PushPockets-Beware!

PUSH-POCKET IN KUALA LUMPUR 

I am sure you all have heard of 'pick pocket'. 
A new trend 'push pocket'. 
Read on.. for your own good 

A few days ago a new type of crime has surfaced in town. 
It goes something like this:- 
Somebody slips a hand-phone into your pocket, 
sometimes it could be just a wallet with 
an identity card and a few ringgit. 
A few minutes later, the 'owner' comes up 
and confronts you, the 'thief '. 
He makes a big commotion that you stole his stuff. 

You, caught unaware, are then pulled aside by the 
'owner' for a settlement. You are intimidated and threatened
that if you do not pay up the police will be brought in. 
If you pay up, this 'owner' lets you go. 
If not, the police are brought in. 

Another strange thing is that there always seems 
to be a 'witness' to your 'theft'. 

I am told this often happens to foreigners at 
the Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA) 
or even at LRT trains. 
Given that you're 'guilty until proven innocent' 
as far as t he Malaysian police are concerned, 
I understand some poor people are in jail for 
these 'offences'. 

At the KLIA, the 'owner' throws his hand-phone and 
wallet with the few ringgit notes into the luggage 
trolley of a just arrived passenger. 
The drama unfolds a few minutes later. 
The real culprit has easily convinced our Malaysian police 
to arrest the real victim (if he has not paid up the 'settlement' demand). 
This is a very serious matter. 


This is another form of extortionists operating in broad daylight. 
They are disgusting criminals who will do anything 
to rob and steal. The sickening part of the whole 
scenario is that unless you pay the 'quoted settlement' money, 
they will put you in real trouble by calling the police. 

The real culprit gets back his hand-phone 
and wallet but the real victim ( i.e. could be any one of us)
is thrown into the police lock up and charged in court.. 


So do be very careful, 
otherwise you may end up as a 'thief' 
as you have no way to prove your innocence.

I'm back

After a long long time.. I am back. It's been extremely difficult the past few weeks to sit down and write something. Perhaps because there's been a million and one things to do and i just couldn't find time to unwind. Blogging, is my idea of unwinding...

There are few days in a year you truly look forward to. For myself those days would be christmas, anniversaries, Chinese new year, birthdays of loved ones but never my very own birthday. They say people who are jaded through their birthdays are people who are mortally depressed with life. If you can’t look forward to your very own birthday, enough said…

First things first, I hate birthday cakes especially if it was for my birthday. I hate the whole fuss and frills of decorations and people treating you special on that day. And balloons. Geez, need I say more. If you do not already know, I have an irrational fear of those time bombs. ( I shall not go into details to how that phobia came along)

I haven’t had a birthday party for a good 7 years. Not that I miss it because well, you can’t really miss what you never had right? On top of that, 7 years ago, when I decided that I would have my 19^th birthday party bash, I had a catastrophic experience. For starters, my housemate who was a kleptomaniac stole all the money I had stashed aside for my month’s worth of rent, allowance and money I had saved to spend on my birthday bash. My then boyfriend, caused me to fall due to his impatience and resulted a big tear in my favorite pair of jeans and not to mention a tear on my knees too. He then bought me two pair of jeans that were ill fitting and showed off my thunder thighs which he insisted looked “nice”. My friends then pooled some money as my birthday present and expected me to use that money to treat them to a birthday party which I did eventually. I had no presents that year, a sad and miserable month living on instant and canned food, and failed 2 papers in my a levels the very same month which I had to retake in the following semester. Talk about bad luck.

That was probably why I hated celebrating my birthday and went to all lengths of never celebrating it again. Come to think of it, I never had a sweet sixteen birthday, nor a 21^st birthday bash. I remember spending every birthday thereafter crying over something or someone. Enough said, I believed and till this very day believe that the 19^th of February is my version of Friday the 13^th.

This year is however is nothing like all the other years, but better than the others before. I’ve already got my first present and gosh baby, I love it to bits and pieces. Bernard’s a practical person and for every gift that he has ever given me, it has always been the best out of the best ( even though many a time I do really like the second best option better ). And thank you sweetheart for everything. Dinner was great and fun. But for what’s worth, I think I have grown out of hating this day over time. For starters, i didn't tear even once in the past few days. Haha.. I guess I have finally grown up.

Last weekend, all my loved ones plotted to lure me into a surprise birthday trip. Well, i must say, it worked out very well. I was clueless till the very end. I had an awesome time. From the entire surprise that these people actually managed to con me into a trip i never expected them to plan, to winning big bucks in the casino, to baby sitting jez and watching timmy play clown with his underwear on his head to the scrumptious fish head curry we feasted twice on, the number 19 is hardly inauspicious for me anymore..Thank you everyone. I needed that well deserved action packed holiday badly and it was the best time i've had in years. Oh did i mention i blew candles off 2 cakes this year? *wink*

I am trying to think of ways I have grown over the year and there is just too many to list down. From a green horn in my line of work, people are actually aware of my talent and achievements. I have lesser friends, but the ones who have stayed with me throughout are always there when I need them. I have learnt that politics exist everywhere you work and there is just no point trying to look for that dream job. There’s a reason why it is called a “dream job”. I have learnt that criticisms only builds character and also learnt that it is okay to say “thank you” to a compliment. I have learnt that being hardy is not plain being bitchy but being able to withstand rejection and yet being able to walk away gracefully. I have learnt that it is important to remind yourself of those set of principles you have set initially otherwise you will eventually evolve into someone you could not recognize in the mirror one day. And I have also learnt most of all the importance of distinguishing how to be dependent on a person yet be emotionally independent off the person. I guess this is what it takes to finally be 26 years old. 

I love you all.... 

Year Of the Cow- The Myth

Ever wondered why there were 12 and not 13 animals in the chinese zodiac? Ever wondered why there are mythical creatures such as dragons in the chinese zodiac calendar and why there isn't a cat in it? Did you know that the Japanese and the Koreans share the similar Chinese Zodiac Calendar?

Well... Here's the story..

Once upon a time, the Jade Emperor (or Buddha, some say) was holding a casting call for the signs of the Chinese Zodiac. The Chinese Zodiac wasn’t like the Babylonian one, of course. Instead of dividing the year into twelve months, it was a cycle of twelve years. But the idea was the same. Twelve lucky animals would each get to represent one out of every twelve years, and be the answer to that all-important question, “What’s your sign?” Talk about name recognition!
Many animals were eager to be one of the big twelve, and a noisy crowd showed up for the Jade Emperor’s summons. His challenge was simple. The first twelve animals to cross a certain river would get their names added to the wheel of years.
Now Rat and Cat, who were good friends in those days, had arrived together. Their whiskers twitched in dismay when they heard the Jade Emperor’s words. They weren’t stupid. They couldn’t fly, and they weren’t huge and strong like Horse and Ox. They didn’t have much of a chance. So they talked it over, and hatched a clever plan.
Ox, they decided, had the best chance of winning the prize. They’d seen him ford rivers like Cat stalking through tall grass. Also, he wasn’t too bright. So Cat and Rat asked Ox if they might hitch a ride across. That way, they told him, they would take second and third place after he’d won.
Ox was willing enough. Cat hopped onto his back with no trouble, and Rat shimmied up his tail, and off they went with a heave and a splash.
Halfway across, Rat proved himself a rat. Splash! He pushed Cat into the river. Then Rat scampered out to the tip of Ox’s horn and jumped ashore first. Some folks tell a slightly different story, that Rat took a good hard chomp on Ox’s tail, and — whoosh! — like a child playing crack-the-whip, Rat got flung the last few yards. Either way, Rat was declared the winner, and he became the first animal on the Chinese Zodiac. Poor Ox had to content himself with second place.
As for Cat, by the time she had thrashed her way ashore, bedraggled and half-drowned, the race was finished. Cat’s hated water ever since, and of course hated rats till eternity.

Well, there are other stories of each animals and why they came in place one after another. Perhaps i will post it up later.

Now you know why cats hate rats. And why Rats are considered one of the smartest and conniving creatures, and why cows are generally generous up till a point of being doormats..

Have a Happy Chinese New Year!

New addition to the Simon Family

Daddy's Pride and Joy

An Impish Face from Day 1 itself

Precious Little Xander and me

Baby Alexander Winston Simon arrived at 1.25am in a the wee hours of 18th January 2009. He was 3.37kgs, 51 inches in length, a head full of hair, ten fingers, ten toes and everything else in place.

I suspect he's going to be one charming squirt! Oh gosh.. I'm going to love him so much..Xander oh my Xander,..

Be Right Back

I have been sitting in front of this page for the longest time. There are many things i want to say, write about, rant non stop, whine and complain.. But i don't know where to begin. I think i am saturated with the recent happenings.. So till i find myself which is lost somewhere between space and time, i will need to take a break. A break from thinking.. 

I never knew that the act of  "not thinking" is so hard to do..

Be Right Back