Helping Hand

Swiped from ewankojohn

Football. Bah! Everytime there is a game at Bukit Jalil Stadium, things go haywire. Arsenal was there last Wednesday and I got a very 'pleasant' surprise when I got down at Bukit Jalil Station to collect my car from the parking lot. It was surrounded by loads of motorcycles! F*ck! Dragged a few motorcycles out of the way, but some were extremely hard to move (learned that Kris is heavier than other brands!). Decided to enlist the help of a stranger. Thank goodness he was strong and knew how to move the locked motorcycles. We moved more than ten and had to slowly adjust the rows of motorcycles for me to able to manoeuver out. Still, it was too tight and I scratched the car a bit. Crap! And that ordeal really took a toll on my spindly arms. Ouch. Ouch. Ache. Ache.

The next day, while I was walking to KL Sentral, a trio of Thai girls stopped me to ask for directions. They wanted to get to My Hotel @ Brickfields. Those gung-ho girls only knew the name of the hotel. No address. No map. They just believed the website... "very close to KL Sentral". Brave. Very brave. The hotel was at Jalan Tun Sambanthan, so I led them downstairs to the Sky Bus departure point. The bloody elevator was shot, and one of the girls had this XL luggage that I swear contained the mutilated remains of the fourth missing Thai girl. Heavy!!! No choice but to help her lug it down the narrow stairs. Their spokesperson spoke Cantonese and was very happy to make conversation. Even offered to buy me dinner, but I declined. If only they were three cute Thai guys. Oh well. Conclusion is, my spindly arms had taken another critical blow. It was so sore that I couldn't reach the more challenging parts of my body in the shower! Anyone wanna help?

Ouch. Ouch. Ache. Ache.

P.S.: It's Chelsea tonight. Don't say I did not warn you.