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In Hong Kong, one can find a really good deal at the “SpaAsia Crystal Awardee for Best Small Day Spa” found at Central and Discovery Bay. Visit A Sense of Touch to get the most relaxing deep tissue massage in town. Now because I’m easily excitable, a massage that’s too relaxing tends to send my chakra focus from the heart to the base, if you know what I mean. I like keeping my energies purple and pink, not orange and brown. But the sudden take-over, if you will, of a person’s orange chakra facilitates in self-healing. (Oh, Wolverine! Lend me thy adamantium hands!) Unfortunately, the Discovery Bay branch of A Sense of Touch is closer to my place than my other favourite in nearby Citygate Tung Chung.

The Spa MTM was rated Hong Kong’s “Best Spa” from 2005 to 2007. Last year, I was able to get a discount for a 10-visit package which includes the following:

a. one massage of one’s choice: Tui Na and Shiatsu are its best massage types, and all done by women; the Swedish one makes me tense, so I don’t choose it.

b. hydrotherapy - which consists of a (pardon the Nazi reference) half-hour Vichy shower, four different defatiguing shower & stream types, and a hot water foot-bath. A word of caution: the water in the footbath is scalding hot, the way the Japanese like it. The funny thing is that the water is so hot that as soon as you sit still enough, it feels COLD! 

The best spa service I’ve received to date is at the Shangri-La Mactan in Cebu. My husband didn’t quite enjoy the hilot massage there, mainly because it wasn’t relaxing enough–the same reason why I don’t like Swedish massage, in general. But I really enjoyed having the whole place to myself at 10 am to indulge in an “Enchanted Journey” at the CHI Spa.

Every person we meet in this world is accorded a number of hours, sometimes minutes, in which we can be happy with him or her. As the reminder goes, “What’s important is that we be happy during the time we’re together.”

But what if things go awry as the hours drag on? Or what if one cannot stand the other’s company for more than two hours?

The solution, then, is to time your company!

If you know you cannot, for the sake of good company and a cheerful time together, spend more than two hours together without getting into a row, then by all means, take your leave after two hours!

Take charge of your life, woman! Maximise happiness time!

You could not possibly have enough time for every single person you meet; therefore, the people whom you should spend the most time with are those with whom you hardly quarrel, precisely because you mesh well together.

Hedwig and the Angry Inch is a story about a young, beautiful East German boy whose mother castrated him in order to get him out of East Germany. How, do you ask? As a sudden “woman,” he was wed (again, arranged by his mother) to a homosexual, paedophilic American GI who happened to lurk around the Berlin wall in search for some “candy”. Abandoned by his GI husband, Hedwig starts a band, makes it big in the trucker-filled 24-hour diner circuit and eventually falls in love with a young folk guitarist named Tommy. The precocious and manipulative Tommy become famous through Hedwig’s compositions, and eventually eclipses Hedwig in the fame department. At the end of the film, we find Hedwig walking naked, androgynous, into a dark alley, neither homosexual nor heterosexual, but just as he is.

He ends his part on screen in search of someone who will love him just as he is.

In Breakfast on Pluto, young Irish actor Cillian Murphy plays a transvestite in search of his mother, who supposedly looks like a famous ’50s film star. In the end, he does find his mother (and father, too), but chooses not to reveal his identity to her. His karmic reward, however, for not “rocking the boat” so to speak, is suddenly acquiring a family.

The heterosexual transvestite finds two people who shall love him just as he is.

Any woman wants to be loved just as she is.

And Bridget Jones is a lucky britch.

1. I suggest bringing a somewhat fat handbag instead of a shoulder bag; that way, even if the handbag looks bulky, no one would wonder what's in there.

2. Your "tryst bag" should be one which no one else in the same city has seen you carry before; that way, if anyone you know happens to be around, he won't know it's you.

3. The following items are necessary: a small, small tube of toothpaste, a travel toothbrush, your favourite perfume sample sold cheap at department stores, tissue paper, pocket baby wipes (yes, baby wipes!), a compact make-up kit in small palettes and pencils maybe, disposable knickers, a small comb, a daytime mini-skirt and a singlet.

4. Your sandals should be suitable for both nighttime dinner-drinks and daytime travel.

5. Wear a little black dress for dinner-drinks. It'll be easy to tuck into the hidden compartment in your handbag.

6. Switch off your mobile phone.

7. Have an ample supply of contraception: maybe six condoms and the "morning after" pill.

8. You can always rush to the nearest 24-hour drug store for travel soap and shampoo. You don't have to carry them in your bag the whole time.

9. You must have enough money for your OWN ride home, just in case you won't have a ride home. Or to the train station. Or to the airport.

10. When all's said and done (whether something happens or not), give him a long kiss goodbye and walk on. Don't look back. Trust that he'll stare at you walking away from him. He won't turn away too soon.

10. Don't give him your number. You've agreed to part ways.

11. Don't carry too much with you on your way home.

12. Travel light; flee light; fly light; feel light. Life's too short for all that baggage. 

It's quite fun, actually, the prelude to seduction. Just the prelude, mind, and for as long as both players know and understand that the exchange is all wordplay between Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh.

Courtesy flirting 101. Let's take one example. The scene is at a bar, and a stunning woman walks in, and a friend of hers wants to compliment her but does so with innuendo:

Him: You look so gorgeous I'm going to eat you in that dress.

Her: So WEAR my dress, and THEN eat me.

Something like this would probably get a laugh from the boys, and shut Clark Gable up.

I no longer understand why I seemed to cling to all that angry feminist, man-hating dogma when I was in my teens. Picture this scenario:

Woman makes her way out of a building via a narrow corridor. She realises she hasn't enough money and thus needs to withdraw cash from the ATM across the street. Man is late for the party and is just about to enter. Man and Woman bump into each other in that narrow, narrow corridor.

Him: (blocks Her way) So, where do you think you're going?

Her: To the bank. I need some cash for drinks.

Him: If I don't see you up there at the party tonight, I'm never speaking to you again.

Her: There's always the phone. (She inches her way out slowly; he gives way slowly; some interesting body parts touch here and there - she giggles secretly, for this is no scenario for a schoolgirl.)

Him: Mark my words, young lady. If you go, I'm letting you go.

Her: We'll see about that.

She walks away. Then she turns slightly to check if he's watching her, and he is! So she keeps her head looking front to play hard-to-get.

The spiel is fiction, of course. Never mind if they never see each other again. The fun is in the quibble that feels like a scene jumping out of a movie.

Your very own independent film or reality TV show in medias res.

A quote from English novelist Julian Barnes:

"Don't misunderstand me. I'm not one of those women who 'likes to be dominated.' The idea of a man storming into my life and taking control and sorting me out is not one of my fantasies. I'd rather sort myself out. And I don't like bullies, or defer to them. I'm talking about something different, about that moment when someone is suddenly there, and says, without using the words, 'It's me. It's you. That's all there is to say.' As if some vast truth is being guessed at before your eyes, and all you have to do is reply. 'Yes, I think it's true too.'

Not all guys cherish the eternity of romantic moments when such things are said. Some of them shift their gaze and look askance while cracking a joke; others make silly faces to ruin the moment.

At times, I wish they would just hold it and establish the connection. Perhaps one has watched too many chick flicks. Then again, maybe men are scared of being vulnerable, too.

In any case, the excerpt is taken from Barnes' Love, Etc. which is a sequel to Talking It Over.

Here's an essay about the male gaze, (le regard) as coined by French psychoanalytical intellectual Jacques Lacan. Do females gaze with the same objectifying intent? This essay explores the issue. And when women gaze at men, how do they purportedly think? Lacan's student Julia Kristeva collects some thoughts.

Forget about who's looking. Notes on the gaze by Daniel Chandler here.

Here's a movie worth watching:

The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio

It stars Julianne Moore and Woody Harrelson.

Based on a true story, this is a narrative told by a fifties' housewife who wrote prize-winning jingles to support 10 kids and a short-tempered drunkard for a husband.

The original novel was written by Terry Ryan, one of the 10 kids.

Here are some tips on how to become the perfect wife. and here's a parody. Make of these links as you will.

My grandmother used to say, "Make use of all the advice you can get from your age and from the ages." Outdated or not, side by side Three Guineas, That Feminine Mystique and The Second Sex on my shelf are the following books:

1. The Art of the Table by Baroness Suzanne von Drachenfels

2. Etiquette by Emily Post, or any edition of her letters, dining, style and entertainment books

3. anything by Edith Wharton, and ESPECIALLY, The Age of Innocence.

Based on the *wisdom* of the above-listed books, including Woolf, Friedan and de Beauvoir, I've devised this list of "grandmotherly" advice:

Horses sweat, while ladies glisten. (Thank you, Andy.)

Work as hard as you must, but let your achievement look effortless. (Roughly by Baltasar Gracian)

"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." – Eleanor Roosevelt

"Curtsy while you're thinking of something to say. It saves time." – Lewis Carroll. My idea of a curtsy is a modest but firm handshake upon introductions. )

Babies cry, while ladies dab their eye. (Something Edith Wharton would have told me, I suppose.)

NO MORE TEARS – says every Johnson's Baby Shampoo bottle.

P.S. I have one more book missing; my grandmother gave it to me when I was ten, because she didn't want to talk to me about puberty or relationships. I suppose she didn't know how and wasn't about to consult "modern-day" guides; or perhaps she wanted me to find out for myself. Anyway, the book is called FRANKLY FEMININE, and it seems to be out of print. It's a hard-bound book that contains everything from dresses, stitches, table- and flatware to handling relationships. I lent it to a "boyish" friend of mine back in Grade 6, but she never gave it back to me. If you ever find an olive-green hardbound book with the same title at Book Sale or any second-hand book store, please buy it for me, and I'll pay you back. Thank you.

All right. What's happening here? Why have I suddenly branched from diarist and life-log writing and into women's health? First of all, I'm concerned about MY health. Second, I'm sure you must be concerned about yours, too. Third, perhaps your partner (male or female) may misunderstand you and your health problems.

My task now is to help lift that veil an inch by featuring links, articles, events and books about women's health. Or evolutionary psychology. Or women's studies. Or reproductive health.

Whatever the "lifers" say, grrls, we all have choices to make. May they be informed ones.