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  "Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free till they find someone just as wild to run with them."
-SATC


  30 June, 2008 | 10:44 PM
Lamingtons, my Love


Lamingtons are my new comfort food lol. I say comfort because right now I desperately need that. The need for it stems from after-effect of a 1-hour massage session with a compleeeeetely whacked up chinese masseuse. Simply put: it was wrong. Plain Wrong.

Like all most horrible things in life, it started out smoothly. Half way through the session, I was clinching my fists in pain and apart from the occasional Ouch's & Eeeks, I remained silent, which must have been interpreted as you're not pressing hard enough in her mind.. Gradually, she started concentrating on specific areas, "knot" as she said grinding what seemed like a hip bone {no, I was SURE}.. she rubbed my skin so hard, until I felt I had no skin left {does she part-time at a slaughter house? I dunno.} -- She then said that my back is cold -well YEAH! The frickin' AC is on!- & decides to attribute its low temperature to slow blood circulation -as if-, & used a massage torture technique that only Hilter would approve of. Before I knew it, I was swearing & screaming, but she paid a deaf ear to my attempts to protest, and continued her thing while whispering with the softest voice "all pain go afta... you afta feel good", feel good my foot!

My back is covered with ugly, ooooooogly bruises that range from red/purple to blue, they're ubiquitous & ..well, ..the back doesn't feel the least bit better. Lesson learned? Never, ever trust a chinese masseuse, certainly not one that jumps on the massage table.

Today, I retreated to Lamingtons to make me feel better, they always do.. especially when the crust is slightly moist; if you haven't had them yet; drop by the nearest DOME café & you'll develop a perplexing addiction! DE-LI-CIOUS! seriously! -- I was first introduced to them a few years back when my Australian MBA professor & his wife visited our farm in Shuwaib, they carried holidays in their eyes, & an abundance of coconut-coated divinity in their hands. It doesn't get any sweeter than that. For a homemade version, check this recipe and don't forget to share photos of your creation ;p

As you can see, I'm still having a blast with polyvore, & my two most recent sets are:

Vivid Sophistication




..From the Stables to Friends



Time to call it a night.. but before I go, I'd like to note a biiiiiiig thank you to InD. for a wonderful autographed book =)

Nightie nights you gorgeous people x

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