I think I sprained my jaw. It's not funny cos it hurts everytime I move my mouth. Probably the effect of talking too much, or dissing and teasing people too much. Either that or my jaw is finally feeling the effects of lugging around a set of gigantic lips my whole life.

Had quite a good weekend, capping with Yik Khan's invitation for his farewell at Halia Restaurant at the Sime Darby Convention Centre. The food was alright, not entirely fantastic but enjoyable. Probably the company made it more enjoyable. It was a neat experience having waiters walk around serving you food on skewers, with their servings getting biggerer and biggerer every time. I was just waiting for them to bring out a friggin rack of lamb on skewers. Never happened.

Like I said, it as enjoyable, but not that fantastic. However, I don't think it was the right weekend for the dinner cos I hurt my jaw again cos it almost fell when i saw the price. No, not that it was expensive. It was just RM20.00++ per!! I think it's surprisingly cheap for an all-you-can-stuff-your-face bbq buffet!!

And yeah, thanks Yik Khan for the invite! I'll probably think twice before I call you ugly again! All the best in Aussie and here's hoping that you'll meet a blind Aussie girl so you'll get laid over there (Ouch, my jaw!).

Also received a "for fucks" call from Christina all the way from Scarborough, North Yorkshire. It's great receiving a "for fucks" call, where a person calls you for no particular reason (what more when it's all the way from UK!!). Thanks for thinking about me and I love you and miss you loads!

Finally finished downloading Russell Peter's Outsourced during the weekend as well. Watchin it made me realised that you can only do this shit in America and Europe. I dunno. Imagine an Indian macha went up on stage in Malaysia and start churning out racist jokes, "So, I see some Malay people coming to my show today in Beamers and Mercs. Y'all must be drivers. Does your Chinese bosses know that you taking their car to a comedy show?". Especially Indians in Malaysia. I don't think they're allowed to be racist.

Suzanne asked me to update my blog.

 

I oblige because I'm so bored I'm eating bloody Ipoh biscuits (tau sar peah) while watching stupid videos on Youtube.

 

So, I've accomplished two things tonight:

 

1. Updated my blog.

2. Kept Suzanne happy by updating my blog.

 

 

There you go.

I think this is the funniest headline I've seen in a long time.

 

I just started picturing a bunch of Sungai-Wang type girls going all excited over Beckham's new career choice, jumping up and down while doing that lil "peace" sign.

Every month I tell myself "I'm gonna save up this month. THIS is the month I'm not gonna overspend".

 

And every month I end up having to fork out cash - willingly and unwillingly, consciously and unconsciously. Be it car repairs, birthdays, alcohol, clothes....

 

I took the biggest hit last month. Friggin birthday, friggin Christmas (and it's friggin presents!), and bloody New Year's Eve. So I told myself "Come 2007, it's gon be different. From January onwards, I'm gonna start saving up".

 

Fine start it was when I had to fork out another RM350 for car repairs.

 

Again, hopefully I'll be able to start saving NEXT month. Maybe even make a lil more during the Gong Xi Gong Xi festivities.

 

 

Bah.

Checkin in on the status of my New Year Resolutions:

 

 

Grade: D-

 

Status: FAILED

 

Comment: Hey, it's not easy when you have loads of alcohol around. I just gotta stop the habit of taking a stick out everytime I have a sip. Plus, it was the New Year's Eve celebrations! Its hard not to when everyone else is. A major improvement is required but its far from a lost cause. Just need to put some extra work into it (or extra motivation).

 

 

 

Grade: Z-

 

Status: FAILED like a fuckin donkey. Son of a bitch. Fuckin Mawi lookalike.

 

Comment: Failed before I even tried. My swearing and cussing has probably also worsen ever since 2007 kicked in. Its like a 'fuck you la' or a 'muthafucka' in every sentence. Why did I come up with this stupid, cibai, bitch, puki-nai (I even learned a new cuss!) of a resolution anyway? Why did I resolve to do something I know is utterly impossible? It's like asking Mother Theresa to stop being a good mother. It's like asking Donald Trump to start getting poor. Its like asking Yik Khan to stop being ugly. Its like asking Adrian to grow taller and, well, stop cussing as well. It's IMPOSSIBLE. It's in-borned. Its not like a growth that I can surgically remove, unless you wanna fuckin remove my brain and my soul. Its hopeless. Lets move on to a new resolution. Fuck.

 

 

Overall, there's A FUCKIN LOT of room for improvement, but I still see some hope. No matter how sucky it may seem already, I think I can still make BOTH resolutions a reality come New Years Eve 2008.