One funny evening...

People talk about their mishaps all the time and it came to me as a wonder, while it might be sad or perhaps annoying to the victim, others find it quite amusing. Actually, the story is much more fascinating if it happens to a person that is close to you. I believe there is a study about this very human condition called 'schadenfreude' or translated from the german words, suffering and joy. Unmistakenly, there is a part in our brain that makes us feel good looking at other peoples suffering. No wonder entertainment gossips and scandals fly through the roof.

Anyway, this entry is not about the scientific research of the human condition *yawn*, but I would just love to share an event that happened to me during my time in Shah Alam. For those who don't know me, I did my preparation course before flying here to Germany in UiTM Shah Alam. Anyway, back to the story. It was like a tradition for my housemates and myself to go out for dinner every evening after Maghrib, that we were even refered to as a family by our closest friends. There was Fathul, Emir, Fayshol, Shahril and Zaim (anak-anak) and myself as the father. By the way, if you are reading this Wadi or Danial, please janganlah GAY sangat. =P

It became clear during our third semester in Intec (or was it the fourth) that most of my housemates were also close to my cousin and her friends, who were also doing their preparation course before flying of to continue their studies to become doctors. ( One of them was dating my cousin's friend actually). Once in a while, we would all go out for dinner together and if anyone is still keeping track of it, I was actually attracted to one of my cousin's friend. Anyhow the dreadful story starts here....

It was one night when all of us planned to go out for dinner when out of the blue, we decided to get a little treat for ourselves. Got myself prepared for the evening trying to be on top of my game. Filled with confidence, I believe my looks made a great impression that night. (have to look good and handsome cause she's there right? hehe)We went to this Thai restaurant which is nearby and to get to this restaurant, we had to cross the main road and climb this steps of stairs to the entrance. Down below was this little food court, with a small stage for karaoke. We got to the restaurant as planned and apart from the out of tune and the manglish like pronunciation of the karaoke singers, the evening was wonderful. Made conversations with the... (you know) and joked around. We had tomyam, ikan bakar not forgetting the kangkong belacan (Okay Mooney, stop your drooling and continue with the story.) and of course a great time commenting on the voices of the singers down below.

As we were leaving the restaurant that evening, I decided to be a gentlemen and let the ladies down the stairs first. Some of my friends were already waiting at the bottom of the stairs leaving me and Fathul to be the last two to slowly walk down. As I was about to reach the bottom stop, I miscalculated and fell forward, face down (mcm orang tua2 kata, nangka busuk jatuh). Oh my God, what just happened? The embarrasment was hard to handle. I got back up to my feet, and my friends looking concernced, asked if I was hurt. I glimpsed at her and my heart skipped for a moment. Did she see me? Did she see what happened? Still concerned, my friends asked if I was okay? I told them I was but my pride on the other hand was critically injured. How was it that, I, from a Hero became a Zero?

The walk home was torture cause while I was trying to mend my 'ICU'ed pride, all I could here was the teasing of my housemates over what had just happened. Looking back at all of it, I guess it was sort of funny and yeah maybe it deserved a laugh or two. Actually it still does. For the question of my pride, it came out okay (maybe a little humbled).

A lesson to be learned here, be sure too look where you step and friends are always there to kick you when you're down. =P

p.s. Heroes fall at first...