The Weekend of Champions and Not So Champions.

So, yeah, the weekend was absolutely awesome. First was the 'potong jambul' of a cousins newborn son. Um, well, this by itself isnt exactly what I would personally call a kickass event per se, but the food, ah, the food... goat!!! Sweet, succulent, juicy goat!!! Mary had a little goat... but I ate the little bastard! Him and his little brother too. Heh heh. Well done, Zul. You've managed to raise my blood cholesterol level to its default unhealthy state. Well done.

To quote a local Malay saying, "You wouldnt even see your mother in-law walking behind you," due to the awesomeness of the lamb, hell, not only would I NOT notice the bitc-.. the person.. I prolly wont even see Shannon Elizabeth walking behind me! Naked! With no clothes on! (I lie.)

Second thing that was done on The Weekend That Kicked-Ass was the organized Gokart event that we had amongst cousins. It was only 20 minutes but it kicked ass so hard, it left marks that read 'Awesome!' on the cheeks of the preverbial ass that was, uh, kicked.

Eheh. Anyway, it was an event amongst cousins and in a way, its a good thing as well. What am I saying, it WAS a good thing. Old bonds are renewed and, for me personally, I got to get to know the names of the cousins that I didnt even know in the first place! I didnt even know they had names to begin with! Amazing! Well, shows what I know, eh? eh? They prolly didnt know my name too until the potong jambul thingy so I guess we're even. The cads. How can like that dont know my name, meh?

The go kart thingy was 20 minutes all in all. the first 10 minutes was the warm up, followed by a short break and later, the actual race. Ten minutes worth. I started off fine as I was the leader of the pack. I was neck to neck with Abg Faisal, with us taking over each other for the lead until, at a hairpin curve, I did a potentially dangerous manouvre that resulted in me spinning about 90 degrees to the right and stalling my kart. Which sucked monkey balls!!! Padan muke aku. Sapa suruh main keji.

Anyway, one by one the other racers passed me by, mockingly mocking me with their, mocking faces. Damn mockers! Fatin, being the mocker that he is, beeped his car 'horn' mockingly in my direction. There are no horns on go karts, you.. you.. you mocker, you!!! Bugger!

After a bit of a coaxing on the damn gas pedals, slowly, my go kart came to life (it didnt really die, it just took a while for it to actually move) and I eventually picked up speed... and managed to overtake 6 of the racers. W00t!!! Marilah menjamah asap ku. Eh, meh la tambah lagi, Hashim. Segan segan pulak.

In the end, nobody really knew who won, and you know what? I'm pretty sure no one cared. All in all, we had fun.

Except for my my sister, K Su who had to send (my) keys to my other sister K Oyeen in Ampang who'd accidentally locked herself out of her house. And to add to that story, K Su locked HERSELF out of HER CAR because the car had an autolock which locked itself after a minute or two, and that she had left the keys in the car. Which resulted in K Oyeens car not being able to go out because her car was blocked by K Su's car (the irony), which resulted in the both of them having to actually take a cab to go and fetch the twins from the club where they had they swimming lessons. Heh heh. In the end, they had to wait for us, (me, Abg Man and Hash) to come over and bring the spare key. Which we did.

The End.