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I had my long awaited massage on Saturday. Even before the massage, I had to stress myself by arguing with my man to hurry-the-up and send me to Adelphi. You see, we had gone to send the son to his school for his weekly AMP session and it was already 10.45 then. After which, my man wanted to tuck into his breakfast at Bedok Corner. I reluctantly agreed as I knew we wouldn't make it on time for my massage at 11.30. So after breakfast, I called them to delay the time to 11.45 which was flatly turned down. Panic button pushed. My man still wanted to go back first to do his number 2. :<.

Don't ask me how but we managed to get there on time, well at 11.40 to be exact. The session was unsatisfactory to say the least. I went in expecting that it would be better than the one I had at Batam. I reckon, well it is Singapore right and since there are so many other spa centres and health centres offering this kind of service, I was pretty confident that because of so many competitions, I might get a good deal out of this. Well, I couldn't be more wrong....

The 'welcoming committee' was lacklustre. Of course, there was the traditional green tea being served before hand but even before I had my second sip, I was told to proceed to the massage room by an aunty-looking masseuse who looked more like a school principal from hell and more grumpy than happy to knead my aching body. Very the marmish. By the way, by the time she got to my head, the marm dozed off, yupz! She was scratching my head (yes, scratching, not massaging) vigourously when the vigour started to fade into a light stroke and then to nothing....I knew then she had fallen asleep. I moved my head a bit just to make her aware that I'm still alive and dying for her to finish off her session once and for all. And she did and thus ended my 'torturous' session which I swear was the worst I've ever encountered! Howell! To cut a long story short (in fact, it's not that long anyway), the session ended even before I could lull myself to sleep and feel the soothing hands of the marmish aunty. In fact, it wasn't soothing at all. My cat Meer can massage me better. I was more than happy to leave albeit a little sore and none the better. No way I'm gonna buy the package which cost $600 even with 2 free facials thrown in. The lady who wanted to sell me the package could probably sense my dissatisfaction and gave up on persuading me to buy their product / service. Well at least I left with my favourite fragrants lingering on my body - lavendar and peppermint. That's the only best thing that came out of all of this.

On a different note. Hubby and I went to 7-eleven to get ourselves a drink. As we walked out of the store, another customer, a man (let's call him a gentleman henceforth), opened the glass door to let a man (let's call him a moron) with a stroller in. Alas, the stroller contained not a baby, but a luggage instead. I looked at the gentleman as he held the door for gasp! the moron's wife (let's call her a bitch) to 'sway-in', carrying a young toddler. By then, I was holding the other glass door too. I just looked at the moron and the bitch entered the store in total ignorance of the gentleman and myself holding the doors for them. Hellooo...don't say a 'thank you' lah huh? at least a smile or a nod?? No? Too high and mighty to do that? You think what? 7-eleven pays us to open doors for morons like you?? In true Singapore slang - WAH LIAO! God! I've had it with these people. No wonder. Young people nowadays...nuff said. Image from: www.sterlinglifts.co.uk

Encounters like this are countless. I've met people who enter the lift, walk straight to a corner, fold their arms and let us, the last ones to come in, to press the lift buttons...and when you press the <> button for them, they just glide through the lift door most probably thinking that it's their God given right that someone might hold the door or has to hold the door for them. Sometimes, it's totally not worth the trouble for these people. Sometimes, I'd just refuse to press that 'DOOR OPEN' button. But when I do and all I get is a snooty look and a look that says 'you'd better press that button coz I'm going outta here', I wish I hadn't and let the lift doors squeeze the living daylights out of them! *sniff*

But of course, I've had pleasant encounters as well. Quite some time ago, I saw a man who's quite a celebrity in the local scene. We were at Giant, on our way back, pushing the trolley on the travelator when we saw him, tattoos and all, gentlemanly holding an old lady's hand, guiding her slowly and carefully to thread on the travelator. I whispered to my husband his name and he must have heard me somehow coz he turned to smile. He smiled! Impress is an understatement. I was more at awe that I could see a young man, in Singapore, patiently leading an old lady by the hand, unashamed, unperturbed. He led her till the end of the travelator safely. My heart melted. My goosebumps jumped out of my skin...What can I say. I don't get to see such things very often you know. It's a rare sight indeed.


I remember my daughter singing praises about this guy not too long ago. Her bf's car was down and out on the highway and this stranger (the same gentleman) stopped his car and offered to help. He went out of his way to help them, total strangers to him. How nice right?


Who is he? Well, my friend Noel is a friend of his. And if you're reading this Noel, send my regards to him will you? To your friend, John Molina. Such a kind soul!


Alas! Chivalry is not dead. Well, ok. I'd think twice about squeezing the living daylights out of people and just do the correct thing to do the next time.

Coz at the end of the day, we are not morons nor bitches. We are ladies and gentlemen...