{"id":634,"date":"2006-05-19T07:59:04","date_gmt":"2006-05-19T07:59:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/glaringnotebook.com\/?p=634"},"modified":"2014-03-05T18:53:22","modified_gmt":"2014-03-05T18:53:22","slug":"sucker-for-massage","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/glaringnotebook.com\/?p=634","title":{"rendered":"Sucker For Massage"},"content":{"rendered":"

So I was bored, after getting a 1 Gigabyte Dual-Voltage Reduced-Size Multi-Media Card for my Nokia N70<\/a>, and so I went to get the foot massage I intended to get sometime back<\/a>. Yeah, no more freeloading off OSIM chairs; I wanted to try the real thing!<\/p>\n

I walked down the famous Bukit Bintang Road<\/i>, with all the foot massage parlors. Old ladies with laminated sheets called out. “Want foot massage? RM20 half hour.<\/i>” they said. Some also said, “Young lady massage. Very nice wan.<\/i>” I didn’t want any of that. The pictures also showed vacuum tubes and candles. No thanks.<\/p>\n

I walked around, and none of the shops looked less seedy than the last.<\/p>\n

And so, at the end of the block, I went to the other side, facing BB Plaza. Same rates, same look.<\/p>\n

Up the curve, near The Chicken Rice Shop, however, was a Malay foot massage stall! It was open air, so no seedy business. I didn’t see any candles or needles or vacuum tubes, so I sat down on one of those vinyl-strung beach chairs.<\/p>\n

A friendly-looking, slightly built looking Malay man attended to me. “Pertama kali?<\/i>” (First time?) I said yes.<\/p>\n

He convinced me to take the one-hour package because apparently, the half-hour one was only on the foot and didn’t get rid of the wind<\/i> in my legs. Okay, whatever that meant.<\/p>\n

He unrolled my trousers up to my knees, poured lotion all over, and started his work. I only cringed when he kneaded the bones with his knuckles.<\/p>\n

Halfway through, he brought out a few bamboo-made cups (the size of a coffee mug) with Chinese insignia on them. Eh? He took out a fire torch, dipped it in a bottle of kerosene and lit it with a lighter!<\/p>\n

Holding the cup upside down, he put the flaming torch inside the cup (presumably to create a vacuum) and swiftly cupped the cup on my knees, calves and base of my foot. He placed about 10! The torch was a bit too close, so I said, “errr jangan bakar bulu ya…<\/i>” (don’t burn my leg hair okay?)<\/p>\n

Apparently the longer the cups stay, the more wind<\/i> I have in my feet. Some dropped off sooner than others, presumably it had finished draining<\/i> the wind? I don’t know.<\/p>\n

He timed it just nicely to finish by one hour. He eventually popped off the leftover cups, and the ‘windy<\/i>‘ spots were red and sore. Massaging them stung a bit.<\/p>\n

When I thought it was over, he then reclined my chair all the way. “Releks sikit<\/i>“, he said.<\/p>\n

He then put his legs around mine, as if to ride me like a horse! I instinctively covered my groin.<\/p>\n

(And this is where one of my MSN nicknames came in…)<\/p>\n

And then he got on top of me and said, “control pisang<\/i>“.<\/p>\n

He then massaged my thighs. I controlled my pisang<\/i> alright. He then inclined my chair and finished with a short back massage. He also told me not to bathe for that night to keep the warm effect of the massage.<\/p>\n

Me, being polite Albert, did not take any pictures of the process, or how cool the cups looked sticking onto my feet. However, I took one after, at home.<\/p>\n

I shall hereby give you ample warning for a horrible picture involving my legs and sore bumps.<\/p>\n


\n(See I even shrunk the picture to reduce the traumatizing effect on you readers.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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