Kaaakkkk... rasa nak pecah urat saya ni...
Kaaakkkk... berapa kali urut baru tak sakit camni?
Aahhhh... sakit kaaakkk...
My friend is amazed I can scream and laugh at the same time.
I can already feel swollen parts in my body. The worst are my legs as expected because of the nature of my job. God! I wanted her to stop but I can’t. This torture that I had to endure is supposed to make me feel better. Right?
We had a massage session today (errr... yesterday, since this entry is posted after midnight). A friend of mine called a lady who can do traditional massage to come to her place. She heard good reviews about the lady from her friends. I wanted to give her a try since I can’t stand the pain with the masseuse near my place. I thought there’d be less pain. I thought wrong.
I saw her massaging my friend and her touches looks so gentle. Looks can be deceiving and my friend seems to be suffering in silence. I can see her gritting her teeth with eyes closed but she didn’t scream. Either she has a high tolerance of pain or my body is more problematic than hers. She did not wear high heels. I still wear one despite feeling the pain in my leg. I don’t have a decent flat or low-heeled shoe. Yesterday I saw one nice flat shoe but my size is out of stock. Sigh! I’m sure I’ll feel the bruises on my body tomorrow. I already feel some of it now.
After the massage session, we continued chit chatting with our sarong. I haven’t done that in a long long time. Can’t remember when I have ever sit around kemban-style with a sarong before actually. After a while, I got hungry and ask her if there’s anything to eat. We are ravenous actually. There’s nothing much in the kitchen except bread, biscuit and Maggi mee. That will have to do. And it was raining, so hot Maggi mee was really nice. We shared a packet.
I got home before ten and feel hungry again. Sigh! So to the kitchen I go to prepare some fried rice. I had the fried rice at 11 and now I’m forcing myself to stay awake. I can’t go to sleep so early after a meal but so sleepy already. What’s the point of this entry? Errr... I had a massage then I got hungry then I can’t sleep? I can actually. Sleep that is but I’m not supposed to after a meal so here I am.
Open my eyes, open...
Sunflower gives the connotation of cheerfulness, bright, jolly, merry... you get the idea! However, if any content in this blog didn't fit the cheerfulness implied by its name, look at it this way... I'm putting down all the wretchedness, gloom, melancholy feeling in here so I can continue living up to the expectation of making the association to the sunflower.
2 comments:
one day i want to come over and can u ask the lady to come over to ur place and urut me?
r u sure puteri? i rasa mcm nak tobat dah takmo urut dgn dia lagi hehehe... i can still feel the bruises after so many days.
but if you insist, i can bring u to the one i normally go to. the lesser of two evils. if u can stand this one, the next time u can try the one my friend called.
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