Through M's Senses

Hi darlings!

I've arrived in Miri safely. Last night to be exact. So I've been busy unpacking and unloading my car, which thankfully also arrived last night. :) This morning, Mr. C and his housemate Richard accompanied me to town to shop for erm, house-moving necessities. You should have seen us crossing the road with brooms and dust-pan and pillows and racks and God knows what else. And they don't all belong to me. :P

This shall be my accommodation for at least the next year:


I know my bed is not made the proper way, but it was sooo cold last night!

This is the best I can do in one day. :) I've been lucky to find such a luxurious place to stay. Heheh... master bedroom some more. And there are two more rooms left, fully furnished, with air-cond. Anyone wana become my housemate? So far I only have one Caucasian housemate.

I've finished setting up my private blog entitled 'Behind a Teacher's Facade'. This you will have to be invited to read. Please email me if you're interested, and leave me your email, so that I can invite you. Hence, my updates here will be slightly lesser, as I will have to censor some of my posts here. No choice.



Okay, I've got to go. Got loads of ironing to do. Clothes that have stubborn creases. Cuz I haven't worn them since my practical 1.5 years ago. ;p

Take care, y'all!

I just called my pengetua this morning. And suddenly I've lost my appetite for Miri. On the phone, this Monster looms over me. Skema and strict. I'm not even sure I'm going for my convo already. Let's hope in real life she's better.

I can't write much here about why because she might just stumble upon this and I'm done. That's why I say in my new life, I need a private blog. Blogs like this just don't work for me anymore. Yes, I think I'll start setting that up. Bye bye old blog! Hello new private blog!

They say, once a teacher, always a teacher. No life, no privacy. omg. I can envision my fucked up life in the near future. No wait. It isn't my life. I don't have a life. My time belongs to the school because I'm a govt servant. Wtf?!!! Shit shit. Did I make the wrong decision to stick to teaching? Was rejecting the hotels wrong?

Remind me why I was so happy about going to Miri again. Oh right. New life with Mr. C. Maybe luck has run out??

Good. All the more reason for me to get a new job which has totally nothing to do with education. Hooray.

This comes a bit late, but today I've finally got my posting! :D

I woke up as early as before 7am and sat at breakfast waiting for 8:30am. I couldn't sit still and ended up calling at 8:15am. Thank God Sarawakians are more efficient workers than West Malaysians in Putrajaya and someone picked up the phone and answered my prayers. And at 9am, I went to JPN for my letter, because I was afraid that I might have heard wrong, so I wanted to see it on paper, in black and white. I damn paranoid one, that's why sometimes I cannot 'relax' and 'chill'. :P


My other classmates

Now my nightmares can end. Do you know that I have been having nightmares ever since the day our posting was rumored to come out? But it did not, and only came out a week later. Now my nightmares about being somewhere not Miri can end, because



I GOT MIRI!!! :DDDDD

Thank you for all your prayers! I'm really very happy and have been so ecstatic about it that I gave myself a headache, the blood-rush-to-the-head kind of headache, which lasted until now. Fuh. Haha.

Considering how much I have rant about not wanting to teach and will only teach if they give me Miri, I have been really lucky. I promised that I would go and teach without a single complaint if they give me Miri. And gave me Miri they did. I believe my efforts helped as well. Hehe. I wrote letters here and there because no one picked up the phone. But the thing with letters to the govt is that you never know whether your message gets across or not. Until now.That's why I feel really fortunate. Hehe.

Not only that, it's near Mr. C, 10 minutes away from Lutong. And I don't have to cross any river. What more can I ask? Mdm. Angie said, "You see, everything happens for a reason!" I am so grateful now that I feel I don't have a right to complain about anything at all. And so, as promised, I shall happily go teach. At least for now. ;p Complaining about work is part of all professions, no? So I cannot promise that there shall be no complains in the future, seeing that I have no passion in the job. Hehehe.

I have a good mind to abandon this blog and restart my old blog entitled 'Behind a Teacher's Facade'. But this time it shall have to be a private blog, because I don't want to have to delete it again due to my being too honest about the nature of the job. So if you're interested, please email your email addresses to me at emmelinachia@yahoo.com so that I can put you on my list of readers when I start it. Heheh...

I just found an ex-classmate from St. Faith's kindergarten on Facebook! :D

So I went for the hafla last night. Interesting.

Two nights ago we were busy decorating the place. ;)


Us in our jinjang wear ;p

I'm not in the picture above. Cuz I was at the other end of the studio doing this:


Putting up my masterpiece with the help of Joanna :)

And behind the camera we've got Joanna.

We'll see if she kills me for putting these up ;p

Joanna is this really cool friend I made, who's also a drummer. How cool is that! I've always wanted to learn drums, but that Edwin hor, say wana teach me but never teach me. I met her a few years ago during our dance fiesta but never really got round to talking to her properly until recently. And I found out that she's really great company. :) Funny too. Haha. And she offered to teach me drums if I want! :)) But now I can't yet lor... need to earn some money first hehe.


Work paid by free 100 Plus. Hehe...

The evening itself finally arrived.

Make-up: Check.

Hair: Check.

Costume: Check.

I used only eye make-up that night because when I think of removing the make-up after the party, I decided to go powderless to save me time removing make-up later so that i can sleep earlier. Haha. So I spent like less than 10 minutes doing my make-up. It was the hair which took me one whole hour, and still I couldn't finish curling my hair because I was running late. So I pinned the uncurled part up. Haha. Later lah you'll see my hair looks weird. :P

I was there earlier as I promised to help arrange the photo corner again. Hence the opportunity to take this picture. ;)


I didn't expect it to be so pretty with all the fairy lights


Ahh, this one baru my masterpiece ;p

As mentioned, no photos were allowed during the performances. So no photos of people dancing lah.

For once, I was watching from the sidelines, in the audience, watching new people dance the dances that I used to dance. It was like watching a history of myself, but from an outsider's point of view. In a way, I felt that I no longer belong there. Although I'm one of the first people to learn these dances, and have performed them many times, it doesn't make me any superior, because today, what I learned has already become something everyone else knows. Which was why I told Diana, "These dances can no longer be performed outside in Kuching. Everyone else know the dance moves already". Which brings me to realize, learning choreography is a necessity.



I turned down the opportunity to perform because it didn't feel right, as I haven't been there for a long time already. Actually, ever since they opened. Haha. There were so many new faces there and I felt very out of place as I have been absent from this studio for a very long time. I was there only on and off, never a regular, which is why I feel very paiseh whenever they describe me as one of their best dancers. Haha. Furthermore, those familiar faces which marked my happy dancing days are also gone... It's like a whole new dance troupe. But a whole new dance troupe which is harder for you to fit in. Because well, you're in-between. How should I describe this? Like I said, I feel like I'm no longer a part of them, and yet, I'll always be, if I dance in Kuching. ;p

Amazing how people's mindsets change, isn't it? ;p


Diana's costume from Dubai

But whatever I feel, I still prefer being on stage than being in the audience. The excitement you feel on stage is priceless. Haha. Watching them dance makes me want to dance again. But if I want to dance again, then let it be serious and I want to make sure that I'm really good. So to satisfy myself. Haha. I'm greedy bah, and my expectations are high for things I really like. :P

But until my life is settled, I cannot commit myself to anything just yet. ;)

Joanna and I were sitting together watching the performance, and we started a discussion to compare the two dance instructors who performed, Serina and Anne. They both did the same moves but it was obviously different. And we came to a conclusion that, Anne is sharper and uses more of the inner core muscles, whereas Serina uses less of her muscles but her moves are neater, more precise and she is more graceful. And also, later I realized that Anne's facial expression is more 'interactive' and 'animated', very natural, whereas Serina's is more graceful and elegant but you can feel a distance. They are like on two different ends of the continuum. Haha. But most of the time my eyes were glued to Anne's bosom. *faint* I want boobs like hers! Big enough but not too big. And firm! She doesn't need push-ups at all. Serina said if she uses push-ups they will hit her face.


Serina, female owner of Studio 23

Seriously hor. Very big. Especially when she jumps. Apparently I wasn't the only one who couldn't take my eyes off her boobs. Later when we were talking, I realized the others were as well. Haha. We tried jumping also but ours didn't jiggle like hers did. But I have no pictures of her, unfortunately. Those who went for her salsa class might know. (After this everyone will rush to salsa class Haha)

Ohh, and guess what. I met TMOT's niece. Joanna introduced us. The conversation was something to this effect:

Joanna: Oh, let me introduce you guys. This is Emmelina. Tiffany.
Me: Hi, Tiffany *shakes hand*
Tiffany: Ohh, I've heard of you.
Me: Huh?
Tiffany: My uncle told me about you.
Me: Your uncle?! (At this point was thinking, I know any dirty old man meh?)
Tiffany: Yea. Timothy Voon. Do you know him?
Me: Timothy is your uncle? HAHAHAHHA!

Do, Re, Mi, or is it Do, Mi, Mi?

This is Tiffany (up there), TMOT's pretty niece. She was a ballerina!!! I'm so impressed! Cuz I've always liked ballet but never had the chance to learn. :(

Then there's this other dancer, Angela, who is a mother of two, and she's slimmer than I am. Malunya I...


Angela

Also met Cherrysa, who is Mr. C's friend.


With Cherrysa

Actually right, she's been learning since my time. But then I wasn't very observant about who was there unless they come talk to me first. Hahaha... ;p

One last shot we accidentally discovered in the mirror. ;p



They say this costume is my trademark already. Hehee... really it kind of is lor. Cuz I make my appearances as Emmelina the belly dancer in this most of the time, if not 90% of the time. Haha... time to update my costume liao.

As you know, I've been helping out with the decoration for the hafla tonight.


It's tonight!

So naturally I'd have to go shopping at stationery stores. Heheh... and somehow I got sidetracked and bought something unnecessary cuz I couldn’t find what I wanted from that store.



WATER COLOUR DYES!!!

I've always been interested in T-Shirts with cute and catchy phrases. I own a few. But you seldom see me wear them as I prefer singlets to T-Shirts. And you don't see many singlets with catchy phrases on sale. Heheh... now I can make my own! :D

Sounds so easy right?

Ever since that day someone asked me at Jade Pot, "Are you that belly dancer?" when I was lunching with Pei Ching, I've wanted a shirt which says "I am a belly dancer". Hehe. Of course, you've got to at least live up to what your shirt says. Just in case people mock at you. :P I'm not the best but I can pass, so I'm safe. Haha.



Also, a shirt with grammatical mistake is a big no-no for me. Got hor, don't say don't have. Cuz I have seen and pointed and laughed at shirts like that before. So bad of me. :P It's always the first thing I check before I buy, or else it'll be really embarassing to wear out, unless, of course, it's intentional. But omission of verbs and such cannot be intentional, can it? As opposed to something like, "I am knot dyslexic" - got this on the internet. Hehehe, one day I want one like this. :P Found many nice ones on the internet as well. Hehehe... Cheeky ones also got. ;p

Easier said than done. I did mine twice before it turned out presentable. I tried free-hand-painting on paper first. So ugly. So I decided to stencil it on instead. I think the part I hate most is cutting out the letters. Haha.

Anyway, the first time I tried, the paint seeped underneath the paper and ruined the forms of the letters. :( Thank God the paint is washable before it's completely dry. But I still had some stains left on my shirt. :(

Yesterday I tried again. This time I used facial cotton (cuz I forgot to buy sponge and I very kintio wana do this) instead of a brush. Hehehe... The result was better. I painted on another layer though, as the paint wasn't thick enough. It's really hard to paint nicely on the shirt material. Or maybe I've got ni skills lah. Haha.

Ta-da!



I wore it to Studio 23 last night. ;) And everyone else wanted a shirt like that as well. Heheh... You can see the double markings there. But under normal light it's not very obvious. So I've ruined a singlet in the process. :( Lucky it's not very expensive. Hehe.

One of the dancers said, "Show it to me again after you've washed it". This morning I took it out from the washing machine and it was still looking fine. :)

I wana make another one. But the thought of cutting the letters makes me very lazy. Haha.

The last time I danced was at Scoops. These days my sentiments towards dancing is starting to change, although from time to time I still do miss dancing. But the past will never come back, is that not what everyone says? Like how I miss having BabyRozzy to fool around with in dance class. Or how we all didn't know the first thing about make up back then.I hope I can pick it up again when my new life starts. If it ever starts. Haha.



Anyway, Studio 23 is organizing a belly dance hafla this coming weekend. Hafla means 'party' or 'celebration' in some middle eastern language, Arabic, I think. And I'm helping out with the decorations. Not much of a help lah me, only doing the backdrop for the photo corner. Photography will not be allowed on the night itself, because people will all be veryyyy sexay. That's why once again, no dicks allowed. Hahah. This time really strict lor, even the instructor's husband also has to become bouncer downstairs. So the probable photos that you might or might not see will be taken at the photo corner, which is the only place people are allowed to take pictures of their and their friends' pretty costumes. Yes, everyone will be in costumes!

I feel so out of touch with stuff like polystyrene and the like. Yesterday I drove all over Kuching frantically in search for the cutter, because I have everything else except the cutter. OK, not everything lah. I forgot the glitter, which is why I can't finish it today, cuz I malas wana go buy. Haha...



I used to enjoy doing all these things back in high school. But back then one piece of polystyrene only RM3 eh. Yesterday I got it for RM5! Tell me again how many years ago was it that I left school.

Then I went in search of drawing block. More like go trespass my sister's territory and rummage through her stuff. I couldn't find the conventional drawing block. What's the name again, the light blue colour one? I found this instead:



Last time only foolscap paper came in this 'economy' form. Even then I hated it because the paper was too thin. Hahah. Cerewet bah this student. :P Now we have drawing block like that too!


Alphabet soup, anyone?

I say I'm so out of touch because some letters I have to cut twice, because the first time they turned out cacat, maybe lost one hand kah or hanging on a limb or something like that. Hehe. All the same I enjoyed doing them cuz it helps me pass my time. Wah, it's Thursday already! Faster faster weekend then Monday liao. The letter had better reach by Monday. Weekends are extra lonely and hard to pass. I still need to get used to not having my personal driver and companion around. :'( It's been 2 weeks and I still miss him a lot. Is there any medical theory or something explaining why girls seem to miss their bf more than the other way round? Haha.

Yesterday morning I went for an interview with Pullman Interhill. I actually found it fun *hahah* probably because I went for the experience and not really for the job, as I cannot yet make any decisions, at least not until my posting is out.Bila mau keluar nih? Govt forever inefficient. We were told we have to go report on 13 July (if I go hehehe) but it's already 1 July and they tell us the results will be out next week. Then have to wait for our very slow postmen to send us the letters. I bet they expect us to just pack up and go. And start work the next day. Even worse when it comes to money.

Anyway, this interview reminded me of my interview 6 years ago, which miraculously landed me in deep shit. I've come a long way since.

One weekday in 2003, I got home from Form Six, had lunch and flopped down on my bed. I meant to take a breather before I prepare myself for the interview at 2pm. At 1:30pm, my phone rang.

Dad: Where are you?
Me: At home.
Dad: What are you doing at home?
Me: Sleeping.
Dad: Why are you sleeping?! You have an interview at 2, right!

Crap. I fell asleep. And that conversation stayed in my head forever. The next half an hour was spent taking a quick bath, pulling on a Baju Kurung and speeding to maktab. I reached there at exactly 2pm - the last to arrive after Felicia (recognized her as a smiley prefect in St. Thom), Pamela and Jaime (who even back then was trying to jaga ayu. I remembered thinking, pretty but stuck up. I even remember her pink kebaya).

Unfortunately, my name started with 'E', and so this last stranger to arrive was called in for the interview first.

Interviewer: Do you know who is our... (forgot whom lah)?
Me: I don't know.
Interviewer: (Asked me something about politics)
Me: I don't know.
Interviewer: The overseas program is full. If we give you a local one, would you take it?
Me: (They say whatever they ask you just give a positive answer right?) Yes.

Big mistake. Should have said no. Haha.

But that time mana tau right. Blame it on my lack of general knowledge lah. I didn't even know teachers were posted to rural areas and you cannot even choose. Tsk tsk. Our govt should learn the basic manner of putting things back to where you took them from.

Oh anyway. Then after all of us went through that phase, we had to sit for an objective test. About what, I've forgotten. But they reminded us to bring 2B pencils in the letter. I brought my whole pencil case. *bangga bangga*

But I only just realize there isn't a single pencil inside. I swear I had a pencil. Cuz you know in form 3 we've already started using ball pens what more to say form six right. But I swear I had a pencil inside. Blue colour one some more.

Felicia was my angel for that day. She slipped me a pencil. Thank you Fel!

So you see my interview wasn't that smooth, was it? I think I'm cursed. You know why I'm reminded of this interview?

Because for this interview yesterday, I also woke up late and ended up having to speed, without my breakfast. Only unfortunately, this time it's in town. So far. Then I had to run a red light near Saberkas *pray pray pray no camera* Then at another traffic light I was stuck in the yellow box. And since it was red light, I replied my sms. Who knew I'd be so lucky as to have a traffic police as my neighbour. I almost threw away my phone when he knocked on my window. Then he opened my door (see that's why next time must remember to lock) and I smiled at him. I think my smile saved my day! Cuz he only said, "Lain kali jangan henti dalam yellow box. Boleh kena saman tau."

OK, tau tau. He didn't even mention my phone! Phew~!

Prayer Request: Can you please please please help pray that they will post me in Miri so that it will be the end of my distance relationship nightmare? If they post me in Miri, I will go teach without a single complaint. I promise! Thank you so so much *hugssss*!

These days, I'm so bored at home that I'll say yes to practically anything - exactly what I did when Irene invited me for a food-tasting session at the Banquet last Saturday. ;) Actually I think I'm supposed to wait till they give me the list of names for the dishes, but I am afraid that if I wait any longer to update this, I'll forget what everything tasted like. Hehehe... so this time you're reading this 'through M's senses'. ;)

If your sense of direction is as bad as mine, or if like me, every road name sounds the same to you even though you've lived here your whole life, then here's how you find it, although I don't know anyone who doesn't know where the Banquet is. ;) Find the F&N factory front gate. Once you've found it, you will definitely see the Banquet. If you don't, then you're not at the F&N factory front gate. Simple as that. ;)

The food-tasting session was set at 12 noon. And those who arrived more or less on time were:


In sequence:
Annie Tan, Amiey & Cyril Dason,
jimmychin.net, Fahri, Sharon,
Irene, Alysha, Cherry

Many of whom I have never met before. :) Halfway through the meal, a lost cat found his way there. ;p


Mr. Doraemon aka Mao Zi

So he was late and missed out on having some of the dishes fresh out of the kitchen.

Although I live so near I could practically walk there, it was my first time dining there. I always see people having their wedding dinners there though. :) Hence you could guess that it serves Chinese cuisines. Surprisingly I was told they serve western as well. And it's halal.

Right. Here's the 'wedding lunch' we had, minus the names of these dishes. I'll update the names later later ok? For now, I shall just number the dishes. :)

#1 THUMBS UP!

A glass a day, keeps the doctor away

This drink is tailor-made for health-freaks and non-health-freaks alike. Because it's green, it reminded me of organic drinks like Melilea's. And I was thinking, 'ahh, helps you go toilet later'. And because it's green, we had inhibitions about drinking it. But we all guessed it was made from vegetable. (Obviously lah, duh). After our first cautious sips,

Me: Hey, it's sweet! Tastes like guava juice.
Fahri: Tastes like seaweed.
Irene: It's sour. I think they mix it with lemon.

No conclusion made. :P So we asked the waitress what it was. She said it was made of 'sawi'. Then today I went and google 'sawi' to see what it looks like. I know it's a vegetable okay! I passed Primary One. And I'm all praises at how they could make an everyday vegetable taste so nice, like guava juice. I like! If I drink this everyday, I'd definitely lose weight...

#2 ONE THUMB UP

A customary first dish/appetizer

For me to describe this dish, this plate consisted of Sotong Salad, Duck egg yolk and crab meat wrapped in fresh chicken meat, Chicken Cha Siew wrapped in glutinous rice and beancurd skin, butter (we think) prawns, and the hidden popiah/spring rolls.

My favorite was the prawns and the spring rolls were really nice. Makes me sallivate at the thought of it. It's got celery, chicken ham and CHEESE!!!!

#3 THUMBS UP!


This is obviously crabmeat soup. With real crabmeat (refer picture). Although I spy some shredded chicken as well. The soup was nice. I loved it. My Chinese tastebuds tell me it's got just the right texture. I could drink this forever... I love soups. Don't you? ;)

#4

Fish symbolises 'abundance' in the Chinese custom

This dish tasted sweet and sour and spicy to me. A Thai-styled dish perhaps? To me it was just normal. Nice enough but nothing to rave about.

#5

Chicken symbolises a good marriage and serving a chicken whole symbolises family unity

On the surface, it looked like any other roasted chicken. But upon picking up a piece of chicken, you'd see sauce underneath it which looks like chilli oil or sambal, which is supposed to be eaten together with the chicken. For this dish, honestly, me no likey! The chicken was too dry, not tender enough and it was tasteless without the sauce. That means the underpart which had contact with the sauce was edible, while the rest of the meat was tasteless. Furthermore, the sauce did not taste nice. I'd prefer a normal roasted chicken to this anyday. Definitely needs improvement.

#6

Not-that-sinful butter prawns

At least, that's what we all thought it was. It looked and tasted like butter prawns. So it must be. I tasted the 'butter crisps'. It was not sinful enough - not buttery enough. I tasted the prawns, again not buttery enough. People say you should eat the prawns with the shell. But I can't accept eating prawn shells. So maybe that's why I didn't like it as much. But from the others' expressions, they've tasted better. Could be more sinful. Hehehe...

#7 THUMBS UP TOES UP!!

Ducks represent fidelity (Don't ask me why. Can't figure it out)

This is without a doubt my favoritest dish of the day! I ate so many of them until I almost got sick of ducks! The thick and sweet sauce complements the tenderness of the duck just nice. :) You know how duck meat could be very tough sometimes and people like me get impatient and irritated eating duck meat like that. ;p

#8

A Friday dish

And finally, we saw some greens! OK, maybe just a few sticks. But it's still vegetable! Yam baskets used to be a favorite when I was young. But then as I grew older, I kinda outgrew yam baskets. My choosy tastebuds tell you they are just okay. Hahah. But I think the yam was quite smooth, compared to others I've tried.

#9

I can think of many unofficial symbolisms of this dish ;)

I'm guessing they call this Lotus Leaf Glutinous Rice. Tell me if I guessed wrongly. This was served so late that I could only take in a small piece. Even the sight of it makes me full. Hahah. Round. Compact. Fat. Full.

#10

Dessert!

Finally, finally! The dessert marks an end to the food tasting session. I guess everyone was rather satisfied with this except me, because I don't like sago. Hahaha. It's a mango-flavoured dessert which tasted like... melted mango ice-cream with sago and pamelo pulp. Yes, I think that's it. ;)

Bloated, we asked the waitress to help us take a group photo. Hehehe...



Once again, thank you Irene, for inviting me, and many thanks to the Banquet for this RM514 meal! That's why I called it a wedding lunch! ;)

If you were wondering, both my parents work in the medical field. Having what I call 'medical parents' has its pros and cons. 'Cons' is when they nag at me for not eating healthily or when they get over-paranoid about diseases. 'Pros'... a lot eh - medical benefits, early identification of symptoms, free or cheaper medication etc etc.

And because they are especially health-conscious, they get interested in things that could improve your health. Like massages - my mum took a certificate in this - future investment bah she said. But she does it only for ladies.

Recently, both my parents have been showing an interest in Ultrasonic Ozone Spa Baths. And last night, I got the privilege of trying it out for myself. ;)



Have you been in a bubble bath before? Hehehe... it's something like that, with a different intensity in the pressure of the bubbles. Ohhh, I read later that 300-400 calories are burned for every 15 minutes of the therapy. So last night I've burned that much calories. Hehehe... No wonder the booklets there said this could be used for slimming!

I didn't have time to read up on this thing before I went in. I didn't even know its real name in the first place.


Got positions one some more. Hehe.

The aunty said to follow these positions wor. But I didn't lah. Very tiring ah to shift up and down. Heh, these different positions has its special purposes one hor... like the one circled in red, it's for body contouring. I soooo need it. Unfortunately, because I didn't read that before I went in, I didn't do it. Cuz that position really very tiring lah. I went with the word 'relaxation' in mind.


Shiok lah.

Relaxation it was then. They have also a selection of bath oils to choose from. Once again, each with a different function. I chose three (maximum) - lavender, chamomile, and rosemary. I think lavender was for relaxation. But chamomile was for skin and rosemary for blood circulation. My sister went for the one with eucalyptus - the very smelly one hehehe - cuz she has sinus. I guess that's how they use it to cure injuries and medical conditions in Taiwan and other countries. There was a list of what kinds of oils to use for different conditions, but I didn't take a picture of it.

The aftermath:

It says that supersonic wave energy under high pressure removes completely any contamination and surface protein matter lying on the skin. It is able to penetrate through our liquids and be absorbed by our bones.



I took a bath before I went, so my bathwater was clean compared to my sisters', who went right after tuition. And there was a layer of oil. -_- FYI, they clean it with antiseptic or some form of disinfectant after every session. Saw it, cuz there were only 2 baths and so we had to wait for them to clean the bathtubs after us so that my other sisters could use.

The place is operated by 2 Malay ladies, located in a house opposite Normah Medical Hospital. RM100 for 4 sessions of 15 minutes, if I'm not mistaken.

Despite my complaints of gaining weight, I still had a full-course 'wedding meal' there. Hehe. ;)



It was great meeting you guys! :) Now I can update my 'Bloggers turned Friends' list. ;)

Will update later later. Now I smell fried chicken cooking downstairs.