So yesterday i went for my first spa experience.
There was a TV premiere event at Holiday Inn Glenmarie's Andaman Spa and the media were pampered to finger food, fruit juices, ice cream and best of all, massages, manicures and foot reflexology!
Oh Karen, i saw your friend Esther there! Wanted to say hi but she left before i could...
Anyhoo, i settled for a head and shoulder massage and then in came a Chinese man who would be my masseuse for the day. He wrapped my shoulders with a towel and proceeded to work his fingers on my very tensed shoulders (no thanks to a torturing session of Body Combat at the gym!).
You know how people say massages are supposed to be relaxing? Well, i'm pretty sure they were not referring to my massage! Even indulging in Haagen Dazs' vanilla ice cream while being massaged couldn't take my mind off the pain.
And half way through the massage, he leaned his head down on my recliner for a few seconds and groaned. Yes, he fucking groaned loudly! I was so dumbfounded that all i could do was look at my editor while she tried hard to suppress her laughter.
All the spa's staff started talking to each other in Mandarin and hey, you don't even need to understand the language to know that they are complaining. Turned out, they were complaining about the massage sessions being very long and tiring.
The man resumed my massage and when he started massaging my neck, all i could do was pray that he doesn't suddenly decide to choke me to death!
Surprisingly, despite the pain, i realised that once the massage was over, the sore in my back and shoulders have toned down a lot. So thank you unhappy masseuse for working your magic on me.
But you definitely won't see me again. The last thing i want is to go about pissing some China man off.
There was a TV premiere event at Holiday Inn Glenmarie's Andaman Spa and the media were pampered to finger food, fruit juices, ice cream and best of all, massages, manicures and foot reflexology!
Oh Karen, i saw your friend Esther there! Wanted to say hi but she left before i could...
Anyhoo, i settled for a head and shoulder massage and then in came a Chinese man who would be my masseuse for the day. He wrapped my shoulders with a towel and proceeded to work his fingers on my very tensed shoulders (no thanks to a torturing session of Body Combat at the gym!).
You know how people say massages are supposed to be relaxing? Well, i'm pretty sure they were not referring to my massage! Even indulging in Haagen Dazs' vanilla ice cream while being massaged couldn't take my mind off the pain.
And half way through the massage, he leaned his head down on my recliner for a few seconds and groaned. Yes, he fucking groaned loudly! I was so dumbfounded that all i could do was look at my editor while she tried hard to suppress her laughter.
All the spa's staff started talking to each other in Mandarin and hey, you don't even need to understand the language to know that they are complaining. Turned out, they were complaining about the massage sessions being very long and tiring.
The man resumed my massage and when he started massaging my neck, all i could do was pray that he doesn't suddenly decide to choke me to death!
Surprisingly, despite the pain, i realised that once the massage was over, the sore in my back and shoulders have toned down a lot. So thank you unhappy masseuse for working your magic on me.
But you definitely won't see me again. The last thing i want is to go about pissing some China man off.
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