The Other Real Experiences

My other first real experience is went to the spa to have a massage on me. Woo, sounds good, aight? Well, at first the idea was seemed to be very exciting. Cewi was asking me if I wanted to join her to go to the spa - since she works there as the receptionist and the accountant, plus the spa belongs to her friend, she got a 50% discount - and I was like, 'OK, that would be fun.'

So we woke up today grudgingly - we're not bunches of morning person - and went there for the 10 AM appointment. The spa itself was an unbelieveably cozy place with candles and stuff. You know, the interior was very good you thought you were at Bali. And it felt nice.

We filled in forms of attendance and then be led to the room - Cewi and I shared the room together becuase this is a very new thing for both us and we know completely nothing. The masseus ladies led us to a semi large room with two chairs in one side and two massage-table on the other side which faced to the open window. Outside was a large bath-tub with shower and chairs and mini-semi-indoor-garden. But it was all in one room. So it was cozy, beautiful, green and peaceful. You could even heard the sound of Hinduism instrument played. It was really sooo Bali.

The first treatment was foot scrub. This one very recommendable. At first your foot was place in a hot-water bowl mixed with minty oil. Yeah, that felt perfect. After that your foot will be massaged carefully and then be scrubbed so your palm feet becomes smooth. Everything was perfect until the next session.

This session involving us - my sister and I - to put off our clothes and only wear a paper-based undies and a shower cap. And then we can cover ourselves with towel. Here was the problem: you don't get naked in front of anyone, even if it was your sister. I remember the last time we got exposed to each other and I think it was when we were still in primary school!! When we didn't face the thing we call puberty. Geez, today was actually the most embarassing day of my life.

Because we paid, so we did what we told - with the strongest attempt not to look at each other, of course. After that we got massage which was - well - good. I tried to relax though, but I couldn't. How can you relax when someone was rubbing on you??? I mean the massage gave me a tickling yet weird sensation, but in a good way, you know, after a while you'll get used to it. Well, the rest of the session was like that and I lost all of my dignity when the masseus told me to turn around and she lifted the towel. EEEKKK!! But then again, I think I've lost it long before when she told me to put away all of my outfits.

Thank God, the massage really did us good and we felt actually better - smoother skin and smelled better. So, if any of you want to get a massage, it'll be a good experience, or if you feel uncomfortable with all the exposure thingy, you can always get a nice foot scrub treatment. :)

My second real other experience: attending my first university lecture. Yeah, not really much different with the college, only the number of the students get fewer and no more Asians. There were only four Asians, including me, so you see how much trouble I'm in for this semester.

Oh and FYI, I finally have chosen my major; Management and International Business. Today was a Managing The Value Stream class and it was actually pretty fun - I was late again, didn't know how I could change; it was not my fault though, they changed the class location without notice (the notice was in the former class board and the class was separated like 500 meters) and I was late an hour because of that.

Anyway, you know how sometimes you in a class, and there are some students that looked - no offence - very quiet and a bit retarded? And they are SOOO quiet that they actually never speak? I think I BECOME the student in this case. :s Everyone's seemed to be smarter and older than me. I wonder how could I pass this semester.

Despite of the cute boys (jks) and the nice teacher (she really is), I can't think anything more about this than I got to do something. The teacher said something about being creative. The question is HOW?

Im not as creative as HG, Vee, and Mr. Liar (don't be too proud, Mr. Liar).. :(