Conversation with my masseuse

Went for a massage last night and my masseuse was just a tad too overzealous. I ended with bruises on my legs and a funny conversation as a keepsake.

And it doesn’t help that my masseuse is from Indonesia and my BM can only be described as laughable at best.

Masseuse: Kamu belajar kah sudah kerja?
Me: Sudah kerja.
Masseuse: Oh, kecik-kecik sudah kerja? Tak habis belajar?
Me: Ya, sudah kerja. Dah habis belajar.
Masseuse: Oh, sampai tingkatan berapa??
Me: -_______- Habis tingkatan lima. Sudah habis semua.
Masseuse: Tak nak pergi universiti kah?
Me: Err… sudah habis universiti juga.
Masseuse: Sudah habis?! Kamu umur berapa?!
Me: 26.
Masseuse: 26? Ohhh, I ingat you masih kecik lagi!
Me: -_______________-

This conversation occurred as I was lying pretty much buck naked on the massage table with her kneading me to within an inch of my death.







Time and time again, it seems like things are going no where but downhill. Do I really need this much sadness in my life? No. But why am I not cutting my losses yet?

Because once upon a time, it was beautiful. And I’m a fool who keeps turning back to look at the past.

Let time be the judge

As the cynic and the optimist battle it out, time sits on the judging panel.

We have just reached half-time. The optimist seems to be having the upper hand for now but the cynic is always just a step or two behind. Who will emerge victorious? Only time can tell.

On one hand, the cynic does seem to have a better track record. But on the other hand, I can’t help but to hope for the best for the optimist. Is that how people who root for underdogs feel? Silly, but hopeful?

It’s all a bit too much to digest at the moment. After all, we’re still in the early stages of the battle. Things really could go either way from here on out. Who is to say either party will even make it past the qualifying round?

For now, let’s sit back and let the reality of things sink in while we wait for the second half of the match, shall we?

New hobby

I have never been one to play any sports enthusiastically except for roller blading and ice skating when I was younger. Even those I’ve stopped because I don’t own a pair of roller blades anymore and nobody I know likes to ice skate.

Recently though, I’ve started playing darts for fun with a bunch of friends and it escalated to a point where practically all of us bought a set of our own darts and meet up regularly to play. Suddenly the house darts just isn’t good enough anymore when your friends all have their own fancy sets. Ah, the wonders of peer pressure. 😅

Granted, though it’s been only a couple of months and I’ve not even been diligently practicing, I do find the sport kinda fun. It’s very rare that I don’t completely suck at a sport (though some might say it’s not really a real sport), considering my horrendous lack of hand eye coordination.

Plus, it’s an opportunity for the gang to meet up regularly instead of just seeing each other once in a blue moon. So that’s always nice.

Maybe if we continue to keep this up, I might even finally be considered good one day. Fat chance, but a girl can dream, can’t she?

Even if I don’t improve much, I guess I can still console myself with the fact that my first ever set of darts is really pretty. #shallow