ONCE

Have been hearing (quite a bit) about Annie.  Am wondering is it worth watching.

On another note, Marketa Irglova is performing live in Singapore this August. Was flirting (casually) with the idea of catching the concert, but am not really sold on it. The plot of Once, the musical, sounds cliche and hardly out-of-the-world impressive (apologies to Once fans) and secondly, I am not crazy over the artist enough to spend that much on an-hour-plus concert.

Granted, I do like the songs "Falling Slowly" and "Go Back". Nice soothing music it is. Too bad liking 2 songs is not motivational enough!

HANDSOME AND GORGEOUS

Love.

Gaming.

Love gaming.

Love and gaming! 

WITH DESSERT THIS TIME ROUND

Last Saturday, I went for a spa package (at a delightfully special promotional price for first-time visitors only), courtesy of The Ultimate.

Initially, I was a tad worried about hard-selling tactics and poor customer service. Admittedly, I personally find spa a little too pricey to do at a regular basis (and by regular, I mean more than twice a year). It's okay for an occasional relaxing indulgence. Anyway, when I do spend on said indulgence, I would want one that is worth both the while and money.

What are some of my personal no-nos for a massage spa? Firstly, I don't want unskillful masseurs (of course!) and pushy hard-sell tactics. AND I don't like spa with pretty, young, overly-perfumed, and superfluous staff who are sooo slim, trendy, and gorgeous that I'll feel like an UGLY misfit just by being there!

What I want is just a relaxing and CLEAN environment, with staff (not young squeaky ladies) who know what they are doing and are happy, warm, and inviting. And there is one thing that I look out SPECIFICALLY for : hygiene. (so sue me for being a health freak, or for being a Biology/Chemistry major).

The last I went for a massage, it was only mediocre. It was all business, and then, go. I reached the massage center, changed into clean underpants and wrapped myself with a towel, the masseur came, massaged (the masseur was friendly, to be fair), massage was done, get dressed up, followed by some promotion package hard-selling, and then bye-bye!

It was fast. Efficient. Forgettable. And that was just it. 

Thankfully, The Ultimate does not disappoint. Upon arrival, a cup of warm chrysanthemum tea was served while I was filing up the routine form. Once done, I was first ushered into a cosy room (dimly lit at that, yippee!) which felt so homely and inviting. 

The masseurs provided me a pair of clean underpants and bath robe to change into. Following which, I was brought to an outdoor jacuzzi (by outdoor, it's not really 'al fresco' per se. Instead, it's a comfortably-sized container situated nicely atop the roof) for a good 20 minutes soak. It felt so heavenly splashing around like a mermaid, with bubbles and all!

(pictures courtesy of The Ultimate)

After the 20 minutes of warm soaking, I was redirected back to the room for a full body scrub. The scrub was pleasantly enjoyable; it didn't feel like my skin was getting ripped off! It was a REAL FULL body scrub; all the way down to the sole of the feet. It was unbearably ticklish that I couldn't keep from giggling (I've always been ticklish). After completing the full body scrub, the masseur brought me to the shower area, complemented thoughtfully with another clean bath robe, a towel, and another clean underpants. So pleased! Plus point!!!

After shower, I headed back to the room for a good full body massage. The masseur was definitely skilled, and checked with me once (around 5 minutes into the massage) regarding the pressure, and whether would I prefer lesser force. I replied in the negative, stating that the current firmness and force is just nice. True to her professional skills, her pressure remained relatively constant throughout the entire massage, which is really impressive. And she did not check with me again regarding the amount of force she was exerting (which I really appreciate, because I honestly have no wish to have my peaceful rest disrupted with every 30 minutes of, 'Is this pressure ok?').

The masseur gave good back petrissages and focused on my upper back, which I had indicated on my client form earlier. She worked patiently on my tight shoulders and attempted to loosen the muscle knots umpteen times, which I really am grateful for. In the middle of the massage, my allergic nose (I've allergic rhinitis) acted up, blocked up both nostrils, and I had to sniff a couple of times. My masseur noticed that, and asked whether am I ok and offered to get some tissues. *contented sigh!*

After the massage and having changed back to my clothes, I ventured (regretfully) out of the room and into the main reception. And there, on the coffee table, is a bowl of delightful red bean soup. DESSERT!!! Gah! I'm a happy lady!

Overall, there was definitely no hard-selling (one of the managers did come over to chit-chat while I was enjoying the red bean soup and filling up the feedback form, and she promoted some spa packages. To her credit, she respected my wishes when I said I need time to mull over before committing). The jacuzzi was relaxing. The body scrub was pleasant. And the full body massage was skillful (with soft tranquil music playing in the background, too!). All in all, the experience was pleasant beyond words!

BEST HOURS EVER.

Hygienically, it fared well too. There was no miserly reusing of personal robes, towels, and underpants. The Ultimate is one which I would recommend to friends if asked!

If there's anything to nitpick about (if I REALLY have to), firstly, it would be the lack of hot towel treatment. If you've ever had a hot towel treatment, you'll definitely know the magic within. It's something that just takes your breath away. And I thought it's such a pity that such a simple but yet wonderful treatment is left out. Another thing that I would have preferred is that they had asked for what type of body scrub and massage do I want. It was written on the online brochure that there are two types of body scrub (green tea or honey oats) and five types of massage to choose from (Swedish, Balinese, Javanese, Shiatsu, Aromatherapy), but strangely, my preference was never asked. Not something I would kick a fuss over, but still, it would have been nice to have a choice to try something new.

Overall, I AM VERY HAPPY with the spa at The Ultimate. I'd do it again in an instant! The price is awesome too, at a comfy average of $40/hour (and that's jacuzzi + body scrub + massage!), considering it IS Singapore and all!

Too bad the promotional price is only available for first-time visitors! Gah! :(

HAS JOURNALISM SUNK THIS LOW?

http://sg.news.yahoo.com/man-dies--4-injured-in-ferrari-accident-in-bugis.html




The heading of this news article reads : "Japanese Woman in Ferrari Accident Identified".




But why is the mention of "Ma Chi" taking a big proportion of the news report?


Angrily and dismally irritated by the media reports and news articles these days. Seriously, no one is interested in - or cares about - his riches, how many condos he owned, which penthouse in East Coast he and his family live in, how many millions he's worth, where's he from, what sector he worked in, how 'handsome and tall and smart and successful and young' he was, how many years he has stayed in Singapore, how he was planning to apply for PR citizenship, his cremation, or that stupid red limited-edition Ferrari which was bought during the driver's 30th birthday. (seriously, just spare us the details. We don't care. And neither are we impressed. At all. Yawn.)




There is no justifiable need to glamourise crime.




Readers are not interested in the Ferrari driver who not only was speeding (and, according to eye-witnesses, was reeking heavily of alcohol), but also illegally ran a red traffic light. 
The things that are of key concern are the innocent lives of those taken due to one's man reckless display of grandiose splendor.


The 20-something-years-old Japanese passenger in the taxi.
The 52-years-old taxi driver who has been making an honest living for the past 10 years as a taxi driver, with a son (due to take A levels this year) and a daughter who's planning to go to university soon, but whose plan has to be put on hold due to this family tragedy.
How the taxi driver suffered massive haemorrhage in the brain, liver, and lungs, and was given only half a day to live by doctors, but yet held on with determination while in a comatosed state for more than 39 hours.
How are the families of the victims coping; the loss of loved ones during Mothers' Day.




I totally despise the local media. While it's undeniable that mass media is an universal tool for conveying messages (including those hidden one) in countries all throughout the world, and given that our society has a pro-foreigner policy (which isn't really up to us to decide anyway), but still, this is a little too overboard.


Has journalism sunk this low? 


Distastefully pathetic.




To think that my first, serious ambition is to be a journalist.


Shudders.




And, most importantly, this is not how respect from citizens is earned.

LOVE

A special bouquet.


=)

MEANINGFUL WORDS BEAUTIFUL VOICE

Have always like this song. The first time I heard it (so young I can't remember when), I was enchanted by this 1982 one-hit wonder. The lyrics, too, is mindbogglingly profound but yet so painfully simple; so much so that every so now and then, I would think back of this song to remind myself of what's truly important.

(parts of lyrics)

(quote)

'I've no doubt you dream about, the things you'd never do.

But I wish someone, had a talk to me, like I, wanna talk to you."

"Oh, I've been to Georgia, and California, and anywhere I could run."

"But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free."

"Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away.

'cause I have this need to tell you, why I'm all alone today.

I can see so much of me, still living in your eyes." 

"Oh, I've been to Nice, and the Isles of Greece,

while I sipped champagne on a yacht.

I moved like Harlow, in Monte Carlo,

and showed them what I've got."

"But I, took the sweet life and never knew that, I'd be bitter from the sweet."

"I'VE BEEN TO PARADISE, BUT I'VE, NEVER BEEN TO ME."

(unquote)

Sad song of wistful and much-too-late regrets. And I think it's an awesomely beautiful song which holds such amazing truths.

Not letting go of what is important. Knowing what is important. Prioritizing.

No one lays on their deathbeds wishing that they had played more. Partied more. Earned more money. Traveled more. Or studied more.

RECIPE TO HAPPINESS

"Happiness is good health and a bad memory."

- Ingrid Bergman

MOVE BUT DON'T LOSE

Went to the stadium this morning.


The sky was clear and bright. The field patch was irresistibly inviting with lush cheerful green grass. The day looks promising, and the morning birds chirped perkily. People were on route to work and, for some lucky few, were beginning to rouse from their sleep.


And the moment hits me. Ya know, one of those moments when you get all philosophical and wistful and weepy and all. 


It came hitting, just like that; BAM!  


Life. It revolves on. Life never stops moving on. It's either you catch up, or lag behind. 


But most importantly, in the busy midst of playing catching up, don't forget to stop and smell the flowers once in a while.


Prioritise and find the things that truly matter; and when you do, don't lose sight of them. Hold on tight and never trade them in for anything else. And, DON'T LOSE YOURSELF.


Don't win the battles, but lose the war. 

WAIT!! THAT'S A.... ... ...

  

Over the last weekend I was out running an errand when this peculiar piece of weird-looking blob on the pavement caught my eye.

Curious piqued, I stepped nearer for a closer look. And gasp!! THIS PIECE OF BLOB IS ACTUALLY THE CORPSE OF AN ILL-FATED FROG!!!

I was truly disgusted, but yet at the same time, amazed. It is impressive how the outline of the corpse still remarkably resembles a frog. It is beautiful too, the intricate details which can be so easily overlooked without purposeful observation - the gagging eye, the telling triangular shape of a head, the folds of the limbs, the webbed feet. Oh my, it is so awesomely intriguing (albeit a tad morbidly) that I find myself gagging in amazed wonder.

Poor frog. It must have died a painful death. My bet is that it got ran over by a vehicle. Geez! I can't imagine! SPLAT! Just like that. Ouch.