Tuesday, April 19, 2005

magical enchanted chair

being over-ambitious, i am already proposing to paint the counselling room.

i was thinking of murals colourfully painted with images of children in school uniforms in various ways of committing suicide. Eg. death by hanging, jumping off a high storey of a flat, over-dosing on panadols, etc.

two days after taking a neighbourhood bike-trip, i am feeling the ill-effects of old age and a lifestyle which lacked exercise. my calves are killing me. climbing stairs are pure torture. i was contemplating playing a game or two with the netball girls later. that idea will be shelved until i feel better. probably in a year or two.

but let me tell you abt that new 'I-Desire' Osim massage chair, purchased by the staff welfare comm and placed in the staff lounge. it is a magical, enchanted chair.. right out of Enid Blyton's books. sure feels like REAL fingers/hands prodding, kneading, rolling, slapping you. and the chair can also jiggle every part of your body!!

but the queue for it is very long. normally after lessons, the 'geriatic' teachers would be hogging it. i have only used it twice and it was only after 7pm!! but 20 minutes in that chair is all you need. takes your world-weary-stressed-filled-burdens-on-your-shoulders away.

the husband played a game of turning-the-tables yet again. (it started of with him making a mistake. me pointing it out. and he turning the whole thing around and now it seems that I was the one who is at fault to begin with.) *sputters in disbelief*

i fail miserably when it comes to this. i still cannot grasp the concept on how the game is being played and how you can effortlessly turn the tables with a flick of a finger and make it seem that someone else is at fault. (its almost similar to the find-the-scapegoat-game) but this one involves root-cause analysis and pointing the finger to the source of the chain reaction and thus, avoiding the current problem and escaping the 'punishment'.

was there an announcement on how to play the game and it happened that i wasnt paying attention?

ah, stress, stress. need more hours on that magical chair.

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