What i want for Christmas is an opportunity to have an uninterrupted, guilt-free good rest and a human-sized bolster to lean on while i do that.
Urgh.
The suspense is killing me.
I should have known when i brought the centre's kids out for an excursion to Body Worlds.
It was supposed to have been a "Science textbook in 3D" for my upper primary kids, but when they were there, I found them more interested in identifying the gender of the bodies rather than knowing parts of the body and how the different systems link up to form the miracle that is our body. They were going, "Girl! Boy! That one is a boy too! Hey, the other one is also a boy!"
It was pretty clear which part of the body they were zooming in on as they examined the bodies.
But the winning quote of the day had to come from one of my Pri 5 boys:
"WHOA! How come his so BIG???"
Ever since the time i started receiving sex education, I've always thought the only times that one would ever have to lie naked on a bed, were either when you're having sex, or when you're being cut open by the coroner post-mortem. Not that you'd know when the latter happens anyway, so that just leaves sex the only time when you lie in bed naked...or so i thought.
So imagine my foolish, naive surprise, when I recently went for a massage for the first time, and found that i had to strip all the way down to my undies. The place i went to provided disposables, but those were pretty much redundant considering the fact that the masseuse eventually rolled it down to massage my a** anyway. (For those of you who knew Joshua's story: no wonder the masseuse offered 'chicky chicky'!) And even then, that wasn't the only 'surprise' i got.
Now. All along, i had the impression that massages only worked the back and slightly beyond, since most of the time the people i saw having massages in my Channel 8 drama serials all lay face down. So you can't really blame me for the extreme exposedness i felt, halfway through the hour-long rub, when the masseuse (or therapist, more professional) asked me to turn around face up! I remembered feeling a tad disappointed, because the masseuse got to see my cute birthmark (on a certain part of my body which only my parents and grandma know about), the view of which i thought i'd reserve for my future husband.
No more exclusivity =/
(Sidetrack: And to make things worse, when i confided in a certain someone of my disappointment, that said person actually told me that i 'zhuan dao'! Sigh, im beginning to wonder if all that i thought were romantic beginnings between said person and myself are merely just a part of my imagination. -.-)
But all that said, it still doesnt discount any of the comfort that i derived from that hour-long massage. Came out feeling like i could float; super shiok! REally felt like every ounce of stress on my lead-laden shoulders was removed. Which were reasons enough for me to sign up for membership. Any of you friends who are interested, i've got discount, we can go tgr;)