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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUACQnk-eip7ImA9WhRUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31439437</id><updated>2012-01-28T13:56:03.752-08:00</updated><category term="Caution" /><category term="Me" /><category term="Marketing" /><category term="Christianity" /><category term="Kids" /><category term="miscellaneous" /><category term="Encounters" /><category term="Humour" /><category term="News" /><category term="Parenting" /><title>Ordinary Woman Ordinary Life</title><subtitle type="html">This blog is specially created for me to vent whatever emotions that I have on anything...to keep my sanity.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ordinary-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ordinary-lives.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31439437/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Magictree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188181582134452070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/2135/1600/Magic%20Tree.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/OrdinaryWomanOrdinaryLife" /><feedburner:info uri="ordinarywomanordinarylife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIASXs9fSp7ImA9Wx5UF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31439437.post-8967717505851753462</id><published>2010-10-21T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:22:28.565-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-21T18:22:28.565-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humour" /><title>Joke For The Day</title><content type="html">This was sent by one of my friend, find it so funny....so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Banking joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me share a joke with you first.   Here it goes.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was looking for an empty space to park my car at Bangsar when suddenly&lt;br /&gt;there's a knock on the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Encik ah..tanya sikit ah..itu Chimpeng mana ah..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chimpeng, Chimpeng...saya sudah tanya itu guard ah.. dia ckaap sini ada&lt;br /&gt;satu Chimpeng..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soli-lah &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287710455_0"&gt;Apek&lt;/span&gt;. Saya tak tau woh...Apa tempat itu Chimpeng?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah...itu Chimpeng balu punya..Saya mau pigi angkat wang la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tarak tau la boss. Itu kedai ka apa? Along ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Chimpeng bukan kedai ma..lu itu pun tak tau ah..? itu Chimpeng macam itu&lt;br /&gt;Maypeng, Public Peng, RHetB Peng...itu balu punya Peng.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoi... buat aku pening je..dia actually cari &lt;strong&gt;CIMB Bank &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CIMB Bank was formerly known as &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287710455_1"&gt;Bumiputra Commerce Bank&lt;/span&gt;, and before that it was known as Bank Bumiputra Bhd. Bank Bumiputra was set up by the late &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287710455_2"&gt;Tun Razak&lt;/span&gt;  about 30 years ago. 30 years later, his son Nazir took over the bank  and decided to fully "Malaysianise" it and share it with other races in  Malaysia and rename the bank &lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287710455_3"&gt;CIMB Bank&lt;/span&gt; which stand for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CINA INDIA MELAYU BANK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Make sense, isn't it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: They cannot put the "M"  (Melayu) in front because it will end up as MICB Bank and Samy Velu  objected to it as he wanted to reserve the name for his own bank later.&lt;/em&gt; :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31439437-8967717505851753462?l=ordinary-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There was an old man looking at me. Suddenly, he called me. He said he didn’t know how to read, so he gave me his ATM card and asked me to help him withdraw money from the ATM machine. I answered ‘NO! If you need help, ask the security to help you.’ Then he said ‘never mind…’ and continued to find other people to help him…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: ATM machines have CCTVs. If you help him he will later claim that you have robbed him or stolen his ATM card. Besides, his ATM card could be a stolen one. So please be careful of these tactics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;(2) Suddenly your house lights go off. From your window you find that your neighbours still have their lights. So you go out of your house to check the Meter Box. But once you open the door, a knife will be pointing at you and preventing you from closing it. This is when you will be robbed and injured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: Even though your electricity suddenly goes off, DO NOT open your door immediately. Look around to see if there is anything unusual or if there is any noise around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;(3) This is another incident. You may have heard about it before; it is about a lady who saw a kid crying by the roadside. When she spoke to the kid, the kid told her he was lost and wanted her to take him home. The kid even gave her a paper with his house address. So she took him home. But when she rang the door bell, she had an electric shock. Later when she woke up, she was naked in an empty room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: Being such a compassionate and helpful person might not be a good thing these days. Girls, please be careful. DON’T BE TOO KIND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;(4) One day, there was an old lady outside my house holding two packets of sweets. At first I thought she was our neighbour and wanted to give us these packs of sweets as a gift. But then when she spoke, I realise that she was foreigner. I could not understand what she was talking about. I guessed she must be asking for money. I sensed there was something wrong and immediately closed the door and ignored her. Later, I found she and an accomplice robbed someone else down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;(5) I was at the ATM machine to withdraw some money. Behind me, there was an old lady. She asked me whether I was able to withdraw my money because she said she had problem with the machine. Suddenly a small girl came up beside me. The small girl was tugging and squeezing in front of me. I thought she was just naughty and playful. But then, the small girl placed her hand inside the tray of the ATM machine where the money was being dispensed out; ready to take away my money. I sensed something wrong and immediately pushed her away. Later I realised that the small girl and the old lady worked hand in hand together. She was trying to steal my money while the old lady was trying to distract my attention by asking me questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: BE VERY CAREFUL when you are at an ATM machine and be alert. Look out for anyone suspicious around you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;(6) My parents are retired and stay at home most days. One afternoon, a young stranger went to their house and said his motorcycle had no more fuel and the petrol station was too far away, for him to push his bike there. So he asked my parents for an empty coke bottle to buy some petrol. He said he will pay RM2 for the bottle. So my mum gave one coke bottle to him. He really took out the money from his pocket, but it was a RM 100 note. He told my mum he had no small change and asked my mum to give him the change. Luckily my mum was smart. She just told him to take it for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: obviously that note is fake! Who would want to pay for RM2 for an empty coke bottle! It’s very OBVIOUS that that stranger was a trickster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;(7) This happened in Bali . A newly married couple was having their honeymoon at the hotel. When both were in the changing room, the wife suddenly went missing. The husband was very anxious and went around finding her. He asked the hotel staff to help him find her. Then he thought his wife was just playing hide and seek. So he went back and waited for his wife. After a few hours, he decided to call the police. Three weeks passed and there was still no news about his missing wife. So he went back and was very disappointed and sad. A few years later, he came back to Bali , to watch a ‘FREAK SHOW’ in an old house. He saw a dirty and rusty metal cage. Inside there was a lady without limbs. Her body including the face was full of scars. When he had a closer look at her face, he was shocked to find out that she was his missing wife caged there and used for begging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;(8) This happened in Shanghai . A few years ago, a lady reported to the police that her cousin sister was missing in the shopping complex. But after five years, one of her friends found her cousin sister begging at the road side on one of the streets in Bangkok , Thailand . The worst thing was that her cousin sister had no more limbs and her body was tied to a lamp post with a shackle (metal chain).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Let’s just shorten this story. DO NOT open your house door when you hear the sound of a BABY CRYING! It might be a trap! Women in the house must be alert to this form of trick. The police said it is the work of a robber or murderer using the recording of a crying baby to attract your attention. This normally happens at night and when you are alone in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;(10) I read an email that was sent by my friend. Her friend, known as A, went to Luo Hu Commercial City with 2 friends, B and C. Luo Hu Commercial City is known as the Shenzhen counterfeit goods distribution center. There are many people there. It’s also near to the Shenzhen train station and Hong Kong ’s Luo Hu Port. C went to the toilet at the shopping centre while A and B waited outside. After waiting for a long, time they felt uneasy and went into the toilet to look for her. When they went in, there was nobody inside. Both were scared and they called C’s phone. There was no reply. So they reported to the police. The police asked them whether they had seen anybody suspicious going into the toilet. Both said there was none and it’s impossible to bring a person out of the toilet without them noticing! Then A remembered seeing a cleaner pushing a trolley in, and then coming out of the toilet. The police told them that were not the first time such a thing happened there. The police suspected a gang of criminals who were always attacking women in the the toilets of shopping complexes. They use cleaners to kidnap people to harvest their organs for sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: please be careful when using the toilet. Do not go to the wash room or toilet ALONE! Please at least have a partner with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 0.62%;" valign="top" width="0%"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" colspan="2" valign="top"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(82, 145, 239);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(82, 145, 239);font-size:12pt;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;11) This happened in Klang , Malaysia .  This afternoon (14/04/2009), while waiting for my husband in front of the bank ( MBB, Jalan Taiping, Klang), I saw a Malay lady bending down to throw some RM1.00 notes behind the tyre of a car parked in front of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After throwing the notes, she knocked the car's window to tell him that he has dropped some money. Right after that, a man came knocking on my window, also telling me that I have dropped something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I was not conned by them because I have witnessed what that Malay lady was doing. They came in a group of 4 (1 lady and 3 guys whom all look like foreigners; like the Arabian/ Moroccan type).They will rob you once you open your car door to check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31439437-3354837192585569039?l=ordinary-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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padding: 0in 0in 0in 4pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt;font-family:arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;            &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;           &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-weight: bold;font-size:20;" &gt;Porsche &amp;amp; the Singaporean lawyer‏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;This           is a good one....typical singaporean...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;                                                &lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;A very         successful Singaporean lawyer parked his brand new Porsche Carrera GT         in front of the office, ready to show it off to his colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                              &lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;As he was getting out, a truck came along       too close to the car and completely tore off the driver's door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Fortunately, a policeman was close enough to see the accident and pulled       up behind the Porsche; it was completely ruined and would never be the       same no matter how hard the body shop might try to make it new again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     His lights flashing, but before the policeman had a chance to ask any       questions, the lawyer started screaming hysterically about how his       Porsche, which he had just picked up the day before ,was now completely       ruined and would never be the same no matter how hard the body shop tries       to make it new again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After the lawyer finally calmed  down from his rant, the officer       shook his head in disgust and disbelief. 'I can't believe how       materialistic you lawyers are,' he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      'You're so focused on your possessions that you neglect the most       important things in life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     'How can you say such a thing?' asked the lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p  style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The officer replied, 'Don't you     even realize that your left arm is missing? It got ripped off when the     truck hit you!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   'OH, MY GOD!' screamed the lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   'MY ROLEX!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31439437-7505569117786675824?l=ordinary-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ladies beware!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FW: Subject:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Phone Scam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cannot stop myself from sharing this with all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its all started when I received a call from someone claimed that he was Maxis asking me to shutdown phone for 2 hours for 3G update to take place. As I was rushing for a meeting, I did not question any shutdown my cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After 45 minutes I felt very suspicious since the caller did not even introduce his name. I quickly turned on back my cell phone back and I received several numbers of call; few numbers from my family members and the other numbers was from the number that call me before; 3954380.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I called my parents and I was shocked that they sounded very worry asking me whether I am safe. My parents told me that they received a call from someone claimed that they have me with them and asking for money to let me free. The call was so real and my parents even heard my voice crying out loud asking for help. My parent was at the bank waiting for next call to proceed for money transfer.. I told my parents that I am safe and asking them to lodge a police report..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right after that I received again call from the guy asking me to shutdown my cell phone for another 1 hour which this time I refused to do so and hung up. They keep calling my cell phone until the battery run down.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I myself lodge a police report and was informed by the officer that this kind of scam always reported. MOST of the cases reported that the victim already transferred the money! And it is impossible to get back the money. Bank can only returned back the money if the owners of the account agree to do so or there is a court order.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guys, be careful that this kind of scam might happened to any of us!!!  Those guys are so professional and very convincing during calls. If you asked to shutdown your cell phone for updates by the service provider, ASK AROUND! Your friend should receive the same call.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Any Customer Service should introduce their NAME AT THE BEGINNING of the call. Ignore them if you don't get a name at the beginning of the call. If you received instructions from unrecognized number/person that you are not sure, make your own judgment. The BEST is DO NOT RESPONSE.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you cannot pickup your loved one's call, DO GIVE A CALLBACK immediately! Update your loved one with ALTERNATE CONTACT wherever you are.  If you think you are SMART that you cannot be cheated, You are wrong!  Be Safe and Stay Alert!    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31439437-5238770910129191918?l=ordinary-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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visibility: visible;" id="message449886359" class="undoreset clearfix" role="main"&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1281109726"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another one that came thru email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do You Believe This???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A girl went to her friends house and she&lt;br /&gt;ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't afraid because it was a small COMMUNITY and she lived&lt;br /&gt;only a few blocks away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As she walked along under the bike trail&lt;br /&gt;Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When she reached the alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided&lt;br /&gt;to take it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man&lt;br /&gt;standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Instantly acomforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her,&lt;br /&gt;she felt as though someone was walking with her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When she reachedthe end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived&lt;br /&gt;home safely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The following day, she read in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty&lt;br /&gt;minutes after she had been there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to&lt;br /&gt;weep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young&lt;br /&gt;woman, she decided to go to the police station.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a line-up to see if she could&lt;br /&gt;identify him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she&lt;br /&gt;had seen in the alley the night before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was&lt;br /&gt;anything they could do for her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She asked if they would ask the man one question.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the policeman asked him, he answered, 'Because she wasn't&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She had two tall men walking on either side of her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;People will not stand up for God..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Send this if you truly believe in God....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;PS: God is always&lt;br /&gt;there in your heart and loves you no matter what:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;'If you deny me in&lt;br /&gt;front of your friends, I shall deny you in front of my Father'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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When she                                  had filled her gas tank after paying at the pump                                  and about to leave, the attendant inside came                                  over the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;He told her that something                                  happened with her card and that she needed to                                  come inside to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The lady                                  was confused because the transaction was                                  completed and approved.. She told him that and                                  was getting ready to leave but the attendant                                  once again urged her to come in to pay or                                  else..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;She proceeded to go                                  inside and started arguing with the attendant                                  about his threat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He told                                  her to calm down and to listen                                  carefully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her that                                  while she was pumping gas, he saw a guy had                                  slipped into the back seat of her car and hid on                                  the other side.                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;He                                  had called the police.                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;She immediately became                                  scared and looked out there in time to see her                                  car door open and the guy slip out.                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The story went that it                                  has to do with a test for the new gang                                  initiation thing which requires one to bring                                  back a woman's body part.                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;One way they are doing                                  this is crawling into girls/women's cars while                                  the target is pumping gas or at the grocery                                  store at night time. Then, they will cut off the                                  victim's legs/ankles to disable them in order to                                  kidnap them, and later kill and dismember them.                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The other method is                                  slipping into unattended cars and kidnapping the                                  women for the same purpose..                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Please                                  pass this on to other women, young and old                                  alike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Ladies,                                  be extra careful when going into your parked car                                  at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Do not                                  park at lonely or secluded places at any time of                                  the day for the sake of free parking!                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 255); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;If at                                  all possible, don't drive alone at                                  night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;This                                  is real!  Kidnapping! Murder!                                  Dismemberment! These are all happening here in                                  Malaysia !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message:                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.. ALWAYS lock your car doors, even if                                  you're gone for just a second.&lt;br /&gt;2. Check                                  underneath your car when approaching it for                                  re-entry, and check in the back before getting                                  in.&lt;br /&gt;3. Always be aware of your surroundings                                  and other individuals in your general vicinity,                                  particularly at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31439437-8405159336856157965?l=ordinary-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tbUPeMrWnKXWirw1j9dfuOcJJEw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tbUPeMrWnKXWirw1j9dfuOcJJEw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OrdinaryWomanOrdinaryLife/~4/BvW6QAJpKj0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ordinary-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8405159336856157965/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31439437&amp;postID=8405159336856157965" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31439437/posts/default/8405159336856157965?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31439437/posts/default/8405159336856157965?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OrdinaryWomanOrdinaryLife/~3/BvW6QAJpKj0/caution-women-2.html" title="Caution Women 2" /><author><name>Magictree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188181582134452070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/2135/1600/Magic%20Tree.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ordinary-lives.blogspot.com/2009/07/caution-women-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GRn05fSp7ImA9WxJUEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31439437.post-2716095362865812480</id><published>2009-07-09T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:02:07.325-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-09T00:02:07.325-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><title>Kiwanis Charity Food and Funfair</title><content type="html">Care to do a little good deed? The ones really needs your help. Come and give your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-nSG3erN5E/SlWVzYvBCPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/iQ0aCu6G_Kg/s1600-h/Kiwanis+FLYER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-nSG3erN5E/SlWVzYvBCPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/iQ0aCu6G_Kg/s400/Kiwanis+FLYER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356352041872591090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31439437-2716095362865812480?l=ordinary-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was driving near the UE3,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Taman Miharja,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cheras&lt;br /&gt;&gt; when 2 men on a motorbike honked at me and pointed to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; passenger-side&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  I slowed down, not stopping but they kept honking and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pointing to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Finally, I stopped at the side of the road in front of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; UE3 complex.  The&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&gt; guys stopped and came down from their bike.  One had the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "BMW" name and logo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; on&lt;br /&gt;&gt; his blue shirt. While the other guy squatted in front of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the passenger-side&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wheel (I could not see him),  the "BMW" guy came&lt;br /&gt;&gt; to the passenger side.  My&lt;br /&gt;&gt; car&lt;br /&gt;&gt; is always locked when I drive and I lowered the passenger&lt;br /&gt;&gt; side&lt;br /&gt;&gt; window about 2 inch to talk with him.  Speaking in Malay,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; he told me my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wheel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; has smoke and oil.  I hesitated evaluating the situation,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and he then bend&lt;br /&gt;&gt; down&lt;br /&gt;&gt; at the wheel and came up showing me his finger with some&lt;br /&gt;&gt; oil on it.  He said&lt;br /&gt;&gt; my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; brake oil is leaking and cannot drive  and ask me to go&lt;br /&gt;&gt; down out to see the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wheel.  Pointing to Taman Pertama which is just nearby, I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; told him I stay&lt;br /&gt;&gt; there&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and will go to my mechanic there for check-up. He kept&lt;br /&gt;&gt; insisting I don't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; drive&lt;br /&gt;&gt; as my brakes are not working and can get an accident.  He&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kept asking me to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; go&lt;br /&gt;&gt; down and look at the wheel. I said no  and I drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Giving this "Good Samaritan" the benefit of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; doubt, I drove home very&lt;br /&gt;&gt; slowly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in case I really cannot brake the car. 10 min later I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; arrived at my mechanic&lt;br /&gt;&gt; shop which is quite near to my house.  I ask the mechanic&lt;br /&gt;&gt; if there is any&lt;br /&gt;&gt; oil&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in the wheel, he touched it and said yes and possible brake&lt;br /&gt;&gt; oil is leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  He&lt;br /&gt;&gt; took it into the workshop and took out the wheel. Lo and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; behold, there was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&gt; leak, all dry.  There was some oil at the brake pd and at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the back of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; tyre.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; He took out the driver-side tyre and it was dry too. He&lt;br /&gt;&gt; told me the only&lt;br /&gt;&gt; possible answer was that someone must have poured oil into&lt;br /&gt;&gt; my wheel. He&lt;br /&gt;&gt; washed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the tyres and cleaned up the oil and then I went off.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I didnt tell the mechanic what had happened earlier but&lt;br /&gt;&gt; putting 2 and 2&lt;br /&gt;&gt; together, I think I know what happened. The 2 guys stopped&lt;br /&gt;&gt; me.  While one&lt;br /&gt;&gt; was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; talking with me, the other guy squatting at the wheel must&lt;br /&gt;&gt; have poured some&lt;br /&gt;&gt; oil&lt;br /&gt;&gt; into my  wheel, making me think my car's brake oil was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; leaking and in panic,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; might go down and check (that's why he kept asking me&lt;br /&gt;&gt; to go down and see).&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If I had got out of  the car to see, the following things&lt;br /&gt;&gt; may have&lt;br /&gt;&gt; happened:-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 1.  one guy will drive off with my car (hoping in panic&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'll leave the car&lt;br /&gt;&gt; keys&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in the car) while the other will ride off in his motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2.  they will threaten and rob me (with or without injury)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3.  they will say they can repair my car very fast with no&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hassle and charge&lt;br /&gt;&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Looking at the crime situation in KL these days, I think&lt;br /&gt;&gt; either one of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; first&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2 possibilities will happen. Thank God, I was alert and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; didnt panic.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; So for you drivers in KL, please be careful and be alert at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; all times while&lt;br /&gt;&gt; driving.  Dont be so gullible and take all "Good&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Samaritan"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; word as true. If it happens drive to the nearest police&lt;br /&gt;&gt; station or mechanic&lt;br /&gt;&gt; workshop.  The worst thing that can happen is to buy 2&lt;br /&gt;&gt; brand new tyres (if tyres are kaput) or pay to repair for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the damage done to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; car.  Cheaper than your life or your car.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; So drive carefully.  Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31439437-8586068111733595999?l=ordinary-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7Vlv_GKX_OQLEQc3qB0HnIZi60s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7Vlv_GKX_OQLEQc3qB0HnIZi60s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OrdinaryWomanOrdinaryLife/~4/Z-7tnG_c21Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ordinary-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8586068111733595999/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31439437&amp;postID=8586068111733595999" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31439437/posts/default/8586068111733595999?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31439437/posts/default/8586068111733595999?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OrdinaryWomanOrdinaryLife/~3/Z-7tnG_c21Y/caution-women.html" title="Caution Women!" /><author><name>Magictree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188181582134452070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/2135/1600/Magic%20Tree.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ordinary-lives.blogspot.com/2009/03/caution-women.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNSHg_eyp7ImA9WxJbF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31439437.post-438820720028881396</id><published>2009-02-17T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:41:39.643-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-27T18:41:39.643-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><title>Nude Is The Word</title><content type="html">Not long ago in fact very long ago, I started this blog. Eventually, this blog was kind of abandoned. Decided to revive it some 2 weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a site counter and I know that I'm the only one visiting this blog. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wrote &lt;a href="http://ordinary-lives.blogspot.com/2009/02/nude-photos-danger.html"&gt;something&lt;/a&gt; and 'whoa! the meter went up at a rate which I never got even have even for this &lt;a href="http://mag2tree.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;. Actually, what I wrote was vague, I just want to keep my mind active else it becomes dormant by staying at home 24*7 and talking to kids most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a great number of surfers are looking for things like these!!!I am sorry if I've disappointed you and you were looking for pictures. Sorry that is not my intention. I don't bank on other people's misfortune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31439437-438820720028881396?l=ordinary-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uUEThZTyooUh9q6HgcVjgPa3WZg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uUEThZTyooUh9q6HgcVjgPa3WZg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OrdinaryWomanOrdinaryLife/~4/gi7UMB2uflo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ordinary-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7026671716144771396/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31439437&amp;postID=7026671716144771396" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31439437/posts/default/7026671716144771396?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31439437/posts/default/7026671716144771396?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OrdinaryWomanOrdinaryLife/~3/gi7UMB2uflo/when-kids-dont-want-mother.html" title="When Kids Don't Want Mother" /><author><name>Magictree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188181582134452070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6181/2135/1600/Magic%20Tree.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ordinary-lives.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-kids-dont-want-mother.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBRnw6fip7ImA9WxVSGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31439437.post-6846934375825151536</id><published>2009-01-14T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:37:37.216-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-14T19:37:37.216-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marketing" /><title>Nice Chicken?</title><content type="html">Normally when I go marketing, I will source for vegetables only. The buying or chicken and fish will  be done by my other half. Why? Because it is so heavy to carry mah...the chickens and the fish. We bought enough for 2 weeks supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, due to other half busy schedule, I will then do the 'chicken and fish buying'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this chicken seller, will normally cut open the 'kampong  chicken' and say&lt;br /&gt;" See, very nice !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will smile cos I really don't know how to see ....don't know whether she bluff me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how do you see that a chicken is nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31439437-6846934375825151536?l=ordinary-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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