Take it off baby.. take it ALL off!!

Girls! The newly awaited 'salon' Strip KL has opened and they've got some funky things to do! Make an appointment today. Am going today for the "upper persuasion". Promise to flash you guys *wink* Will update the blog when its done!!

*update* Well, where do I start? The look and feel of this place can be described as uber chic street style. One side is plush and another side is super grunge, it combines the clashing of cultures with plush manicure chairs, rooms lined with brick and chain linked fences, a smattering of colours on feature walls and the list just goes on. So tell me please, how could i not LUURRVVEE this place! *squeals*
Here are some oh-so-cute statements from their press kit..
"where in the end your excess fluff became a thing of the past"
"we heard on the street that Asian women's nether regions were likened to Fur Muffs"
the call their waxers STRIP-erellas
"Add fun to the mix and STRIP also introduced Diamonds in the Ruff - a bit of bling in your string"
"bling up your nether regions"

Basically if you couldn't tell by now, I love the place, very cosy, the ads are funky blah blah.. (here's where the info gets very explicit so if you're a boring prude now's the time to close this window) so here's the thing, I haven't been for a wax in ages, I usually do it myself.. But they were offering it to us media (yes i'm still thrilled i'm media ty) for a trial run. So being truly malaysian i said what the heck right?

Anyhoo.. After explaining the different types of waxes that were going to be used and why, I stripped down to my bare essentials, no scratch that, I stripped off my knickers, attempted a modicum of decency by covering up with a towel and lay down on the table with my legs clamped tightly together and looking everywhere but at the STRIP-erella gently prying my legs apart.

Step 1: Reduce client to an infant. Take a wet wipe and wipe clients private bits. *cringes in embarassment*
Step 2: Apply wax with disposable applicators (for hygiene sake that's really good) and STRIP!

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!! OWWWWWWWWWWW.... My body reared and I stifled the urge to howl like a dog. What the hell did I get myself into? Anyway, I couldn't exactly stop there could I so I stoically bore the pain, though I will admit I couldn't help squeaking and occasionally yelling in pain. Wah lau eh, can die wan you know.. If you boys wanna know how it feels, go get a boy-zillian (the male version of a brazillian) done, then come tell me I can't handle pain. So yeah, to cut an extremely long story short, I died from the pain, or wanted to anyway. But I must say it was worth it. I now have an arrow pointing upwards and i'm going to back next time round and get a little bling near my punani. (sorry was that too much info for you?) really should go try it!! let's make it a brazillian party? any takers? cowards..

*note: I wanted to post a pic of my erm... 'secret area' but it would be too rude.. i'll flash you instead though!
*editor's note: credit mention for the information goes to angie teoh creative director of toniQ creative management sdn bhd