Call-In Massage

When we were in Penang recently, I seized the rare golden opportunity and hired a masseuse from the hotel to give me a full body Bali massage. It was an eleventh hour decision. After dinner that night, hubby saw the adv on massage stuck on the wall of the hotel elevator. He said he wanted a massage and I told him I needed it more than him, hehe… So at 10:30pm, he called the masseuse up to our room to give me a massage. Thankfully Baby C was very well behaved and she watched me with awe from her cot… thinking why mummy was lying without any clothes on the bed and a lady was making her all ticklish, lol!   And she was such a good good baby as she did not fuss or cry at all… for 45 minutes!

So was it good?  Not really… and it cost me RM70 for 45 minutes.  I guess the masseuse was already feeling tired and sleepy as it was already way past 11pm and she did a slip shod job so that she could go home.  I still prefer the good old massage from an urut lady (Malay masseuse). 

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Our Flight To Penang

Our flight to Penang on board a Fire Flyz plane on Thursday was eventful. Baby C was absolutely petrified when she was inside the plane… and she was screaming and crying away, non-stop. Nothing seemed to placate her, save for my boops! It was an extremely hot day and the air-cond inside the plane wasn’t cold enough. It was quite stuffy inside the plane and Baby C who has a phobia of loud sounds, especially the sound of aeroplane / helicopter flying clutched my body really tightly…. in fear. The seats of this low-cost carrier are really small and the leg room is squeezy too. Anyone who is slightly over-weight will surely be unable to fit into the seat!


Baby C was inconsolable during the flight from Subang to Penang.  She was horrified when we put the baby safety belt on her.  The only way to stop her from screaming was to place her my mouth at my boops!


Poor Baby C did not really have a proper meal during our stay in Penang. She was refusing food and drinks and I had to force feed her most of the time. The only food that she really wanted was mummy’s milkie.

In this pic, I had to strap her onto her stroller and put her right in front of the idiot box to distract her while I fed her some buns and water. She only had her lunch at 5pm.  It was a struggle to make her eat and drink.  Thankfully that night, she ate her dinner of cod fish, steamed egg and spinach.  Shall blog about our dinner at a seafood restaurant by the sea next.

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