Kuala Lampur, Feb. 4 -- Shouting "M*****f*****" as I rolled gracelessly out of a car was not how I wanted to make an entrance.

Especially at a wake.

My oldest friend's father died and so I decided to go to the wake, which was held in a place that was on an incline, and when I got out of the Grab car I was somewhat disoriented.

Thus I tumbled out the door, revealing to everyone present just how big a potty mouth I have.

I lay there on my side in pain and mortification but was helped up by very nice people.

Why was this so familiar? Oh yes I also had a bad fall last year, also had a bunch of very nice people coming to my aid, but I sadly have not yet learned to roll like a stunt person instead of a toddler having a tantrum.

Still, I d...