Emojis

What are your favorite emojis?

The emojis I have been using so often are the shock and laughing emojis. I was late by seventeen minutes while driving a customer to his destination safely, as I rushed to pick up the next passenger and get her home. After dropping off the first customer, I WhatsApp up the late passenger to inform her that I was on the way.

Rushing through the congested roads, my top priority was reaching her safely without any scratches on the car, as this car is my breadwinner. I finally reached her, and the composed passenger got in. I had already apologized twice on WhatsApp and once verbally when she entered the car.

As she got in, she said, “That’s okay,” but accidentally nudged her elbow against me. I realized that this passenger couldn’t be taken lightly, as her aura gave off a different impression.

The first few words that came to my mind were, “Cannot be trusted,” and “Her words carry no weight,” because I sensed that she was still angry — angry about the time wasted and the discomfort of waiting, as she is a paying customer. She cannot be kept waiting; rather, I should be the one waiting for her.

I sped through the congested Saturday roads, determined to get her home safely. However, her angry aura lingered, making me feel like I hadn’t learned my lesson well enough.

The impulse within me races to think and ponder: which is the better option — getting stuck in a jam with no way out, or picking up a customer from Rawang to Bangsar to cover the transportation cost?

I realize I must start earlier and improve my timing with the traffic — something I am still learning and practicing in my mind as I write down these thoughts.

Same emojis, different story: the car salesman who hadn’t sold a car since he started working was backed by a strong salesman who actually sold a car to me in July 2024. I was angry with the strong salesman, whose name wasn’t even on the final invoice, as I had paid partial payments until the full amount to the car dealer and kept all the records carefully.

Today, I searched through my files to uncover what mistakes I had made back then regarding the car salesman — the one who took the new car from the factory and made a pit stop at his shaman’s place, placing an invisible hidden genie bottle under the steering wheel before driving the car to the center to present it to me.

I only discovered all this three days ago, after listening to a video about revealing hidden enemies and stopping them in their tracks. Chills froze my mind, and the sensation ran down through my entire body, tingling into every cell. The coldness grew into a numb shiver as I stared at the ceiling and asked myself, “What is happening to me?”

Part of me told me to stop the chanting video, but another part inside me growled, “Don’t even think about stopping — this is healing you by digging deep into your suppressed memories to restore your peace.” I continued chanting until I eventually fell asleep.

In my sleep — which I hated because it made me oversleep that day — a dream played out, replaying the beginning of my anger towards the car salesman. I realized everything could have been solved differently if I had hidden my anger and treated him politely. Instead, I did the opposite, and this led me to brew hatred toward him, even burning his full name symbolically in the fire as part of my self-forgiveness process.

But what disturbed me the most was learning that he had taken the new car to a shaman’s place for a spellbinding ritual.

When I returned to the center a week later, the air conditioning was blowing hot air, and they billed me for a longer service while secretly removing engine parts from the car. I didn’t trust the center anymore and immediately complained to the main Sentral office.

That was when I realized: no matter the mistakes made by the smaller car dealer, the main car dealer would still back them up. If my financial situation had been better, I wouldn’t have gone back to the same dealer twice — I would have found another place.

From October 2024 onwards, I started experiencing bad déjà vu while driving. Something didn’t feel right inside the car. I began praying fiercely while driving. Eventually, the invisible genie bottle broke inside the car, and the attack began. Through relentless prayer and chanting, I traced the problem back to the same car salesman — the one whose name appeared on my invoice even though he had never truly sold me the car.

In March 2025, it got worse. The petite car salesman even sent the shaman’s assistant to my house to secretly take a picture of my car parked outside. I caught on to it later, realizing how far they were willing to go to keep their spell active.

I used his real name in a ritual, burning it with dry chilies, to sever all ties and end the enmity once and for all. I didn’t want to hold onto hatred anymore — I just wanted to move on.

Later, he sent a rat to chew on my car wires. I intervened by placing naphthalene balls around the wiring to prevent costly repairs. I’m glad I protected myself and saved my car from further damage.

Although the car wire caps are now missing, I honestly don’t know when this will completely end.

For now, I do my best by forgiving myself — especially for how I had ignored and spoken rudely to the emotional, petite car salesman who so-called “sold” me the car.