Unravel

while you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn
the devil collects it
with a grin
our love
in a ball of yarn
he'll never return it
so when you come back
we'll have to make new love
he'll never return it
so when you come back
we'll have to make new love
Bjork

Sundays are meant for chilling, so the monkey and I, with token straights in tow, waddled our fat asses over to Pavilion to unwind. Did we do anything new or novel? No.

Well, almost not.

There are certain places which I would never ever go, save when the generosity of my heart prevails over self-interest, and I wind up accompanying my friends there as a show of support. The Eye is one such place. Kenko Fish Spa is another.

Honestly, I hate touching fish. I wouldn't handle guppies with my bare hands, if I could help it. So why in the world would I willingly subject myself to frenzied fish feeding on my feet? I must be masochistic. And no, it really doesn't help that I'm rather sensitive (ie., extremely ticklish).

After several traumatic attempts at getting my feet wet (involving bouts of nervous giggling and grinning through gritted teeth), I finally managed to leave my feet in there for the fish to kiss (and boy, were they kissing all over my feet) by distracting myself with some other fun activity - camwhoring! I think it must have taken me fifteen minutes or so to get used to all the pecking enough to ignore it. And about another five minutes more for the fish to uncover a piece of loose skin and attack it. Voraciously. It was about then I decided I had had enough for the day.

Make that for a lifetime.

The tranquil atmosphere belies the hunger that lies beneath

Gentle massage that will help relieve stress and tension? Really? You mean my tightly curled up toes and those hands pressed into the floorboards were actually a sign of me relaxing?

Comfort, for me, would involve me eating fish rather than them eating me, thank you very much.

Which is why it's a good thing that Pavilion has a got a rather nice food court in the incarnation of Food Republic. Here's something I understand, and one sure fire way to provide me with warmth and comfort.

I want citizenship!

Anyway, one man's fish is another man's torture, and thankfully for Kenko, people seem to enjoy the fish spa thing, bar the occasional nervous gigglers (like me), and one squeeler (thankfully, not me). Oh and spotted! Fly Guy with wife and a rather cute male friend dipping their feet in.

In the meantime, parents with chaotic children and terrible teens, who need stronger therapy than that found in either a food court or a fish spa, well they might want to head over to Times. Seems that this bookstore will be happy to relieve you of your screaming kids and give you some books in return so that you can finally go chill out at the bistro in peace and quiet.

New books for used kids

Now that's what I call stress relief!