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UPDATE: The Scam

Posted by jasmine on March 10, 2010

So my aunt’s friend from the Malaysian Customs went to the KLIA Customs earlier today to search for the said package. Get this, it wasn’t there. Now the police are involved in this case. I reckon my aunt brought them in to investigate on the matter.

Anyway, they are searching for the lady who called my mom up. She gave us her full name and turns out, there was a lady who worked in the Customs department under that name. Now we want to know if she was in it the whole time with this guy OR her name was used for this thing, which in this case, I think it was. Nobody would be stupid enough to use their real name. Seriously.

The guy never went online anymore. Coward. I just wish that there was a way to hack into his email or something. Sigh.

Will update you people if there is any news (:

By the way, this is his Tagged profile. CLICK HERE. I don’t think the pictures are him. I think, obviously and undoubtedly, it belongs to someone else. Sick bastard.

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We got scammed

Posted by jasmine on March 9, 2010

You always hear stories about people getting scammed online and you tend to take that as a lesson but at the same time, thought that that would never happen to you. Ever. Well, let’s just say that was my thought at first too, but boy was I wrong.

It all started with my mom meeting this nice Englishman online. He was from the UK, lost his wife to Cancer and a daughter who died at birth. The only person he has was his son, James. He is currently living alone in his home (he sent us a picture too) as his son went to the US for his degree. James has curly dirty blonde hair with a dashing smile. I just thought that he looked nerdy. Mom thought otherwise.

Anyway, mom’s friend, let’s call him Matt (short for Matthew), shared some similarities with my mom. He’s a single dad, living alone and worried sick about James who was abroad. Where as my mom was a single mom and worried sick about my sister and I even though we were just inches away from her. Paranoid much?

Then after a few weeks of getting to know each other, Matt asked my mom if I have a laptop. I don’t. “She doesn’t own one,” mom said. “Well great! I’m planning to buy one for my son. Why not I buy one for your daughter as well!” He said, excited. Of course, mom didn’t pay attention to it one bit. She just thought that he was joking. Why not? A random guy from across the world is willing to buy her daughter a laptop is anything but normal.

A few days later, he called her. “I got her the laptop! It’s a brand new HP,” he said. He asked for our mailing address and mom gave him, still in disbelieve. He was so enthusiast at the thought of giving me a laptop. “I never had the chance to raise a daughter before, so this is a way for me to contribute to a daughter that I never had. I hope you don’t mind“. “Of course not,” my mom replied.

And then she carried on how excited I was to be getting a laptop, which wasn’t true. I was excited, maybe. But not that excited up to a point of actually telling him that. Not yet at least.

Then the next day he sent my mom an email with the picture of the HP box. Just the box. Then the tracking code of the item and the website of the currier service that he used. We checked and sure enough it was there.

Mom was excited. I was too actually.

Then the next day he IMed mom up and told her that his workers sent the wrong box. Instead of sending the box that was meant for me, they mistakenly sent the box that was meant for the son in the US and vice versa. Reason being because he had attached a some of money for his son as his tuition fees. How much money are we talking here? Try £40k.

Mom was freaked out, but he just laughed it off. He said not to worry as he had hidden the money somewhere with the laptop. So we ourselves wouldn’t even know where he hid it unless he told us where. Seriously, who would not notice a £40k worth of money hidden in a box? Seriously. Mom asked why he didn’t just bank in the money to his son. He said he didn’t trust the bank. Oh really?

I find it weird and oddly interesting how someone can be that stupid to do such thing. But then again, the parcel is under my mom’s name, so if they did find money in it, wouldn’t it mean that we somewhat ‘smuggled‘ the money in even if we didn’t do anything? £40k is a lot of money. Convert it to Malaysian Ringgit and you’ll get RM200k or so. Insane much?

Then yesterday, mom received a phone call from the Malaysian Customs department of KLIA. She said they had received a package/parcel under my mom’s name and found out there was money in it. “How did you find out?” Mom asked, curious. “Scan lah. We scan and we can see everything,” the lady said, rudely. “Did you open the parcel at all?” “No. We just scan.” She said.

And then she continued saying how money cannot be sent through parcels as it should be in money order form or some shit like that. And because they found out that there was money inside, she was being a nice lady and decided to handle the matter herself by fining my mom RM4500 only instead of the RM15000 if she sends this matter up to her supreme. My mom said no and find that suspicious. “I think this lady is blackmailing me,” she told me. I think so too.

Seriously. Here are my suspicions.

  1. Scanners in customs are the same with scanners that you see at the airport. If there is money inside your bag and they scanned it, all they can see is a bunch of papers. Then only would you open the package up and determine if it is money or not. But funny thing is, they didn’t open the package even after they scan it. So it’s either the Malaysian Customs are sooo lazy to do their job or someone is playing bad person here.
  2. Second, how can you determine a fine of RM4500 if you don’t even know the actual amount of money involved in the package? I thought fines are only there when they know the actual amount of the money. The more money in the package, the higher the fine.

And get this, she even sent my mom a text with her personal account number and full name. And oh, did I tell you that she called my mom using a mobile phone instead of an office phone? How weird.

Mom was alarmed. She told Matt at once. Him and mom chatted for awhile on YM about the matter and finally, he told mom to just pay the fine and reimburse once the £40k reaches us.

Him: You can take double the amount from the £40k. Just pay the lady and get this over with.

Mom: Why can’t you pay the lady? The fault was on your end after all.

Him: I can’t. I’m from overseas remember? I can’t pay the Malaysian Customs. You have to.

Mom: Well, why not just send me the money via my bank account then? I’ll help you pay.

Him: Too much hassle, besides, I’m very busy nowadays. You just help me to pay it first.

Mom: But I have no RM4500 at the moment. Where can I find that amount of money in a short period of time?

Him: Borrow it from somebody then. Don’t you want the laptop? Such a waste.

Mom: I can’t borrow it from somebody just like that. I tell you what, I just got off the phone with the police. They’re handling the case now.

Him: What?! Why did you do that???!

Mom: Because this is something that the police should handle. Why?

Him: Oh shit. This is a different matter now!

Matt is offline.

So, what does that tell you? I have a feeling that he has been in this with that lady all this time. Judging by how he is, I believe that he has.

Later that night, we called up my aunt who was in the police force. We told her our story and she later called her friend who works in the Customs department to talk about the matter. Turns out, there was a lady by that name and she did work in the Malaysian Customs KLIA before, but she moved to another branch years ago. So it’s either she was in it together with the guy OR someone was using her name.

So he (my aunt’s friend from the Customs) will be going to the KLIA branch himself to check the parcel if it is there or not and find out if the lady is responsible or not. Will update you guys on that later (:

Thanks for reading. Reason for me to write about this is to prove that we were not a part of some scam if ever they find like I don’t know, drugs or shit in that parcel (or even if there ever was a parcel in the first place). Mom is worried about that now. Heh. And also, to warn you people to not just give people money just because their son is dying of hunger in the US. I mean, seriously. Who in the bright mind would send a money that much via parcels? How stupid can we be exactly?

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Why my mom’s friends are scared of me.

Posted by jasmine on March 9, 2010

Person: Who is this?

Me: Someone.

Person: Someone? Are you the elder daughter?

Me: Yes.

Person: What is your name? Is it Jennifer?

Me: Nat.

Person: What? What is your full name?

Me: Just Nat.

Person: Oh. So you went to KL recently right?

Me: She (my mom) told you that?

Person: Yes. Why? She shouldn’t tell anyone?

Me: Should she?

Person: Well, as a friend, I think it’s okay.

Me: Says who?

Person: Your mom.

Me: Good answer. Yes I did, and don’t ask me for what.

Person: Okay.

Me: What do you do?

Person: Do what?

Me: Work.

Person: A simple job.

Me: Line of work?

Person: Government.

Me: Specific duty?

Person: Heal diseases.

Me: So, you are a healer.

Person: Yes, you’re right.

Me: But you’re not a real healer.

Person: ….. Why?

Me: You depend on drugs to heal people. So you are not a real healer.

Person: Hahahaha! But you need the right drug at the right time.

Me: Right.

Person: So, what do you want?

Me: What do you want me to want?

Person: Is there anything wrong with you that needs me to heal you?

Me: Do you think that there is anything wrong with me to have you to heal me?

Person: I don’t know you personally.

Me: Yes, but do you need to know someone personally to know what they need to be healed or do you only need to know their health history to know what you should do to heal them?

Person: Yes, everything.

Me: Right.

Person: So, what is the issue?

Me: What issue?

Person: We had an issue.

Me: That was an opinion.

Person: Oh, right. Well, I have to go.

Person: Send my regards to your mom.

Person: And sister.

Me: Ok.

Person: Well, take care.

Person: Bye.

Person: Sleep tight.

Me: Ok.

My first time chatting with one of my mom’s friend. I think he finds me creepy and weird. I don’t mind. I find it humouring.

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Ba, pigi!

Posted by jasmine on March 7, 2010

Ba. Pigi BAZAAR MAKANAN di Lintas Garden! Hari ni (hari minggu) 9am – 4pm. Siok itu. Green Leaf Theatre jual2 mknan. Kalau tidak tau di mana tu tampat, pigi sija 7-11 Lintas Station, masuk, tanya mana lif trus naik bo gia pigi 1st floor. Habis crita. The end.

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COME TO GREEN LEAF THEATRE’S FOOD STALL!

Posted by jasmine on March 6, 2010

Guess what?

GREEN LEAF THEATRE HOUSE IS OPENING A STALL!!!!!

COME AND SUPPORT!!!!

Date: 6th & 7th March 2010
Venue:
Lintas Station, Food Garden
(Just go inside Lintas Station and take the lift up to the 1st floor)

OR

Just go to 7-11 Lintas Station, ask them where’s the lift, and go to the 1st floor!


Time:
9am – 4pm

Enquiry:
Mdm. Nurhanida –
0198711887
Hazli
– 0165522435

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Things I find on Tumblr what my thoughts were when I first saw them.

Posted by jasmine on March 6, 2010

Hahaha. WIN!

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What was she thinking exactly? These Gaga outfits. Lobster head piece? Plastic dresses? O-realllyyy???

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My eyes caught the lips first, then boobs. I find the who lip biting sexy, the boobs disgusting.

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Coach: “Soft bumpy, pillows. Mmmm…”

Naked guy: “Uhm…”

Coach: “Mmmmmm… Soft…”

Naked guy: “Uhm…”

Awkward locker moments.

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I have always been fascinated by eyes, especially the colour of the iris. Unfortunately, for most of us Asians, we are not blessed with colourful eyes. (If you imagined an eye with rainbow colours in it when it said ‘colourful eyes’, so did I. But of course, you know what I mean. LOL.)

Anyway, I love grey-coloured eyes like the last picture. It’s so deep and exotic in my opinion.

Aishwarya Rai is the perfect example of an Asian with grey-coloured eyes. Ah man. I noticed that mostly Indians (especially mixed breeds), tend of the grey-coloured eyes.

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Uhm. Ew.

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FACT:

A women’s vagina is cleaner than a mouth.

OMG.

So like, the “eat me” is actually legit then?

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Here’s a fuck story.

A few weeks ago, my friends and I had to rehearse our performance for an event that we were invited to perform. So everyone was there, from other performers, the organizers and some other people who just HAD to be there.

So anyway, my friend and I, we had this chunk of line that we had to say on the mic. That was part of our performance.

So when it was our turn to speak, I messed up my lines and that followed by a big fat “FUCK!” from me. And then, I realized that I cursed on the mic and had like tons of people looking at us. Nobody said anything though, probably because they didn’t want to; the people that was there I mean. I think they heard it. No, I know they heard it.

My friend nudged my hand and I was like, “Oh fuck!“. But I was away from the mic, so it was all cool when I said that.

It was not embarrassing actually. The whole situation was really really funny and I ended up laughing my ass off afterwards.

And now, I’m like telling people about this; PROUDLY.

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Aku Mengandung

Posted by jasmine on March 3, 2010

Aku mengandung.
Demi kesakitan, aku mengandung.
Demi belas kasihan, aku mengandung.
Demi cinta, aku mengandung.

Aku mengandung.
Sifat dan penghinaan mu, aku kandung.
Jiwa hitam mu, aku kandung.
Anak mu, aku kandung.

Aku mengandung.
Biar hujan petir, aku tetap mengandung.
Biar sakit berdarah, aku tetap mengandung.
Biar dicaci sampai gila, aku tetap mengandung.

Aku mengandung.
Kadangkala aku bertanya, “mengapa aku mengandung?”
“Adakah ini sumpahan?”
“Adakah ini dibuat-buat orang?”

Namun aku tahu, aku mengandung.

Aku mengandung.
Tangan dan kaki ku dipegang keras oleh bayangan hitam.
Perut dan dadaku dimasuk kandungan hina ini.
Kepalaku, dipenuhi dirimu yang jahanam.
Kerana engkaulah, aku mengandung.

Aku mengandung.
Diriku dipenuhi emosi yang hitam.
Kerana engkaulah, aku diikat.
Aku diikat dan dibutakan.
Badanku berjalan, namun jiwaku diikat.

Aku mengandung.
Dahulu dan selamanya.
Aku mengandung.
Aku mengandung engkau.
Engkau kandungan ku.

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Aku Mengandung‘ in this context means how when someone is in love, they dedicate their love fully to that person. Love is such a powerful thing and because of this, often we are blinded by love to a point we don’t actually see a bad side of the person we love. Often, our emotions, heart and soul are as if made for that person.

Aku Mengandung‘ or I Am Pregnant is a symbolization of someone filled with emotion and feelings towards somebody as if he/she is in a trance. Like a puppet, they accept everything their loved ones give them, no matter how horrible that person maybe, they still accept and love them because blinded by love.

Just like someone pregnant, their babies control how they live they life; what they eat, how they walk and their health. Hence, the term ‘Engkau Kandungan Ku’.

But it begs the question, to be so blinded by love and to accept shit the person gives you, is that really love? Or is that just lust?

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