Happy 'V' day

Well, Valentine Day has arrived and I would like to take the opportunity to wish everyone a Happy Valentine Day. For this day, I somewhat manage to acquire a stalker of some sort. The idea of cutting him into little pieces and feeding him to the dog is rather appealing. Not only is he annoying, he does not seem to understand the meaning of “SOD OFF!” Now Mike* is an individual with the brain size of a pea. How I got to know him, God knows. Somehow, he just popped as a big fat zit into my life.

Without failure I would constantly receive various stupid messages from him. At first I decided to be nice and gentle, as my name implies (Yes, Damaris means gentle in greek. STOP LAUGHING!). However, my patience soon wan and I proceeded to give him the honest brutal truth. I told him to stop sending me sms-es. He stopped all right.


For two freaking days.

Then proceeded to send some more. *Bangs head against the wall*

As I was saying, his brain size is that of a pea. Make that smaller. Now I don’t mean to be a bitch but really I can’t stand it.

He even had the gall to ask me whether I was mad at him. I told him no but I didn’t know him well for him to constantly send me this mushy sms-es that makes me cringe with horror. Plus, I told him I did not know him well. His response? BUT WE’RE FRIENDS.

Well, the dude however does not understand what a friend is.

Valentine approaches and of all the sms-es I received his got to top it all. I will not go into the details of the sms but suffice to say, it is not a ‘BUT WE’RE FRIENDS’ sms.

So what is the lesson that we can learn here?

If a girl says bugger off, don’t persist. You would make yourself look like a desperate idiot.

Damn, why do I always get weirdos attention? I demand a refund!

* Names has been change to protect the identity of the individual.

Part 3: Chinese New Year and Red Packets

Now, my father’s side is a rather cincai (not particular) bunch. You want to wear black for the New Year? Sure. You want to sweep the floor and throw the luck out? Sure. And boy, do I love that.

For an Indian, my mum is the particular one always saying that we must wear bright colors for the New Year proceeding to wear this Mak Datin bright red shirt with sequins that she bought just for the occasion. There is something very weird about this as even my dad could not care less, coming from the cincai stock.

The idea of wearing shorts during this hot weather so appealed to me but one look from my mum made me change my mind. Thus we went there in bright color but NOT red. However, what greeted me made me go O.o. My aunts were in red. My cousins were in red. Even my grandma for goodness sake was in red. And here I was in yellow, which so did not fit the occasion. Suddenly, I felt small inside.

Throughout the day, we heard various renderation of Chinese New Year songs. There was the slow beat numbers and those horrible trance techno Chinese Songs, which made me, think realize that composing on ecstasy is not good. Plus there is my grandma who seemed determine that I put on weight before going back to good old Kuala Lumpur. She practically forced everything down my throat. Oh the amount of roasted pork, cookies and goodies I ate!

Thus my day was set watching Chinese movies in front of the television. My aunty however had other plans. Now, all my elder cousins are married. Guess who’s next in line? Yeap, and she proceeded to ask the question, “Aiyah girl-ah. Got boyfriend already or not?!?”

Damn, I hate that question. It always puts me in an awkward position where the only response I can give is a smile while various sarcastic comebacks runs through my mind. Reason I bite back my retort is because she hands me this red packet. In this situation, you can never win, really.

Part 2: Reunion Gone Wrong

While emerging from the carpark, our new Perdana V6 (it's auto) screeched and by the sound of it, it looked as if my dad had just crash into the Toyota which was parked snuggly in front of the hotel. No such thing. What happen was simply this – the gear box rosak (fail), thus the car mati (died) and one touch of the gear produce the wonderful tune of a cat screeching on a hot tin roof.

Now the car not only stopped but also manage to attract everyone attention as they stop, stood, stared and finally gawked. Yes my friends, we were amidst a bunch of sakais (hillbillies). What happened next was simple. We pushed the car into the carpark and proceeded to call Spanco, the service provider for the car.

The guy at Spanco, Saiful told us that he would get a tow truck from Segamat to tow our car to Eon Segamat. However what he said next came as a shock.

“Oleh kerana cuti mereka hanya mula kerja hari Rabu” (Because of the holidays, they only will start work on Wednesday.)

This was so not good. My response was simple this:-

“Habis? Kita kena tunggu kat sini hingga bila?” (Then? How long do we have to be in Segamat?”)

What happen next? My mum, the diva took over and I don’t know how, manage to get Saiful to bring us a replacement car all the way from Kuala Lumpur. Kudos to Saiful as he was very receptive and helpful throughout the fiasco. Thus, we managed to go to the reunion (my uncle picked us up) with a nice bit of story to tell my relatives. We left in a rush as we needed to wait for the car, which arrived at 11.00pm. Now that is what I call express service as the breakdown only occurred at 7.00pm. Thanks Spanco!

P/S: Kudos to my mum, who is the master at persuasive speech. Damn, I need to learn from her.

P/P/S: Is it just me or does Spanco sounds kinky? Hmm...

Part 1: The Journey Back

To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to the idea of traveling back to Grandma’s this New Year. Just the idea of being stuck in the car for three hours and the scorching weather made me reluctant to go back. Besides it was one of my a long awaited holiday.

Thus, on Saturday began our journey back and boy, was there traffic everywhere.I was also freaking tired as the night before I only slept at 2am in the morning as I was playing this board game called Dracula.

Before that let me mention that whenever we travel as a family, my mother would pack as if we were going to the Antarctica for a whole darn month. Thus our car was stuffed with bags, pillows, blankets and etc. And I was squash like a sardine as the car booth would not be able to withstand her amount of bags, which would then emulate to the front, in the passengers seat where, I being the eldest, sat in the middle.

This in turn made me unable to sleep the whole journey. While my siblings drifted away to Slumberland, I stared at the scenic view of vast amount of palm oil plantations. Never knew IOI had plenty of plantations. Well, something new discovered everyday.

When we arrived in Segamat, I was so darn happy to just hop out of the car to stretch my legs. Upon arriving at grandma’s place we had lunch then headed to the hotel. Where my fatigue was replace with an urgent sense of exploration of this small town with the knowledge that the next day would see all emporiums closed down with the festive season. Thus I went shopping....



And found nothing.... -_-'


The clothing range there sucked max. Only thing I spent on was Mc Donald prosperity set while my mother went on a shopping spree three times coming back with bagfuls of items.

The only thing a girl deprive from shopping could do was sleep. By the time I awoke reunion dinner had arrive, but that is another story. ^^

To everyone out there Happy Chinese New Year. God Bless!