A morning treat

We all love to be pampered. I received my share this morning, thanks to Seeking Solace. It was really, really nice. Give away to your own senses and enjoy the experience. It's wonderful. I feel like going back theree again. Pronto. My housemate already said that I'm addicted to massage. Aaahhh....

The place was really simple. It's called Bodhisense. No, I'm not getting any commission for putting this on my blog, if you're wondering. I'm telling you my experience.

I came home from Midvalley last night about quarter to two. Hmm.. not night, in the wee hours of the morning. We went to watch Prime. Lovely movie by the way. I might give my insights on it. But for now, let's talk about being kneaded by the hands of skillful professionals.

I woke up this morning, not too early, but not quite filling up my quota for restful sleep. Part of natural beauty regime. Not 8 hours. I felt so lazy to wake up, but the reminder of my appointment with the masseuse got me dragging my butt of the bed. I had few things to do before the 10am rendezvous. Breakfast, washing up, cartoon, bath...

Anyway, at half past nine I was already in Hartamas, looking for block E. Parked my car, and walked around the building, and finally came upon the haven. It was not yet open, of course, so I went back to the car, and continue my reading of Mr Coelho's latest brain refreshment. At 10 on the dot, I said "ola" to the lady at the front desk. She is a feast to the eyes, by the way.
I was asked to choose which Aroma massage I wanted, so, I went for the Speaciality. When I called for appointment yesterday, I wanted to go for the traditional Thai massage at first. But then, I changed my mind, because I had that experience when I was in Bangkok in November. And that was mind blowing I tell you. I felt like I'm walking on the air after I was done. Back to this morning...

I was then ushered to the massage stall, excused myself for a while to the washroom, and came back to.. urmm... strip. Yerp, you have to be in your birthday suit for this, people. There I was lying on my stomach with towels drapped all over me (yes, I was decent) waiting for whatever was in store for me.

She started with my left leg (I was tempted to ask her to start from the right, habit, I guess), and at the first stab of pain, I just moaned. She chuckled and asked, "Pain?" I said, "Urmm.. yeahhh.. a bit.." But that didn't make her stop pressing at the pressure points. The pain evolved to pleasure a couple of minutes after that. By the time she started with my right leg, I was already in la-la land. I slept. The sandalwood ointment work wonders for relaxation. I woke up every now and then.

When I arrived, there was a couple checking-in as well. At first, I heard them talking and laughing with each other, while being 'serviced'. After several minutes everything went quiet. It was either both were enjoying the massage, or masking the pain everytime the masseuse struck a pressure point. It was really peaceful. Soft hypnotic music was playing, the aromatic oil playfully caressing your senses. It's like the outside world cease to exist for the time you're being pampered. Handphones, needed to be silenced, if not switched off.

One and a half an hour later, I did not want to leave the place. I almost wanted to stop the therapist and ask her to start all over again. But I managed to control myself. There shall be another day. Probably in two weeks time.

Julia, the beautiful lady, smiled and asked me, "Did you sleep?" and I chuckled my yes. I knew my eyes were a little droopy. I just can't wait to be home and in bed. I wanted to prolong the blissful feeling. I paid my due, and walked back to the car feeling fresher than before. Fresher, relaxed and a little to the sleeping mode. I prayed I can drive home with my eyes open.

The funny thing is, once I got home, I got hungry. I went scavenging in the kitchen, toss stuff into the pan and had my lunch. It was noon anyway. Half an hour later, I was curling in bed and slowly drifted to sleep. And. I. Had. A. Nightmare. Well, day-mare more apt. I was made feeling guilty of not being married and yadda yadda yadda. It was scary. Let's just stick to being pampered, eh.

I still feel "aaahhh" and "mmmm" now, but my housemate is all ready to go for dinner. I guess I better make a move. So, people, treat your body to something nice soon. It deserves some TLC. You deserved to be manjaed.