Massages and physical therapies are one of my life priorities in order to maintain my well-being and reduce stress + anxiety levels AKA ‘keep my shit together’.
Relaxing with that view makes you feel you’re being pampered as close to the heavens as possible, and working on my phone from the bathtub felt pretty sick (with me sternly telling myself NOT to drop it into the water)!
Went through the body scrub, steam room, massage and bath routine.
Amused myself with sunrays in the water, and felt absolutely spoilt being waited on hand-and-foot complete with a snack of fresh fruit + tea while i sat in the tub.
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A few weeks ago, i tried this new Japanese physiotherapy treatment called So Stretch. The Malaysian team is trained by Japanese physiotherapists to assist clients in improving flexibility, joint range of motion, blood circulation, body performance and muscle stiffness, amongst a whole list of benefits you can read about online.
This was the spotless centre i went to, but the staff mentioned they are moving to Mont Kiara very soon. I was asked to don a soft loose shirt and pants provided before i lay down and let therapist Fatin do her thing.
I simply had to relax my body while she did the work, slowly stretching my limbs in what seemed like extremely simple motions; but ones that i never thought of doing myself, or had done to me before, or even knew about!
What surprised me most was the amount of pain i felt in my stiff joints as she worked. I thought i was pretty healthy and active as it is – i go for massages and work out regularly. I asked her heaps of questions on how i would be able to do it by myself and she said i could use a wall. At this rate, i think i just have to go back to them regularly cos my first session exemplified how i’m not broadening my body’s various ways and ability to stretch and move.
If you think about it, we’ve been walking and sitting a certain way since we were born. We don’t move as much as pre-civilization human beings had to as we’re a way more comfortable species now (we can make a living while sitting down for hours… in front of a laptop).
When she got to my legs, i thought, “Oh boy, i am gonna suck at this,” cos i’ve not been able to touch my toes since i was in school. Because my flexibility was pretty terrible, Fatin got me to measure how far my fingers were from the ground via this toe touch test contraption…
One of my favourite countries in the world, to the point that it lists as one of the places I would move to for its effervescent culture and lifestyle. My first time in Italy was so long ago that I couldn’t find pictures of it because while digital cameras has already existed, cloud storage did not. XD
My dad took us to Venice in the early 2000s, and I continued exploring the rest of the country and its many unique spots many years after. I love Italy so much; I have a gigantic tattoo of Italian gelato on my arm, and a sailboat representing the catamaran which I traversed Southern France and Italy in.
I always tell people that once you eat pasta in Italy, your standards will increase to heavenly heights and the only way to taste it again… is to go back! Sometimes, I dream of the pasta in Bologna because it’s that special, being handmade by little old Italian ladies in the afternoons day after day, year after year. No new chef can replicate the energy that goes into food to taste like how local veterans make it!
Besides flavours, Italy is just so RICH in culture.
These are photos shot from more than a decade ago, hence the super short hair!
Buongiorno! Grazi mille!
The remnants of Italy’s history linger proudly in the 21st century with its current music, architecture, people, and food. Italy was even the main port through which all coffee passed before being sent across the continent, first receiving beans that came from ancient Ethiopia and subsequently mixed with Indian Arabica.
Legends say that 18th-century Venice saw intellectuals and artists socialising in coffee houses whilst indulging in music and literature. Imagine what a time to be alive back then!
We can’t travel back in time, but we can evoke historical atmospheres via taste and scent, like how Nespresso’s Coffee Houses flavours hope to capture. Through complex flavours of their new limited edition coffee blends, each Nespresso Coffee Houses flavour transports us to two distinct moments in history where coffee culture has since thrived, paving the way to the coffee we enjoy today.
I was gifted the Caffè Venezia and Café İstanbul capsules to try, which you can get at their boutiques in Gardens Mall, 1 Utama, or online!
Caffè Venezia, recognizable from its golden baroque capsule design, is potent, complex and fruity with wild and floral notes. Lots of depth for someone who loves their coffee strong but not too intense!
This Inissia machine has been a godsend – it’s been so quick to prepare coffee for guests the past few months, and I don’t have to pop outside for a pick-me-up anymore!
The rich, generous foam naturally formed during the brewing process is called crema, and is a main characteristic of Nespresso coffee.
Apparently, that is my naughty face when I’m up to something, according to my photographer Mr. Valentine.
So terrible (not Wonderfruit, but ME!) cos i went for the fest in 2017 and took hundreds of super amazing pictures and never blogged about it… BAD fairy! I just find it so difficult to put aside time to edit pix + blog these years. I may spend a few hours editing pix, then only end up writing the post WEEKS later… or worst still, NEVER.
This time, i’m adamant a post will go up!!!
I first heard bout Wonderfruit in their debut year cos Tame Impala was performing, but it was during a period when i’d just started the company and we ran a lot of events, and December was our busiest. Going away in December was out of the question. Cue years later, our business and my scope of work has changed (phew!!). So i went to Wonderfruit in 2017 with Way and Marcus – we had the BEST time cos we all gave each other permission to just BE who we were. One day i’ll write about EVERYTHING i’ve experienced in a book…
But today, it’s gonna be about the most recent Wonderfruit i went to!
As i grow older, i tend to lean back from making plans ahead of time cos i don’t know where i’ll be or HOW i’ll feel when the time comes. What if i suddenly feel like being somewhere / doing something else? So i didn’t commit to Wonderfruit. Till Rahul confirmed he got us comp tix a mere month prior and i was like ‘Jeahhhhh meant to beeeee’
The boutique camping / glamping spots sold out rather quickly in 2018, so we resorted to sharing a villa 15 minutes away with a bunch of Rahul’s friends – Sophie, Sarah, Cher, Charme and Charlie – all based in diff SEA cities. I did have a time remembering their names cos the first vowels were similar.
Rahul and i were super chill on the 2nd night of the fest (the day we arrived) cos we were just really tired from work. All i wanted to do was eat dinner there, suss out the vibe and go home :p #feelold
Speaking of, when we were catching our flight from KL, i received a notification that it got delayed by 30 minutes and decided not to inform him (cos y’know, he might run late). In the end, he did… and was wondering why i wasn’t all over him when he picked me up 30 mins before check-in shut (we actually still had a full hour left). Haha. #RahulOhRahul
Managed to catch Goldie, but i could feel i was forcing myself to sway to the music; cos i was too knackered!
Went home at 1am.
Next morn, i woke up at 9am, did some emails and WAS SO READEHHHHH
I bought this rainbow skirt 5 years ago and never wore it… knowing i loved it but never having the perfect occasion cos it was a wee bit transparent. Boots from Palladium, which i’ve worn at EDC Las Vegas, hiking thru Utah, and Burning Man.
Cher and i got lost together for a bit, and bumped into Moe whom i met at 2017 Wonderfruit!
My grandmother celebrated her 90th birthday on the eve of Deepavali this year. Following the lunar calender is how we know her birthday comes around every time — when it’s Deevali, it’s her birthday! Aunt Gerry planned her massive birthday dinner well in advance by a year, so relatives could plan their flights in to KL just for it. Mama herself made her trek back to KL from London (as she does every year to avoid winter right up till Chinese New Year).
Grandkids from her youngest – Nick & i
A phrase translated from Mandarin in a letter Mama wrote to Uncle Mark’s late parents some time in the 80s – in regards to her own three children she had with my late grandfather.
I regretfully have to admit that every year Melinda has her Fashion Suites event, i’m not around. This year, i was surprised to receive the invitation (again) and told her so: “Can’t believe you still invite me after i don’t turn up for yearS!!”
With the award-winning fashion designer herself. Read more about her *here*
Right: After 3 secs notice and deciding to make more effort
That morning, I picked Chelsia up (who was my +1) after a product shoot, and headed to the venerable W Hotels where the event was held.
As we were standing at the lifts on the parking floor, she gazed at the design on the facade displaying the lift floors. It looked like one of the symbols was melting, and Chels subsequently mentioned, “Why is the design like that? Did they make a mistake?”
And i retorted confidently, “The W doesn’t make mistakes.”
We got ourselves up to the Presidential Suite (which i discovered was a lot larger than expected, 3 hours later…) and were a little late but i can blame noone but myself and my commitments… i couldn’t cut short a shoot i had* to complete before my next app! Edwin (who was hosting the event) spotted us wondering where to sit, and announced on the mic, “CHELSIA NG! And Joyce The Fairy! Please find your seats! There is some space at the front here!”
Damn.
So much for an incognito entrance.
Heads down, eyes indignant; we made our way to the front lounge.
