BztHoUgHtS & kISSeS
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Monday, August 08, 2005
Nope, I didn't pay a single cent for it. My friend got one trial session (how come she got it I didn't know) from a slimming saloon and she didn't want to go. So she passed the chance to me.
Well, of course the people there tried to persuade me to sign up for the package but I really dun have the money of course. Ha. Lucky I didn't. The whole process is such a torture. I think it's my retribution for misbehaving this year. Muahahah.
Firstly, I got a feel of how a 'bao' may feel when it's being steamed. I almost suffocated once I stepped into the steam room. The cubicle is so crammy and I had nothing else to do except feeling naked underneath the small towel. There I sat like a stone. Suddenly, whiffs of white smoke enveloped me (The room started to release 'steam') and I suddenly realise that there's a naked figure infront of me! (Gasp! Just like those sleazy scenes on the teevee!) Opps, i forgot to tell you that the sides of the cubicle is translucent, which I can vaguely see the person beside me and the door is made of glass. Then did I realise that that people can shower infront of me, only covering their modesty by drawing the white translucent plastic curtain around them. I was thinking that it would be a man's dream to be in this place. Ha.
Then suddenly, the lady who's 'incharge' of me asked me to step out of the steam room and into the bath area. Blimey!! She asked me to take off my towel and she started to rub something on my tummy, arms and thighs. (It smells like peanut powder with oil, I swear.) Then I realise that that she aren't really covering the curtain up. The girl that is beside my cubicle then able to view a naked humongous blob infront of her. Oh my gawd...
Then I'm supposed to be steamed for 20 more minutes. (Guessed I'm not fully-cooked yet) With my newly 'marinated' skin (With the peanut oil, remember?) I sat like a rock there again. The emptiness is irritating me. I'm feel as if being locked up because I'm mad. If there's a lock on the cubicle door, I'll break down and knock everything down. It's testing my sanity every minute. The steam is suffocating me. I can feel my own heart beat. I was wondering if they had made everything there so transparent so as to spot if anyone had fainted there.
I was rubbing my body with the 'peanut oil' that she applied on me earlier when I noticed the feet of a lady on my left. (The bottom of the side walls aren't covered with the frosted glass) It's with noticable veins and I started to be conscious of my own feet too. I stared at my feet. Yucks. It's full of 'black' scars. I think the scars are from bursting the blisters and the fungus. (Sometimes I can't even distinguish them from each other anymore.Ha.) Then the feet on my left started to swing to and fro. I almost joined in the swinging but I controlled myself. Then the lady on my right started to swing her legs too. Oh my gawd. So I just sat there again, now sitting between two swinging feet. It's driving me to the insanity. I wondered if 'swinging feet', or rather, madness is contagious. The chinese pop song about the girl loving someone like the way a rat loves a rice (I always thought rat loved cheese... Jeez..) kept donning on and on in a distant. I wondered if I'm in hell.
I was imagining myself as a damsel in distress waiting for my prince charming to save me when the lady came and ask me to go and bathe. (alright alright, I'll give her a name here. Jasmine.) Luckily she asked me to go the other side to bath instead of those infront of the steamroom. I don't want to expose myself anymore. I caught her saying that she ask me go another side to bath because the area outside the steam room reeks of urine smell. Does that mean that I'm might be soaking my feet in the urine? Oh my!
