Archive | August 2011

My Very First Body Massage

Our much awaited body massage has finally come! …and gone. And I kind of hated my brain a little for being so conscious and observant the whole time as if I was writing this blog while I was lying there being assaulted with consent. 28 years into this life and I’ve just had my very first body massage. I’ve heard from other people that it’s supposed to be relaxing and that you’d fall asleep in the process but, too bad, that was not the case with me.

It was a relief that this first experience of mine was with my husband and although there really is nothing scary about body massage, I was clinging onto his arm while we were nearing the entrance to Nuat Thai at Pasig. More of embarrassment maybe, or the natural fear of firsts, or I just wasn’t sure of what to expect exactly except that you go bare and someone touches you from foot to head. The last made me most uncomfortable.

Inside, I realized it wasn’t the first time I’ve been to a place like that. A few years ago, we went to different branches of a spa and frankly, I got a better observation of the place back then than now. That’s because we were there for audit business and the ocular inspection was necessary. The experience was a fortune for me, because at that moment, I no longer felt the need to look around first before we go to the massage itself, if that was even allowed hehe.

We changed into slippers before they led us to the massage area. It was a long alley separated into small rooms or portions by curtains. The whole place was dimly lit and Thai music played softly creating a soothing atmosphere. We were escorted into two side by side portions and the curtain between us was shoved to the sides so we could see each other. First, we were asked to change into shorts provided to us and to lie face down on the firm mattresses before the therapists started. Mine was a girl and she covered my back with a towel before she began massaging my feet and legs. What a wondrous feeling! I should have asked her to massage my limbs for the rest of the hour though, because when she began with my back, everything just started going wrong for me.

Everywhere her fingers landed seemed to tickle and I had to muster up enough strength to keep myself from laughing because I knew I just could never stop if I started to. Believe me, it was so stressful. I had to think of so many things to drive away my mind from the ticklish spots and many times, I looked enviously at my husband who seemed to be contentedly drifting off to sleep. Moreover, even though the pressure I chose was “medium” because I always play safe, I secretly twitched in pain at every press of her fingers. My husband who chose “hard” didn’t seem to mind anything at all and he even chose a male therapist.

Finally, the back massage was over but too late, the state of my mind was anything but relaxed. When she started with my arms and then the head and temples, I no longer noticed if I was still feeling wondrous or not. My mind was fully awake by then, taking note of everything she’s doing, even counting and being rhythmic as if I was the one doing the massage.

I was just glad when it was over and enjoyed the hot tea to seal the deal. At least I was feeling “beautiful” after the massage because I heard that the opened pores make the skin glow (hehe). While changing into our clothes again, Dear and I were silently exchanging remarks and disappointments, giggling like silly kids sharing a mischievous secret. As it turned out, Dear had more complaints than I like the therapist massaged one of his arms only, or that he hardly felt the “hard” pressure. What a good actor, and I thought he was drifting off to sleep! Anyway, it’s impolite to be discontented, after all, we were not forced to this massage thing plus the staffs were especially nice and accommodating, so we went out all smiles and appreciative.

I’m not sure if I’d do this experience a second time particularly when the remembrance left was two days of back pain. Thanks to Salonpas the pain was toned down. Maybe we would try a different first again, like reflexology. I really don’t know if it’s the same thing but my husband says I ought to try this out. Maybe… but then again, remembering my ticklish spots, I’d probably experience just the same thing, if not exactly like it. 🙂

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Movie Marathon

One day, after my husband met with my co-worker Michelle for a favour I’ve asked him to do because of my bed-rest condition, he came home carrying a copy of The Walking Dead, I’m not sure which series. Because he was looking so happy and excited about it, we decided to watch the movie right away. We both found it a good movie, but I wasn’t as hooked to it as my husband was, who even went through the pains of watching with cell phone headset because the kids started to nap later on. He finished devouring half of the series when unfortunately the DVD started skipping scenes repeatedly from the middle of the 4th episode onwards. He was so heavy hearted. He went back to the store where he got the DVD but The Walking Dead had been out of stock and delivery of other copies wasn’t confirmed. So he was given Piranha instead, which was also satisfactory in its own gory way. It took his mind away from disappointment… for a while. Soon after, he was pouting like a child to get The Walking Dead series again.

I had been suggesting him to watch my favourite Koreanovela aired on Channel 7 back in 2006, but many times he had declined. A Rosy Life, as it was entitled in the Philippines is about a housewife who struggled with all sorts of hardships, the hardest of all was when her husband demanded divorce because of another woman. I used to just watch it whenever I have the chance: when I got off early from a client or sometimes on the buses’ television while on my way home so I secured myself a DVD copy to be able to watch it in full.
Of course I knew that any guy would not be interested with drama but I thought that it was lengthy enough to get his mind off of zombies (hehe) so I offered him again to watch it. Out of desperation (perhaps) he finally gave in. My copy wasn’t dubbed so you really have to watch closely and read subtitles. At the beginning of the movie, I was saying “kung nabo-bored ka, pwede mo nang palitan, Dear.” But because he was a naturally patient person, he gave ample time to watch it until the story reached its dilemma wherein he got a little teary-eyed (he wouldn’t admit it though, haha).

I knew that once he got to the part where Sung Moon announced divorce to Soon Yi, unconsciously on their 10th year anniversary, Nilo would be hooked. I remembered myself crying when I watched that part so I was teasingly observing Nilo if he’d cry too. I’m not saying that he did, but I discovered that he does have a soft spot too (hehehe). After that, he was craving to watch the movie whenever he can and at times was even guilty of unintentional negligence towards the kids and me ;-). All 24 episodes he watched, not missing a single scene. All in all, it took us a week to fully watch it. So I am now recommending this movie as an effective subject for a movie marathon.

A Rosy Life aka Life is a Bed of Roses begins with Soon Yi in the market having a hard time choosing between big and small octopus for an occasion. She was a frugal person who gets her clothes from the neighborhood recycling bins to save a few dollars for her family and she was a dedicated wife who serves her in-laws and stays up late to help her husband earn a few more bucks.

Her troubles began when her husband, Sung Moon, came home to announce he wanted a divorce on the night of their 10th year anniversary. After that, a series of other heart-breaking events happened to her. What’s good about the story was Soon Yi’s bravery to fight for her rights until she had no other option except to give in and accept her misfortunes. Alongside her miseries, her sister, Young Yi, suffered similar heartaches from a beautifully ironic case being the other woman. These and other realistic occurrences in life made us captivated by the story.

Although the story was mainly drama, it was not too heavy to watch the scenes altogether. For one thing, Soon Yi was not the type of person to sulk and be bitter about the world which made her a loveable type of protagonist. Another, the story included silly events from her in-laws and the fraud other-mother-in-law, her father and the old woman from the store who has an eye on her father, and from Sung Moon and Soon Yi themselves. Moreover, there were plenty of romantic scenes towards the end from Young Yi and her suitor, which will melt your heart in a pleasant way.

I can not say whether the ending was happy or not. In a way, I find it sad. But from a broader viewpoint, it ended best for all of the characters whom you will love in the end. Finally, if I am going to recommend this movie for a marathon, I think I said enough spoilers and I might as well end here or I might spill some more. If it worked to divert my husband’s attention for a week at least, it has probably enough charm to captivate others. In the meantime, I’ll be ready to say yes anytime my husband says he’d like to get a copy of The Walking Dead. Who knows maybe in my next blog, I’d be recommending it too. 🙂

Ode to my Beloved One

Being the procrastinator that I am, I am being punished that this birthday ode for my beloved husband had been delayed for more than a month (his birthday was last July 3 *sheepish smile*). Anyway, as they all say, it’s better late than never, although this was never my principle ever since I was a child and until now. I promote punctuality (ironic for a procrastinator, isn’t it?) and for me, it’s better absent than late, hence, the “absenera” attitude (haha!). Well anyway, it’s really difficult to understand an epitome of paradox such as me, but enough of me. This is supposed to be an ode to my Beloved One…

Last July 3, Nilo celebrated his Nth birthday (censored for the advantage of our celebrant hehehe) and since he did a great job surprising me on my recent birthday, I had to do my best to double it. It’s a good thing Nilo is a grateful person by nature and so he didn’t dwell too much on my lapses if he even noticed them. My first gift was good enough and I was happy that he was genuinely happy when he saw these 2 vouchers for body massage at Nuat Thai. He appreciated them even though he learned that I got these vouchers at 50% discount (hehe). Initially, the vouchers were intended for him alone, foot and body massage but he insisted to include me and I couldn’t refuse of course. The second gift was a scrapbook of his photos with a poetic message expressing my gratitude about having him as “himself”. A reproduction could be viewed as a slideshow below (with slight differences from the actual scrapbook).

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My third gift was not a success. We had been planning to buy a DVD player for the kids to enjoy and I figured his birthday was supposed to be the best timing. But since I wasn’t too prepared, I failed to canvass for the best DVD player. I didn’t have time to do it even if I had to buy the electrical thing on the morning of the day of his birthday. What’s even more disastrous, the store didn’t have new stocks so I purchased the display even though I hesitated at first. At first, the player worked okay but after a few weeks later, the thing goofed up and so I had to confess my stupidity. Good thing, he’s very much forgiving and understanding hehehe. Well anyway, we suffered after his birthday so I shouldn’t count it as a lapse, shouldn’t I? :-p

We treated out the kids to The Little Playroom for the rest of the day, and we did have a blast. =) I guess that’s what counts most, in a way, I had made him happy on his very special day. =)