I’m in Penang today, working as usual onboard a gambling ship (oh don’t give me the raised one eye-brow look). I said I was working not gambling..sheesh. Anyway, finished my job, take a shower in the cabin they provided for me and while me was lazying around waiting for a chance to get off from the vessel only after I agreed to have dinner with the lot of them (anything for the client as they are the ones who pay for my expenses later on).
Back to my story, I was haphazardly loitering inside the cabin and then there is this knock on the door. My door. Wow. Dinner time already and I’m just half-way thru my bag of Twisties. There stand this Thai woman (can’t use lady coz she just barge in my room and locked the door) what the hell?
Scratching my not so itchy scalp/head (I have less hair currently), “Massage time” she said. What massage? Did I order any? When? How? Why? Why? Why? Being polite here, so I move my stuff from the bed and help woman who is toying with the lights in my room. Is she doing maintenance or massage, now I’m confused? Was helping here and why the hell did I help? Had no idea and not gonna think about it either. Fix the light and I was on the edge of the bed facing my laptop, I was trying to work…well actually was watching this new anime I bought ehehehe and the women just spoils my fun time out.
Then she starts pressing my back with her fingers and her back on my back. How many back does it take to make people see my back? LOL. Not funny, I know. I was having this hectic cry for help in my head telling me, what the F**K shud I do? Can’t just slide down the bed coz there is no more space for me to run. Damn those people on the Bridge!
So I let her do her “Thai massage” (not enjoying it either) for about 15 minutes or so…but damn felt like an eternity before she said “Must start massage” (use a soft spoken Thai dialect while saying that)… thank God for no goose bumps…yet.
Ok, so the only thing that I can make her stop her move is to pay her and she might leave me alone...yeah, that might work. So I paid her for her “service” (which is the easiest money she ever made in her life at that moment).I need her to stop rubbing her front on my back…it hard to work with bumps ahead (get it? Bump ahead? No...Ah forget it!)
I am not going to let that kinda things put my day off…its creepy, the only part I let the opposite sex touch is my feet (reflexology) and my hair (hair cut) and nothing below the torso and above the knee. So to shake the frightening images off is for me to run, run like the wind but I can’t do that since I’m onboard the ship. What’s left? Eat I guess (there goes my diet)
So, see ya next time when the shivers gone…I’ll be back.
