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Because i have nothing else better to do. And because i love Forever 21.

The Chinese Who Groans

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.

Don't Count Your Guccis

Was talking to a friend yesterday and her friend told her:

"If you don't own a pair of Jimmy Choo's shoes, a Coach bag and a Zang Toi party dress, then you haven't lived life."

By far, the stupidest thing i have ever heard. If the value of life is to be measured by material goods, then where do Jesus, Buddha, Allah and Lord Shiva stand? For aren't they the epitome of life yet don't have one inch of branded apparel on them?

When i was in college, i remember saying, "When i am rich, i want to buy one item from every branded store." Yeah, stupid i know.

But i guess that is what happens when you grow up in a world where the richer you are (or pretend to be), the cooler you are. Why do you think fake branded handbags sell like hot cakes?

Case in point, the Louis Vuitton monogram bag. It's hideous! I've always wondered if people seriously like the bag or do they like the gazillion of LV symbols plastered all over the bag for the world to see?

I really, really, REALLY hate it when people judge each other by the material goods or money they have. And i hate it when girls go, "Oh, i want to marry a rich man!" and i look down on girls who go for only rich men. Does being rich make you a better person?

I have a friend who used to live in a tiny shack at the back of a goddamn factory and you know what, she probably has more personality and sincerity than most of us. I was once introduced to two millionaires who decide to live life simple. Heck, they look like they survive on five dollars a day!

I once saw a rich and bratty classmate hit my friend after losing a game of galah panjang. I will never ever forget that scene. Who the fuck does she think she is? My uncle was once dumped by some bitch because he didn't have enough money. Someone i truly love was once looked down upon because he was poor. Of course, to these richer fools, it didn't matter that he worked night and day for every darn cent, no matter how little, that he has. He prolly knows more about life than a hundred Gucci-toting snobs put together.

Tell me, do you really think all rich people are better humans?

Life is not about the expensive items you have stacked in your closet. Heck, it doesn't even matter if you don't have enough money to own a closet! It is about all those times that you have cried, the times that you have fallen, the times that you have lost someone you love because life is a big ball of irony. You cannot truly live life without first experiencing the pain, the tears, the stress.

And that, is my definition of what life really is. Sleep on it.