The purple and the blue-black

Just a short post. I'm a massage junkie. There, i said it. I love massages, and i like them hard, especially when the masseuse is able to hit and knead a knot right in between my shoulder blades. The way to my heart ain't through my stomach, it's through my knots baby.

And now, it's time to stop sounding like a porn video.

More seriously, I decided to give foot reflexology a try since i had a good experience with a similar massage set-up while in the US. The first foot massage was pretty painful, and not all that enjoyable, but i figured i would give it another try since my knots were mostly in my back and not my feet. This time round, I went to a place near my house. The results were..... excruciating, to say the least. I nearly cramped up trying not to squirm from pain, and wanting to be manly, i simply gritted my teeth and nodded when the massuese asked if i was ok. The next day, my whole back felt tender. Lo and behold, it was a patch of blue-black bruises. Suffice to say, my brief flirtation with foot reflexology places is now ended. Back to more high-end spa type places for me!

Ajantis is a wussy boy...