Martial Arts Material

This week is an aching week, all because of that 18-hour sleep! Argh, I better stop taking those. Ache so badly that I decided to go along with my friend's recommended massage at People's Park. Took what seemed like a million years looking for the shop that his friend recommended, and got hogged by those bust popping ladies trying to lure us into their shops. I bet guys get raped in there. But anyway, could not find the exact shop and ended up at a traditional one that practices acupressure massage.

My friend went into his own room and I went into mine. We could hear what happened in each other's room. My friend was happily chatting with his masseur (lady that he cannot reject), while my masseur was determined to prove his knowledge of every acupoint and maybe his internal strength. I could hear and feel him breathing on my body as he press on the acupoints with EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF STRENGTH in him. Right, I could barely move, not to mention talk. Deep down I thought, if he can't soothe the ache, he was probably just trying to break my entire body, joints and all.

He finished by cracking both my full arms, THEN a conversation started.

Masseur:

Hmmm, do you practise boxing?

Prawnkid:

No.

Masseur:

Taekwondo? Karate?

Prawnkid:

No.

Masseur:

Martial arts from young perhaps?

Prawnkid:

NO. (I think he's been brainwashed learning acupoints really.)

Masseur:

Oh well, it's a pity. Your body is flexible (he twists my arms full 180 degrees for both) and would be very suitable to do it well. Too bad.

Prawnkid:

...

*thinking of smashing his head with a single stroke of Xiang Long Shi Ba Zhang*

I told my friend about it and he was laughing his head off at my encounter. I figured if I really knew martial arts, I would have used Quan Kun Da Nuo Yi and get out of there.

My friend had the cheek to ask if I wanna go back there again???!!!