well, ummm so far la..
so, any embarrassing incidents happened in your life so far? me, yes, three major humiliating incidents! each respective episodes happened in 3 different phases of my life.
i was 8 or 9, travelling with my mum, heading towards the little town of ranau in my uncle's old rumbling datsun pick-up. and boy.. my uncle drove like he was competing in the rally! when i think back, at the rate he was going, the speed-o-meter was probably be between 80/90km per hour! imagine burning rubber on a gravel road. you're bound to get your butt bouncing mid-air in your hardwood-like seat (well, i think the seat was made in wood, padded with a disgustingly thin sponge and covered in black plastic vinyl!) and the humiliating moment happened when the pick-up went through a pothole and next thing i knew, i flew off from my seat and landed directly against a pak cik (who was doing a betel nut-chewing marathon, sitting on the opposite side of my seat). i tried to break my fall with my right hand and it landed squarely against his crotch!! everyone inside the pick-up was laughing and hooting madly. the pak cik yelped, i think he probably be feeling his painful nut and he was gaping with a mouthful of betel nut! i was big enough to know the true meaning of humiliation and throughout the remaining journey, i didn't dare to lift my head up. i believe i shed tears of humiliation that day too!
i was 15. i was inside this bookstore in Centerpoint KK (the name of the shop is Eaton's) buying stationeries. the cashier tallied my purchase, and it was RM25. I fished out my wallet and it was empty. i dug out my pocket and out came this 50 sen coin (loose change from my bus fare earlier). as it turned out, my mum had given me a hundred and i forgot to put the note inside my wallet! i left it laying on top of the dressing table in the room that my sister and i shared! i was damn malu because other people were queuing up behind and i was standing there with an empty wallet. in the end, i told the cashier that i left my money at home, i needed to go home and would come back later to pay the 'ransom' for my purchases. thank god, she agreed. otherwise, i had no idea on how to salvage my shredded dignity! and the 50 sen coin? coincidently, the bus fare to my house was 50 sen! and i did come back to the bookstore, paid up and made a quick exit. i was saved by a 50 sen coin, literally!
it was around october, last year! i banged myself against a glass door. my office gallery door to be exact and it happened while the gallery was in use for a lunch function, organised by one of the departments in my faculty. the resounding thud, followed by a loud "aduuiii, SHIT" was enough to stop all conversations, all gazes were diverted in my direction, glasses, forks and spoons raised in mid air, acara menyenduk lauk-pauk juga tergendala. the impact was enough to make the glass door shook/rattled and i was kind of melekat macam cicak kubin against the door. the outcome? humiliation as big as sarawak, not to mention a super huge blue black lump in my forehead! imagine hearing the word 'SHIT' while you're lunching! how did i manage to tabrak the door in the first place? well, usually the door is left wide open but on that particular day, it was partially closed. i was talking and looking at my friend (he was standing a few meters away behind me) while making a beeline towards the door and next thing i knew, crash!boom!bang!
so there you are, the three phases of humiliating episodes in my life. i hope there won't be a fourth! fingers crossed...
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