Laughter Is the Best Medicine

You guys have to check out Kenny Sia's last 2 posts. Haven't had such a good laugh in a long time! The latest one is about the Kuching shuffling sensation and the one before is about his visit to a local hair salon. I guarantee you'll laugh your guts out.

Laughter is good isn't it? A good laugh can do wonders for your morale, it can turn a blue day into a good one in an instant. It's like an instant shot of happiness, which for me usually comes in the form of Ramly burgers. Some people have told me that my blog is funny, which is good. My jokes tend to fail most of the time due to my intellectually higher state of mind, which in turn results in people thinking I'm a doofus. And when they call me a doofus, I usually answer "Hey, you try and DO FIRST, see if you can make people laugh or not!!". If you got that, consider yourself on an intellectually higher plane than the rest of them mere mortals. If you didn't, you should be calling me a doofus right around now.

After you check out Kenny Sia's posts and laugh your ass off, I'm gonna try to crack you up as well. I'd like to relate a story to you guys that happened to me many years ago. Because of this incident I am traumatized to this day. It happened late evening when I was in form 2. After returning home one Friday after school at about 7 pm, me and a friend decided to hit the field for a bit of football, just the 2 of us. It was kinda deserted as it was late and most people were already indoors. Not us 2, we were heroes.

So there we were. He was taking penalty kicks and I was the goalie.

Me: C'mon man! I'm not scared of you! Put one past me!
Friend: Muahahahaha! Not scared? Just watch this...
Me: Show me what you got!

Then as if God himself was listening to me, right on cue...

Friend: COWS!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was the point when 3 cows, seemingly high on grass (heheheh, what a good pun), came out of nowhere and just charged into the field straight at us. Fortunately for my friend, he was close by the slides and climbed straight up. I, on the other hand, was out in no man's land - barefooted as well, as that's how we used to play football - "kampung" style.

So there I was, face to face with 3 raging cows. It was about this time when the "fight or flight" instinct kicked in.

Ok, ok, there was no "fight" at all. I just took off like a madman on steroids. I swear I have never run that fast in my life!!! I unofficially hold the "taman" record until this day. I hit the stony, pointy, rocky old tar road with no footwear whatsoever. When adrenaline kicks in, there's no pain. There's no sound. Everything seems clear and focused... *THUNDERING HOOVES BEHIND - MUST RUN IN OPPOSITE DIRECTION!!!*

Now I know how those guys in Pamplona must feel.


Being chased by bovines. Good exercise. (Source: Google images)

Thanks to the adrenaline pouring out my every orifice, I managed to outrun the cows around the block. About 1 minute later I was back at the field, minus the abovementioned mad cows. That's when I started feeling the pain in my feet. The excruciating, mind numbing, all confusing pain. I could not walk like a straight guy for the next 3 days.

You know what, I have this sinking feeling that mad cow disease might not have originated from Europe after all.

So, until this day, I have a morbid fear of cows. The sight of one triggers severe emotional distress and I start breaking out into a cold sweat, my knees get weak and I suddenly have the linguistic ability of a sloth. Come to think of it that's how I reach whenever I'm face to face with a hot chick.


Do not be fooled. They are watching... (Source: Google images)