After Indian Food...

We finished dinner around 10. It was getting quiet around the nighbourhood as it was a weekday.

Dilly wanted to wait for Karen, who stays nearby, to return from work so she could collect her heart pace rate monitor watch from her. She will definitely be needing it to train as she signed up for a 40 kilometer run, which is taking place end of the year. Shudder!

So here we were, loitering around Siglap nearing 11pm, waiting, peering into shops that were still open, and saw an advertisement banner on improving enzymes in the blood in one of the shop windows. So strange, so we walked into WONNG’s (say “Won-Nig”) LIFESTYLE to find out more.

It’s a “one-stop sanctuary for foot reflexology, body massage, facials, and opens daily till 2 a.m”. Perfect for insomniacs – and it’s not a sleazy joint. It was a peaceful and quiet until we arrived.

A mini aquarium dominated the reception area, and it’s filled with gorgeous corals and exotic fish, all illuminated by unnatural neon blue light. Dilly spotted a mandarin fish and got pretty excited. Apparently, it hides all the time, except for when it’s dusk when it puts in special appearances. Living in a tank must have really screwed up its timing because we saw it in the open at 11pm.

Back to the enzymes in the blood stream. According to the spa receptionist, a sweet Sumatra girl, the condition of your blood equals the condition of your health. Wonng's enzyme therapist would, for 20 dollars, on the spot view a droplet of your blood under a bright field microscope.

After visually analysing the quality of enzymes in your blood, the therapist will tell you how to improve your immune system to fight viruses, bacteria and diseases, and most importantly…why you find it so tough to lose weight. It seems to be alot of information for 20 dollars.

We think our blood will have a lot of little wiggly worms from raw fish binges. Maybe the therapist would look at our blood, and go… I see you're breeding monsters in your blood, lots of alien larvae crowding out the enzymes... almost none left. You have low-quality blood, too bad. Lousy genes. Can’t be helped... meant to be fat and ridden with diseases…

I asked repeatedly if the enzyme therapist is a proper trained doctor, but the receptionist kept saying the therapist is “trained”, ok I guess not then. But I will still go the sucker route and pay 20 dollars because I’m so curious. Unfortunately the therapist was not in, so we had to return another day for the blood review. We made appointments to return the next afternoon for foot reflexology and head/shoulder massages. Off peak hours to enjoy off peak rates.

Karen got home. We drove off to her place to collect the monitor. She crept out of her house to say Hi as the baby was asleep.
He was sleeping very soundly on an extended baby soft floor mat that extended over the entire living room. He’s the boss of the family. The boss woke up. Maybe despite our efforts, we were still too noisy, or he sensed his mother’s presence. He smiled sweetly at us, near midnight, so surreal, what a Zen boy he is. We smiled, he smiled, we coo-ed, he smiled, he yawned. Then Dilly tickled him, and, according to Dilly, he sneered at her. We decided it was getting really late, so we left.