I just realized my post title can be interpreted in several ways. I could be referring to kneading dough to make, say, pizza, which I, for some absurd reason, found immense pleasure in. Or it could be another sort of pleasure from kneading. Up to your interpretation. By pleasurable kneading in this case, I'm referring to the lovely massage I went for today. My very first massage. At a discounted rate thanks to Sharifah's voucher.
My masseur happened to be a woman from China who obviously conversed in Chinese and only Chinese. Now how do I convey the message that she's applying pressure to my muscles (or flabs) to the extent that my nerve cells signal to my brain the presence of immense pain? - my very first thought when I entered the private room. My second thought was how many articles of clothing am I supposed to remove exactly. It was my first massage. How was I supposed to be knowledgeable about something of this sort?! They should have a poster with the specifics. Yes they should. However the ambience of the room was lovely, with the soothing music playing in the background and the scent from the aromatherapy candles.
On the whole, it was an enlightening and tension-relieving experience. I'm itching to go for a second massage. Now all I do is wait for a stable job in the future or hope that I get a discount voucher some time soon. OR some kind soul could sponsor it. Massages are rather expensive. Cheers!
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