My life as a Malaysian doctor in the United States.
Wrong. Boy was I wrong. The 'wonders' of winter a Malaysian boy had to discover. Your boogers DO freeze when it's cold enough. And they get rock hard. You could probably shape and cut it and mount it on an engagement ring and she wouldn't be the wiser. Oh, and that shock your lungs experience when you step out on a cold day such as today and inhale your first breath of the winter special. Your lungs almost go into a coughing fit (not unlike how one feels stepping off the plane in Malaysia and take the first breath of the humid air, actually). Or how sitting on cold leather car seats feel like sitting on nails (thank goodness for seat warmers). Or how the air is so dry in the winter that you nosebleed, your skin itches, and there's so much static electricity that you shock everyone/everything you touch, and you see sparks when you comb your hair in a dark room. Speaking of static electricity, this reminds of Nawi, a buddy of mine from Malaysia who went to medical school with me in Canada. Being the typical kampung boy, he liked to walk around our student dorm in his sarong and shirt. Sometimes, he'd even gocommando. And then one day, he went to the laundry room to use the washer. As he unloaded his laundry, his body came into contact with the metallic washing machine. Unfortunately, because he was commando, the part of his body that came into contact was his most, err, anterior part. His wee-wee. And so he discharged from the tip of his manhood through the thin sarong cloth to the washing machine, and experienced a minor jolt to his nether regions. I found him doubled over, hand on his crotch, uttering unmentionables. I doubt he ever went commando in his sarong again. He's now a surgical registrar in east Malaysia- someday I'll tell the story to his kids.