Disclosure: My treatment was sponsored, but so are others i’ve been invited to and decided not to blog about.
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I’m incredibly wary of facials and the products i put on my skin… i have sensitive skin and recently went for a facial that make me break out so badly that i had to cancel meetings and had trouble eating and speaking cos the skin on the lower half of my face was sore and cracking. Horrible. And painful!
Went to Facial First @ Tropicana City Mall for my virgin visit and was recommended to do the HydraGlacial facial before i go into the StemYouth one so that my skin is absolutely hydrated as to maximise on the StemYouth treatment.
Other facials i’ve gone to have either been very fancy but not extracted everything thoroughly, or relaxing and decent but again – i don’t feel like all my dead skin cells have been removed or that my skin condition has improved drastically.
This is the first time in MANY YEARS that i’ve had a facial so satisfactory, i’m in awe and bliss about how much better my skin feels and looks. I’m quite a lazy person when it comes to facials btw, i prollie go for one every 6 months (if not a year) much to the horror of all facial spas when i fill in their questionnaire on my skincare regime. Because i go so rarely, the results after each treatment is obvious and i decide very easily on whether i’d return.
The facade of the outlet is average upon first glance, but once i stepped inside and chilled out in the sitting area with mirrored tables and hot tea in fancy glass cups, i eased into the atmosphere. What grabbed me most are the people there… or more specifically, my therapist Yuki.
Yuki, Bee Kong & i.
We stepped into a little room for her to do a skin analysis and she asked me how often i put on a facial mask at home.
I stared at the ceiling with a sheepish expression and she knew off the bat that i was terrible at it and scolded me rather comically, “Don’t be lazyyyy!” I couldn’t help bursting into laughter and liked her immediately.
She told me how i must keep my skin well hydrated to avoid pigmentation. I didn’t know this, now i’m getting paranoid about if i’m keeping my skin sufficiently hydrated!
According to the test, I have dehydrated and sensitive skin, and should wash my face with cold water when in the shower (which concerned me cos i love taking hot showers and therefore, washing my face with hot water!). They’re totally against having beauticians wash one’s face with hot water or use steamers cos “how are they going to close your pores after they’ve opened them?” Lesson: Keep pores closed!
Yuki’s skin was perfection (flawless and dewy), and i felt that if i was gonna trust someone’s opinion with my skin, they’d better have the wares to prove it!
I was advised to have the HydraGlacial™ Moisture Quench Facial Treatment (a Swiss Glacial Water-formulated facial treatment with hydro-rich actives that immerse the skin in deep hydration) a couple of times to adequately hydrate my skin, before graduating to the StemYouth treatment to reduce fine lines and wrinkles + lift and firm the skin. Only once my skin is properly hydrated can the necessary nutrients be carried via moisture to treat lifting / pigmentation issues.
Across all that, they’d also carry out the Eyenergy ATP Defense System (ATP) eye treatment as to take care of the skin surrounding my eyes with the promise that once the crow’s feet and dark circles have lightened, I would see a significant difference in my complexion and skin tone. I know I have little smile wrinkles at my eyes in pictures now, but kinda just gave it up to ageing instead of urm really tackling it. The vain pot in me battles with the hippie who doesn’t abhor the onsets of being human and growing older.
Cammy & Kenny invited us to go to Club Med with them a few weeks ago as a last minute trip, and because i didn’t manage to take off during Christmas or NY due to work, figured it was an opportune time to run off for a much-needed break (I’ve forgotten how to function without emails for more than half a day).
The whole deal about going to Club Med is the cashless system they have for food and alcohol (like on a cruise ship), and a whole list of activities one can partake in like sailing, flying trapeze, nature walks, archery, yoga, rock-climbing, etc.
I’m pretty sure a large number of people go there purely because they can drop their kids off at the Club where they’d be immersed in all sorts of play for almost a full day. At least, i’m pretty sure that’s why my friends have been there thrice already. XD
I’d never before observed such uncontained glee as parents dropped their children off (from as young as 4 months old up till their teens). The Club has separate activities planned for diff age groups including nap time for the younger ones after lunch! I know this cos i studied the schedule Serena had in her handbag out of curiosity on what the children did all day.
To get there, Jun & i hitched a ride in their Vellfire since there was space for us in the 3.5-hour drive to Cherating from KL. Matt (in a separate car) and him plotted the night before on how they’d attempt to fish there (both being the fishing freaks they are) and Jun tried to pack three fishing rods in with us. I rolled my eyes and said i think two was enough since Matt was bringing 3 rods too.
I do not envy parents who have to pack for children as well as themselves. There seemed to be a whole lot of STUFF and humans to arrange.
Hard to coordinate self for photo when you have to handle two children, and an annoying fairy who takes opportunity in getting stupid shots. It wasn’t hard… i just had to snap every hour and got heaps of WONDERFUL PICTURES
Even before we checked into our rooms, i watched them change 2 out of 3 kids once each.
Nope, my boobie has no milk for ya, Maddie.
We checked in around 5pm after having some noodles in the resort
Jun has been on a cooking spree cos he took some time off from his corporate kitchen for Christmas & NYE, and prepared a dinner for his closest group of friends for Mr. B’s birthday, which we’d previously postponed so it had to be that week else it wouldn’t have been his birthday month anymore!
Alan watching Jun, while Siew examines my card collection that reflects the inner workings of my mind (and what a freak i am).
Scorching the bachi. Every time he brings my blowtorch out (thanks Chelle!) my heart flutters in excitement and i know it’s gonna be a good one. 😆
Plating the first course
Salmon mi cuit, bachi (tuna) belly tataki, and crispy salmon skin interspersed with onion + wasabi souvise, tomyam hollandaise, avocado puree, bacon and pickles.
My favourite components on that plate were the scorched bachi and crispy salmon skin, whose subtle gentle nuances were nicely rounded off with the savoury saltiness of the bacon and creamy cushioning of the sauces, with a pick-me-up from the pickles.
I had such a magical day last Wednesday! It was decided that Deep and i would take a day trip to KKB and i almost canceled on him cos the pressure of these ongoing campaigns were on my mind, but so glad i decided that nobody would DIE if i took a day off, the only one i’ve taken over Christmas!
We stopped by some shop lots near Batu Caves along the way cos Deep wanted to get booze, whereas i beelined for a Chinese restaurant a few doors away where i tapaued some legit yong tau foo with black sauce reminiscent of the ones in Penang. Back at the booze shop, I didn’t feel like drinking that day so i opted for two Strongbows out of pressure from Deep. I only drank one 😀 Deep prollie thinks i’m lame.
Along the way, we stopped by a big pond which immediately made me think how Jun would want to fish at. Deep and i got out and stood by the waters for a little while, just staring out at the wide ripples fluttering through dozens of lily pads. Drops of lake water slid and glistened on the round leaves without absolutely sliding off, and there were so many leaves bobbing merrily on the surface that i gazed out wishing i was a tiny fairy so i could jump from one leaf to the next, having an adventure on the lake.
At KKB town, we tapaued some wild boar curry, and chicken + char siew rice wrapped in brown oil paper (the best kind of chicken rice!) before heading to Antares’ home near the river. It happened to be his next door neighbour and good friend Mary’s birthday, who turned 65! They had some friends over for lunch so we happened to crash a most interesting group where i was the youngest (i miss being the youngest in the group!). There was a feast laid out with generous portions of fish curry, mutton curry, salted duck from Petaling Street, beehoon, fried rice, the works. Everything was delicious. The taste of that salted duck still lingers in my mind, i need to go hunt it down.
It’s been almost 5 years since i’ve visited Antares and when we hugged for a long time, he exclaimed “I can feel your soul!”