. In Chinese, the solar term translates literally into the “twenty four season breaths”. How poetic.

The Winter Solstice, or Dong Zhi which literally means “winter extreme”, reminds me of my Uncle. The one who passed away earlier this year. As a kid, all I was concerned about was the glutinous rice balls I got to eat at Dong (cos I so love it. So love, so love). My maternal grandmother made them in a simple clear, sweet ginger soup with some pandan leaves for fragrance. She never stuffed her rice balls. I love the ones my maternal grandma makes. Nobody does it better.

In contrast, my dad’s mom used to serve the rice balls in a sweet coconut broth. It seemed like a lot more trouble – she complained a lot – for not a lot of satisfaction. If there was ever an article on post-consumption dissonance in wikipedia, my paternal grandmother’s glutinous riceballs would be in it.

So one year, I’m gourging on my favourite riceballs as usual , and my uncle comes along. He sits beside me, and asks me if I understood the significance of Dong. I replied that it was significant to me because I get to eat my riceballs.

He tells me it marks the longest night in the year. He probably expected me to ask why that would be of any significance, but I was too busy eating. But anyway, he goes on to explain that even though it was the longest night of the year, there is still significance because after Dong, the days get longer while the nights get shorter. It symbolises the triumph of good over evil, light over darkness.

I loved that it was a triumph, and I love the riceballs.

And every Dong I’ll remember what my uncle said to me.

Spend Dong with your family. It’s the time of the year to head home, hang out and chat over riceballs, and look forward to the triumph of light over darkness.

Fatigue

21/12/2006

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.
It worries me, you say it worries you
Yet how I caught it, found it, or came by it
What stuff ’tis made of, I am to learn.
And what a want wit sadness makes of me
that I have much ado to know myself

Caught Confession of Pain starring Tony Leung and Takeshi Kaneshiro today, but was a little disappointed. I wish they didn’t dub Tony Leung, it’s so nice hearing him speak Cantonese like the native Cantonese speaker he is.

I’m not a native anything speaker – apparently I’m not qualified to be a native English speaker, I would suppose technically I would be a native Mandarin speaker if I could speak it properly. The same goes for my mother tongue. It’s a good reason to speak less.

My father was a programmer. He worked on software and designed systems for more than 30 years. Since I could remember, he would tell my brother and I about his job. At first I had no idea what he was talking about. Later I just stoned out, since it sounded like the same thing, different sentence. Finally in the last ten years he was mostly just griping about the workplace.

He spent almost 30 years at some large petrochemical company, and the last 6 years of his career just going to the office. He agonised about spending his time at the office instead of doing what he liked, but gritted his teeth and bore with it to prove a point. Looking back it’s probably pretty darn funny, but those 6 years for him were probably the worst of his life.

Despite programming code, and working in front of the computer – various forms in fact – for decades, my father still types with only 2 fingers. It not only is a slow process, it’s painful watching him type. Watching him reply to email takes nerves of steel.

And I suppose the fact of the matter is: just because you’ve done something for a really long time, it doesn’t mean you’re good at it.

I don’t have the nerves of someone who’d stick it out for years to make a point. Most of the time, I miss the point. So I guess my point is, I need to seek change. And so in 2007, I will change my life. I will clear out my closet and organise my life.

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