…I think it will make for an interesting year, don’t you agree? Haha!

As many of you might know, we are quickly approaching probably my current second best holiday of the year— Chinese New Year. Hence the reason for my excursion back to Markham this weekend.

But I came back to Mark’s Ham to discover that there was no family dinner whatsoever— it has been scheduled for next weekend. This is disappointing as I will not be home next weekend. I was expecting a big gathering, like super good food, those red papers with four character greetings on them, those big candy boxes, dragon dancing, those darn annoying drums, oh and those those firecracker things (hehe, maybe not the latter few).

MULLET MATT
Anyways, I desperately needed a haircut, so I zoomed myself to the local hair dresser to fix me up— and of course there is a queue of like a bizilion people — all trying to get their haircuts before the New Year. I couldn’t pick a better time to get a haircut. According to my grandmother, you are not supposed to wash, let alone cut your hair on New Years Day. The “Choy Sun”, or the Fortune God, gives you luck on New Years, so if you wash your hair, you will wash your luck. Also, I remember hearing that because the word “hair” in Cantonese sounds like the word “rich”— so yeah, you get the gist of it.

A few years back, I had a haircut on that day, and my grandmother had the biggest fit. Oh my.

So yes, after a long wait at the hairdresser, it was finally my turn. I didn’t wear my contacts that day— stupidly enough— and this hairdresser fucking give me a mini-mullet!

AHHHHHHHH!

Holy geez, it was disgusting. Anyways, I don’t know where these people learn to cut hair— and you know when they take the mirror and show you the back of your head? It never works, I can never really tell, just because you see the ends, but you don’t see it in its relation to the rest of your head. Anyways, my mom had to do a small operation to make it better. UGH!

PARKING FIGHTS AT PACIFIC MALL (Markham’s best pasttime)
So yes, my parents decide that they want to have Dim Sum with my aunt’s, and of course, they wish to go to Pacific Mall. Why they choose to go there — and on the weekend, a NEW YEAR weekend—is beyond my comphrehension because it is pretty much a warzone of suburban Chinese people.

Anyways, I decide to drop off my parents so they can “ba wai”, or “raid a table.” Seriously, the terms we use in the Chinese language is quite intriguingly humourous— we must not get a table, but “raid” a table.

I’m digressing.

So I decide to just stop my car at one of the parking aisles and wait for incoming people who may be leaving. There is a Camry fairly close to mines, who is doing essentially what I am doing. Anyways, a person finally approaches our aisle and its attempting to leave— their car (a Matrix) happens to be right next to where the Camry had idled.

Both the Camry, the Matrix and myself pretty much have an understanding that the parking spot will go to the Camry— as he has been waiting their much longer than I had. Then suddenly, this see lai with a Pathfinder swooshes by from the opposite direction and signals for the Matrix’s spot.

Uh oh, here comes trouble.

Anyways, the Camry attempts to back into the spot, while the Pathfinder see lai abuses her horn. The Pathfinder lady then leaves her car and smacks the hood of the Camry-asking him what the fuck he is doing. She yells at him that she signaled first. The man in the Camry seem somewhat passive and just took it.

Anyways, the man continues to attempt to back in, while the see lai runs into the spot, preventing him from taking the spot. This went on for several minutes— but let me remind you that the see lai is now blocking traffic on both directions, since her SUV is still parked in the aisle.

I just couldn’t take it anymore and got up and told the see lai to just let the Camry man park, since I can witness that he’s been waiting a long time. Not to mention that she is indeed making a big fuss and blocking traffic.

She didn’t budge.

Seriously, what a bitch. An inconsiderate, ignorant bitch. First of all, don’t you dare smack a person’s car— that’s really asking to get punched or something. And because of her, it clogged up the aisle for a good ten minutes.

Finally I found a spot, but she gave in when she found another spot. That’s right sucker! Haha, although I learned a valuable lesson that day, don’t mess with see lai’s.

I hate P-Mall for that reason, just being in there stresses you out. You just can’t not be angry when you go there.

Markham, gotta love it. Yikes.