I have watched macho dancers in a gay bar and watched the same breed of macho dancers gyrating in a hotel room "bridal shower." That was all "for experience." Little did I know that today, I would choose to be massaged by a male attendant, a.k.a. masseur. It all started when I went to my spa aching for my monthly Swedish thing. After a few minutes of waiting at the reception area, the man in charge would come back telling me the bad news: I would have to wait for 20 minutes because the female attendants were fully booked. It must been borne out of my ... Continue Reading...
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This blog is 7 years old + some giveaways!
What I probably didn't tell you is that this blog turned 7 years old last July. And of course, maybe you can guess what am thinking: "I feel old!" My baby daughter is way younger than this blog which has been witness to my zany and mundane experiences all these years. I remember my first post, the post I made for the sake of being Googled ... and yes, I can write stuff like this too...more stuff that makes me say OMG...the runaway groom and what happened to the brokenhearted bride... memorable travels..... ETC! Honestly, I have this fear that I might just wake ... Continue Reading...
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