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To Brazil(ian) and back

Sunday, May 04, 2008

So the deed has been done.

I was feverish with fear as I stepped into Strip at a Malacca Street. The interior is very stylish, you know. They designed it in such a way that the whole place looks like the inside of a plane, and every treatment room is a cabin. The cupboards are fashioned like the storage compartments in planes. Very uber cool.

My therapist asked me to take off my underwear and cover myself with a big towel provided by them. Abeh semalam, I wore some complicated outfit where it took me some time to take it off and I haven't the time to cover myself with the towel when she just opened the door and went something like "Ok Miss, are you ready...." And I squealed out "No, I'm not!" cos I have not covered myself with the towel yar but then I thought, like, what the hell.. So shy for what cos she's gonna see everything anyway, so erm... I let it all hang out.

I think I was shy lah okay. You know how I know? Cos I was blabbering away at some shit thing like "How long have you been doing this?" and "Do you do your own Brazilian?" and "Are you from Malaysia?" in between snips and trimmings. Macam kepo kan, tapi padahal tengah stress.

Then she asked if I would like to have the white chocolate wax instead of the normal one and I asked what's the difference and she said that it's less painful and pointed out the poster to me "less pain, pain less" it says.

Hmm ok. I asked her if it costs more for the white chocolate and she says "Yes. Normal is $46, white chocolate is $60". EH MAK DATOK MAHAL NYER NYARR SETAKAT NAK REMOVE THE, APER TU KAK PAH? AMAZON FOREST? HAH MAHAL SIAKKK... But then I thought to myself, what's $14 compared to less pain so okay, I submitted to very good marketing.

I don't think I want to bring my readers to the whole experience lah eh, because let's face it. The process is not as smooth as the result haha. EH TAPI SIAK AH! IT'S SAKIT OKAY! When all has been revealed, she stood back and admired her handiwork and was satisfied with herself.

Warm wax and a few tears of battle later, I thanked the therapist and put on my clothes. Despite the therapist's professionalism, I felt slightly violated, you know.

Just something for the Brazilian virgins, ask for extra pillow or towel to scream into. Good thing my small pillow came in handy. I think I forgot to breathe too. Pasal lepas tu, aku macam pening-pening sikit cos lack of oxygen hurhur.

First thing I did when I was done was to sms Eli and Jila. And a few rude smses by Jila later, I was feeling better.

So that's it. I'm not a virgin anymore. But I must tell ya, WAHEY! IS IT COLD IN HERE OR WHAT?

the enigma was spotted at 17:01