I was down with flu last week. Fevering up and down, coughing and runny nose. Too much of a good time.

Anyway, I went with full rejuvenating plan for the weekend. Started with having spa at Boenga. The place is very nice and the massage is wonderful. The private room has its own bath tub and it’s in a quiet surroundings. Ah, how I love quietness. If you work in HR and have 2 boys at home, quietness is a luxury you don’t always get. 

So one of the Massager took me into a room and soon after I laid down my back, I started to feel very sleepy whilst the Massager dimmed the light. She was so good and gently massaging my knotted muscle. I felt very relaxed looking down to the flowers being placed on the water bowl beneath the bed whilst inhaling the lavender fume. I could feel my sore throat got better already and my head went a little bit lighter. She did not make any noise at all, so quiet and I found my self struggle to keep my self awake to enjoy the massage. Fortunately I managed to stay awake (I guess - and if I fell asleep, I hope I did not snore and talk in my sleep). I was fully awaken with the voice of water dripping to the bath tub.

Apparently the lady prepared the bath. I politely declined her help to bath me and politely asked her to leave the room. No, I don’t need your help to scrub my back. No, I don’t need your help to hand me the towel. Yes, please light up the candle. But that’s it. Please leave the room. Taking a bath is MY private moment, and unless you are an Orlando Bloom you are not welcomed to join me. Eh, Orlando Bloom and my husband, of course. Sorry, hubby…hihihi…

The next day, I went to Salon. I had mint sorbet creambath which feels very cool and refreshing against my hot scalp. And I had manicured as well. And when my favourite hair dresser finished with my hair, I felt totally brand new. Ready to date hubby to watch Hell Boy 2 at PIM.

Ah what a weekend. I hope I could have more weekends like that.