Sleepless In The East
02:10hrs and I am awake, in 3 hours time I have to get ready to travel all the way upnorth to teach. This is one of those nights where my thoughts begin to linger in the deepest region of all thoughts- FEAR. Well, maybe its the coffee I had while watching Project Runaway or maybe there is a puzzle waiting to be solved. Well, its not boredom definitely, but I am sure it has got to do with some strange chemical disposition or sort reacting to the calmness of the night.
The thing about blogging is that it has the potential for the user to pour their guts out without their knowing, I used to trash them out here, well, as of this morning it is different.
Yesterday, I woke up and felt my body was aching, so I decided to go for a Javanese traditional massage, around the area where I am living, there are three different Javanese massage parlours not the sleazy ones, mind you. And this auntie with great pair of wrestler type of hands massaged me for about an hour. The place has a really good deal, they called it 'The Morning Madness' - from 11am-2pm its about $35.
Ah... those simple pleasures, but there's this massage place called BJ massage somewhere near Kallang, where they had this huge reflexology chart outside the parlour. I wonder why they call it BJ Massage?
When I was in Vietnam 4 years ago, I vividly remember a friend brought us to a massage parlour which was located far away from the city, I thought we were going to have some good, clean massage. As I entered the place, there were 4 or 5 ladies dressed up in gawdy sequinned blouses and 'This Fashion' type of pants sat by the corner, a man with jagged teeth was at the corner. It freaked me out, I changed my mind and decided to eat peanuts and watch Vietnamese TV instead.
When we think of massage, we think of sleaze, we think of special services, but there are genuine masseuse who will massage you with all their soul, like the one I had...seriously. I am not sure what my point is.
This is my massage message to the masses. Like a karma coma and chaka kan.
The thing about blogging is that it has the potential for the user to pour their guts out without their knowing, I used to trash them out here, well, as of this morning it is different.
Yesterday, I woke up and felt my body was aching, so I decided to go for a Javanese traditional massage, around the area where I am living, there are three different Javanese massage parlours not the sleazy ones, mind you. And this auntie with great pair of wrestler type of hands massaged me for about an hour. The place has a really good deal, they called it 'The Morning Madness' - from 11am-2pm its about $35.
Ah... those simple pleasures, but there's this massage place called BJ massage somewhere near Kallang, where they had this huge reflexology chart outside the parlour. I wonder why they call it BJ Massage?
When I was in Vietnam 4 years ago, I vividly remember a friend brought us to a massage parlour which was located far away from the city, I thought we were going to have some good, clean massage. As I entered the place, there were 4 or 5 ladies dressed up in gawdy sequinned blouses and 'This Fashion' type of pants sat by the corner, a man with jagged teeth was at the corner. It freaked me out, I changed my mind and decided to eat peanuts and watch Vietnamese TV instead.
When we think of massage, we think of sleaze, we think of special services, but there are genuine masseuse who will massage you with all their soul, like the one I had...seriously. I am not sure what my point is.
This is my massage message to the masses. Like a karma coma and chaka kan.
posted by TIRAMISU at
11:13 AM
2 Comments:
dey thumbi
you must try ayurvedic massage
its a good feeling da serious proper thing + instead of special at the end you get an oil bath...so that if you fall into a cooking pan you will get deep fried
sweetalker sleepwalker
wow...yeah I must try man, where can I go for that?
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