Batam Trip: Upskirt, massage and milk bath

The first photo I’m going to show you today is an upskirt photo.

In fact, many upskirts!

Honestly, they could have picked a better place to show off their skirts.

This was taken in Nagoya Hill Shopping Mall.

The last time I went there (about a year ago), I was shocked by the offerings. It’s quite a big mall, maybe as big as Ngee Ann City? (Don’t shoot me if I’m far off. I’m bad at gauging size and distance.) But most of the stuff sold there was like 30 years behind fashion.

I just ended up buying some shoelaces and bling stickers and potato chips. =P

So, this time, when I saw the upskirt display, I was quite excited. From that distance, one of the skirts looked like something I would wear, although not to stand by a second-storey glass window.

We went upstairs to find it. It’s a big store, about four times the width of what you see in the first photo. And the damn skirt was nowhere in sight! Argh.

So I didn’t buy anything but snacks this time.


Our lovely shopping cart after we were done:

I love shopping for snacks more than I love shopping for clothes and shoes!!!

(Partly because snacks are cheaper, lol.)

Everything in the shopping cart was the work of the girls. The guys only contributed one item in there: A 24-can carton of Heineken. (It’s hidden below the pile of snacks cos it was the first thing that was grabbed when we stepped into the supermarket.)

The whole lot cost us only S$92!!!! Including the beer! OMG. Split seven ways, we only paid like $13 each!!

What an unhealthy holiday. We had pizza and steak for lunch at a western-style restaurant.

I didn’t really enjoy it because I was a little too sleep-deprived to enjoy food and also because my tenderloin steak was crumbly.

That was seriously the worst tenderloin steak I’d eaten in my life. It wasn’t cheap, too, at $10.

The pricing was a little dubious. For $10, you could also buy a meal that includes two personal pizzas (size of a stretched palm), one chicken steak and two cokes. I think those tasted miles better than my atas $10 tenderloin, if my friends were to be believed.

After lunching and shopping, it was about 5 pm. We decided to head for a massage at the Sports Massage Centre. I think they’re quite big and have several branches in Batam.

The centres all look really dingy from the outside (no photo because I don’t as a rule like to take photos of ugly things) but the inside is nicely decorated and there are at least three storeys of massage rooms.

I took the milk bath package which includes a one-hour full body massage, half-hour body scrub, 15-min jacuzzi milk bath and 15-min sauna. All for about $38 after conversion.

They gave us private rooms with attached bath tub and steam/shower stall, although the “rooms” had no doors. The whole damn floor only had curtains.

And funny signs.

I am still in the process of appreciating massages. It’s really hard for me cos I’m super ticklish in many parts of my body.

People are supposed to be relaxed when being massaged but I have to tense up my whole body in order to control the ticklishness to manageable level. Even then, I can’t stop bursting into giggles and shaking violently at specially ticklish parts.

(The first time I went for the same massage a year ago, it was painful and ticklish at the same time, so I was either screaming or giggling through the hour.)

By the time the massage was done, I was exhausted and managed to drift off to sleep for a while during the body scrub. Except it was hard to sleep cos the masseur kept waking me to turn over or tie my hair or something.

The scrub was nice, though. Very shiok and not ticklish. (I can’t think of a comparable English word for shiok for this occasion!!)

The sauna was nice except that I couldn’t stay in there too long. It’s so hard to breathe steam! I had to keep opening the little door to let out the steam when it got heavy, which kinda diluted the effect of everything.

But I liked how my cheeks glowed after that! Unfortunately, the effect didn’t last. Next time I’ll take a photo!

My jaccuzi milk bath… went down the drain even before I had the chance to sit down properly because I fiddled with the wrong knobs and couldn’t figure out how to get the drainer to close again.

I totally do not get spas.

By the way, the milk bath was a little disappointing, even before the fact that I drained it prematurely. It wasn’t milky white like I expected, but a murky barley colour.

But I will try it again next time. I think the jacuzzi would be quite shiok also.

We went for dinner after this and then back to our resort to chat and eat snacks. The guys tried to finish their 24 cans cos we can’t bring it back to Singapore. Haha. I think they all got a little beer overdose after that.

By 4 am, I tried to sleep. Exhausted as I was, I couldn’t sleep because of the snoring symphony.

And then it was 7 am and alarm clocks started ringing. OMG.

End of Day 1!

A random morbid thought

I recently spent $40 on tidbits at NTUC Fairprice, which is a modest sum in my estimate but which made my friends’ eyes bug and roll over when I told them about it, especially since I go tidbit shopping about once a week.

It’s one of my guilty extravagances in life. Not so much on the cost, but more the fact that it’s probably contributing to driving me to an early grave.

An unbidden thought flashed past my mind one night after dinner.

An image of my gravestone.

On it are carved the words: “She loved her tidbits”.

The annual Chinese New Year rant

The most stressful time of the year is upon us again.

It really is very stressful.

All the preparations that have to be made way in advance:

  • Buy new clothes and shoes and handbag
  • Buy new towels and bedsheets
  • Buy snacks and bak kwa and drinks
  • Spring clean the house
  • Wash the car

We’re talking about the Chinese New Year, of course. Buying new things and cleaning the house is supposed to bring good luck in the coming year. The snacks are for feeding the hungry hordes of relatives that will troop endlesly to your house in the 15 days of the Chinese New Year.

Fortunately, not being head of the household, I’m exempted from some things. Like preparing food for reunion dinner and buying mandarin oranges and decorating the house with too many red-coloured items. I just need to take care of myself and my own bedroom. And whatever snacks I buy I eat myself. BWahaha.

But I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to buy new clothes (or anything else for the matter). As a last resort, I’m wearing something I received as a Christmas present which I haven’t even tried on yet.

But we did get bedsheets. The Goonfather dragged me to Aussino a few weeks ago to pick out our CNY bedsheet and quilt cover.

I suggested getting this diabetically sweet, girly pink quilt cover, thinking that the Goonfather will bop me on the head for even considering that he will deign to lie on something that’s gonna make him look like a pouf.

But he said, “Okay!”

Wow. That was pretty shocking.

So we got it, and a lavender bedsheet to match.

Ironically, the quilt cover is shopping themed, which only serves to heighten my stress over not having anything new to wear on the first day of the Chinese New Year.

The feeling is like when you didn’t study for an important exam and you’re hoping the day never comes. Every hour that ticks away adds one more butterfly to the pit of your stomach.

I spent the entire day cleaning my room today when I could have played PotBS instead. What a waste of time, but it had to be done.

To tempt me into buying CNY clothes, the Goonfather had promised to subsidise me $200. But I still never made it to the stores. Now you ought to believe me when I say I’ve been insanely busy.

No rest for the wicked.

After reunion dinner tonight, we’re going to Loyang Tua Pek Kong (Chinese temple) to usher in the new year and mob the God of Wealth together with thousands of other people hoping for some of the god’s wealth to rub off on us.

After that, we’re going to hang out at someone’s house and stay up as late as possible because some Chinese believe that, the later you stay up on the eve of the new year, the longer your parents will live. It’s not logical at all, but since when has tradition ever been logical?

After a night of not sleeping because you want your parents to live forever, the morning starts early with visitations, during which you’ll meet long-lost relatives, relatives you don’t know the names of, relatives you don’t even know are relatives, relatives who force you to eat up all the cookies and bak kwa in their houses, and relatives who ask you the same questions every year, when all you’d rather do is go to sleep on their couch because you haven’t slept all night.

There are people who actually love all this and look forward to it every single year. I really want to know why.

Or maybe not.

My secret to being slim

It’s no great secret and it’s not very healthy.

Nevertheless, I’ve decided to blog about it because my readers have been complaining that I remain skinny despite appearing to be a glutton.

But a disclaimer before I go on:


In fact, not just kids. Anyone. Try it at your own risk.

And here’s the secret: Snacks!

This is the snack pantry in my room.

It’s stuffed full of junk food right now because I’ve been snack shopping a lot in the past two weeks.

Well, snacks isn’t the whole secret. The secret to the secret is that you have to eat snacks in lieu of main meals.

Because I work freelance and keep irregular hours and work from home quite a lot, I don’t have access to proper meals. So I will usually just grab something from my snack pantry and eat while I work.

I believe this is what really keeps me skinny. I was fleshier when I had a day job and ate proper meals. I think it’s because snack portions are smaller while proper meal portions are usually huge and you try to finish your meals because you don’t want to waste food. As a result, your stomach expands so that you can stuff even more food into it the next time.

I’ve loved junk food since I was a kid so I’m not, like, doing this on purpose to keep slim. In fact, some of you may not even believe that this is what keeps me slim. As a matter of fact, I’m not sure myself, but it just seems logical to me.

Last year, my friends gave me snacks for a birthday present. I have chronic cystitis and every autumn I undergo treatment. When the weather turns bad and it gets cold, I immediately feel painful sensations. I already know what medications I need to take, including antibiotics, so I don’t go to the doctor. I order them on The prices are very pleasant there.

(The Goonfather not included.)

That’s how much I eat these things.

By the way, I found a Japanese snack shop in Central. Oishii okashiiiiiii!!! (Er… that’s not the name of the shop. It means “delicious snacks” in Japanese.)

It’s located in B1 and has all kinds of amazing snacks you can’t get anywhere else in Singapore!

They even sell leather jackets!!!

Don’t ask me. I really don’t know.

These are the two items which list “leather jacket” among their main ingredients.

The one on the left is dried sea urchin. The one on the right… I can’t remember.

I was quite conservative that night because I’ve been spending too much lately, so I only bought these:

They gave me freebies (two sticks of Hi-Chew candy and two squares of Venezuela Bitter chocolate)!

OMG I love this shop!

And, talk about coincidences…

I was in the middle of writing this blog when a good friend dropped by to pass me something he bought for me from Japan.


I just love Green Tea flavoured snacks.

I’m not sure what that “Calorie” thing is, yet. It’s some kind of energy bar for busy people, according to the description, but there’s no picture showing what it looks like.

Wow. With all these new additions, I’m going to be sooooo skinny (and so unhealthy) in the next few weeks!