Thursday, May 24, 2007

Banking in Egypt . . .

Have you EVER experienced that your bank can not cash your paycheck, because you don’t have a bank-account???
I got a pay-check from abroad. A closed check that is. I have many times in my life got closed checks and I also used to write closed checks if I ever wrote checks. This is to prevent anybody else to be able to cash the check, if it got stolen.
So, I got a closed check from HSBC in UK and went to HSBC here in Egypt. I don’t have any bank account at the time. I have had several accounts in different banks here in Egypt, but found out that none of them are to be trusted, so I dropped it all together.
Once I had an account . . .
in Arab International Bank: When I should take out money or cash a check, they gave the money to the one behind me (a stranger) while I was signing for it and it was me who got thrown out, when I started shouting, because I had not got my money.

In commercial Bank Egypt: They gave the whole account to somebody else from Norway, with false signature and paper. She did not even have the same hand-style as me, and did not even have my name, Her name was (Carmen Furentcia!) but with the help from The Norwegian Embassy, they only handed over my account to her. That was the account of mine that was holding the major amount of my money. I never got it back. It was never anybody that found it necessary to help me.

In CityBank: They started to withdraw money for insurance directly from my account, without telling me or ask me if I was interested to have any insurance at all. THEY had decided that it was a good idea to have their insurance.

In Misr Bank: They gave the recite of received money to an unknown person behind me. That was at a time, when those recites was necessary when one should renew the visa. The stay was according to the amount you had taken out of your account in US$ for living, if you did not have work-permit.

In Pakistan International Bank of Egypt: I had given strictly, written order of that a part of my salary (from Pakistan International School, Cairo) should automatically be transferred to my account in Denmark, since I had dept there that should be paid. But with interference from the Norwegian Embassy, they had contradicted my order and instead ordered the money to themselves (to a person from the Norwegian Embassy). With the result that I came in big trouble in Denmark and lost my account in Denmark. The Norwegian Embassy also went to my school and ordered all my post censured. All my post went to the Norwegian Embassy, although I was by now a Danish citizen and connected to the Danish Embassy. (I had my mailing-address to my work, since I at that time lived in a collective.)
In some banks, like Pakistan International Bank, you even have to pay US$ 100,- to close the account.

So . . . Now I had this check from UK I wanted to cash in HSBC.
They can not cash a closed check unless you have an account in their bank. It cost LE 3000,- (US$ 521,74) to open an account. If you don’t have the money to open an account, then you can not get your money ! ! ! ! ! !
How stupid is that???
Have you ever heard anything like that before! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Is it like that in your country; where-ever you live in the world!?
I have never experienced anything even similar to this before, any place on earth, and I have by now traveled the earth quite well.

I didn’t get my money! ! ! ! ! . . . I had to send the check back again! . . . I lost my money!

Here in Egypt, it cost between US $ 500,- 1000,- to open an account. I have never experienced that before neither, that you have to pay to open an account. Do you have to pay to open an account in your country???

Tell me . . . Have I come to monkey-land or not???

It is no way that I want to open a new account in Egypt after these experiences, but I most certainly have the right to get my money and to cash any pay-check coming from any place in the world.
Am I right or wrong?

Sometimes, I am so engrossed by the stupidity, the lack of common sense, logical sense or ordinary individual line of thought and understanding, so I do wonder if this is genetically or educationally stupidity. If it is educationally, where do they learn to become that stupid?

Please . . . . I hope as many as possible will comment on this post. Even if you do it anonymous. Only remember to tell the country you are in.
It is important to me. . . . Thank you.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

We all feel it . . .
It's something in the air . . .

It goes towards the summer and all of us start to get busy with other things than being on the internet. One after one disappears. Gardening, holidays, school-events to attend (both for children and their parents) etc. etc.

We all have to show patient here and understand that although we disappear for some time, I think we will be popping in from time to time. At least, do as I have done, put you favorite bloggs on blog-line, so you can see when and who is updating their blog. And I hope . . . whoever disappear now, that we will see each-other again when Autumn comes.
I myself will also be busier as usually, but I will visit from time to time. So I hope we can stay in touch, in one or another way. You have my e-mail in my profile . . . just in case . . .

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

What kind of girl are you . . .

or your wife? . . .
-------are like apples---------
-----on trees. The best ones------
----are at the top of the tree.-----
----The boys don't want to reach------
--for the good ones because they---
-are afraid of falling and getting hurt.-
Instead, they get the rotten apples-
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples up top think
something's wrong w/ them when in
-reality they're amazing. They just--
---have to wait for the right boy to
---- come along, the one who's-----
------- brave enough to----------
----------climb all--------------
---------the way ------------
--------to the top----------
-------of the tree.--------

Sunday, May 20, 2007

We had rain the other day . . .

and I needed washing . . .

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in the Mall. She must have been about 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushesover the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Mall.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world.Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in

"Mom, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked.
"Lets run through the rain!" She repeated.

"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom,let's run through the rain,"

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and notget wet?"

"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.

Now, some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case.

They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. . . I ran. . . I got wet. I needed washing.

Friday, May 18, 2007

MAN . . . We do the best we can,
pleace be kind. . .


A woman dropped in unannounced at her son's house. Having knocked on the door she immediately walked in.
She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law lying on the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing, and the aroma of perfume filled the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm waiting for Justin to come home from work." The daughter-in-law answered.
"But you're naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed.
"This is my love dress," the daughter-in-law explained.
"Love dress? But you're naked!"
"Justin loves me to wear this dress," she explained. "Every time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic and ravages me for hours.
The mother-in-law left. When she got home she undressed, showered, put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD, and lay on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive. Finally, her husband came home. He walked in and saw her lying there so provocatively.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"This is my love dress," she whispered, sensually.
"Needs ironing," he said, "What's for dinner?"

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

4 years old killed his grand-dad . . .

The following story was told at the Sunday-school for the kids 4 ~ 7 years . . .

This family counted four married siblings and their old dad. The old man was sick and couldn’t live alone any longer, so it was decided that he should live for a while with each of his children. The problem was that none of the siblings really wanted him to live with them.
The young son in one of the families was listening to the grown ups talking about this problem.
The boy at 4 years old, went to his grand-dad and told him what he had heard.
The old man felt so sad and troubled that he took a heart-attack and died.

The Sunday-school teacher then told the children, that it was to the best for the old man, because now he was dead and had come to heaven.

I must say, I got somehow troubled when I heard this . . . Is this really a story for small children? Was this the correct way to tell the story??

What is your opinion? Do you have children going in Sunday-school, and would you like your children to hear this kind of stories?

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Welcome Arne . . .

Arne is “new” at Blogspot.
He is one of my friends from Yahoo360 and one of the very few blog-friends of mine, I am chatting with on messenger. He has bloggs many places and I invited him over here to continue his blog at Blogspot, since we both got “fed-up” at yahoo360.
He is a cheer person, also from Norway, lived his adult life in Canada and after retirement moved to Malaga, Spain.
His blog has always something for every mindset. He is honest and polite. Politeness is also the one and only thing he expects from you.
I have over the years got both compliments and correction from Arne, but always with caring mind.
I hope he will stay with us and update his blog.
So my friends, pop into his blog, welcome him and encourage him to continue at Blogspot.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Have you heard about the new
x-ray-camera? . . .

Warning women!!! Remember to keep your knickers on this summer . . . It's men with camera outside . . .


Sunday, May 13, 2007

Been at the doctor lately? . . .

Embarrassing Medical Exams told by new-educated doctors. . .

1. A man comes into the ER and yells, "My wife's going to have her baby in the cab!" I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly I noticed that there were several cabs, and I was in the wrong one.
Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald, San Francisco

2. At the beginning of my shift I placed a stethoscope on an elderly and slightly deaf female patient's anterior chest wall. "Big breaths," I instructed. "Yes, they used to be," replied the patient.
Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes, Seattle, WA

3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a "massive internal fart."
Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg

4. During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his medications. "Which one," I asked. "The patch. The nurse told me to put on a new one every six hours and now I'm running out of places to put it!" I had him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see. Yes, the man had over fifty patches on his body! Now, the instructions include removal of the old patch before applying a new one.
Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair, Norfolk, VA

5. While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, "How long have you been bedridden?" After a look of complete confusion she answered, "Why, not for about twenty years, when my husband was alive."
Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson-Corvallis, OR

6. I was performing rounds at the hospital one morning and while checking up on a woman I asked, "So how's your breakfast this morning?" It's very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get used to the taste," the patient replied. I then asked to see the jelly and the woman produced a foil packet labeled "KY Jelly."
Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf, Detroit, MI

AND FINALLY!!!................

7. As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB , I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams. To cover my embarrassment I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me. I looked up from my work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?" She replied, "No Doctor, but the song you were whistling was, "I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener."
Submittet by RN, no name

Friday, May 11, 2007

Once upon a time . . .
Some time ago I had a PodCast . . . It's like having your own radio-show. In the beginning it was quite funny. I don't know if it was the service itself, the internet or my computer . . . But more and more often the post wouldn't go through. Every time I should post it, it came a bug or when I posted it, the play-button didn't show up or it went so slowly, so the time run out and I had to make the program again and again, before the post went through.
As you can see if you go over, all the last 5 / 6 posts doesn't have play-button. (annoying) When I tried to tell about the book and read parcells from it. At the end, I had to write it down as a blog. But that was not the reason for opening a PodCast! (Know what i mean )
Because of all the trouble with the recording-process, it more and more often happened that I used up to 8 / 10 hours to make a 10 minutes post . . .
And that . . . I didn't have time for. So I closed it and decided to stick to the blog.
But if you want to hear my voice, click on my PodCast batch. You have to scroll all down to the post "The child of another brand" to find programs where the play-button works.
Enjoy !!!

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Hold your tongue . . .

It’s all about gossip. Do you gossip? Have you ever been exposed by gossip. Do you know how it feels to be exposed by gossip?

Most people believe that lying is wrong, and that’s one of the reasons so much gossip begins with “I heard” or “someone told me”. Attributing a statement to someone else take the responsibility for its accuracy away from the one speaking. Never the less . . . This doesn’t make it ethical to gossip.
In general, happy people spread positive gossip more often, and unhappy people spread negative gossip more often.
In general we tend to spread positive information about our allies and negative information about our enemies.

How can we stop gossiping?

~ Let the gossip stop with you. You can decide not to spread it further.
~ If you are not sure if something is gossip, go to the source and get the facts straight.
~ Use the Golden Rule: Talk about others in the same way you would like them to talk about you.
~ If you are not sure of what you are about to say is gossip. Ask yourself: “Do this person need to know this? Am I sure it’s true, accurate and helpful?”
~ Keep you tongue from speaking evil, and keep you lips from telling lies.
~ If you have nothing better to do that sit around talking about other people, you easy may wind up saying things you will regret later.
~ Ask yourself: “What is my motive for telling what I am about to tell?” If it is to get attention or make yourself more popular or important, then your motives are wrong and you should refrain from speaking

Monday, May 07, 2007

Biological warfare . . . ?
From China to Panama, a Trail of Poisoned Medicine

IN CHINA At least 18 people, most of them in Guangdong Province, died in a month last year after they ingested contaminated medicine.

Published: May 6, 2007 NY Times
The kidneys fail first. Then the central nervous system begins to misfire. Paralysis spreads, making breathing difficult, then often impossible without assistance. In the end, most victims die.

Chemical country The Taixing countryside in eastern China, near the Yangtze Delta. Forty-six barrels of toxic syrup followed a path from a factory in the nearby small town of Hengxiang to Panama.
Many of them are children, poisoned at the hands of their unsuspecting parents.
The syrupy poison, diethylene glycol, is an indispensable part of the modern world, an industrial solvent and prime ingredient in some antifreeze.
It is also a killer. And the deaths, if not intentional, are often no accident.
Over the years, the poison has been loaded into all varieties of medicine — cough syrup, fever medication, injectable drugs — a result of counterfeiters who profit by substituting the sweet-tasting solvent for a safe, more expensive syrup, usually glycerin, commonly used in drugs, food, toothpaste and other products.
Toxic syrup has figured in at least eight mass poisonings around the world in the past two decades. Researchers estimate that thousands have died. In many cases, the precise origin of the poison has never been determined. But records and interviews show that in three of the last four cases it was made in China, a major source of counterfeit drugs.

Panama is the most recent victim. Last year, government officials there unwittingly mixed diethylene glycol into 260,000 bottles of cold medicine — with devastating results. Families have reported 365 deaths from the poison, 100 of which have been confirmed so far. With the onset of the rainy season, investigators are racing to exhume as many potential victims as possible before bodies decompose even more.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Asking for job . . .

It is no such thing as a dress-code any more, is it??? Even at schools the teachers and school-administation start to react on the way students dress. It was a reason for that they started with school-uniform . . . Maybe we also should start with uniformed dress-code at work, since we by individual mind, don't understand to dress after situation.

What is your opinion?

Friday, May 04, 2007

I feel twisted, but good . . .


I have had a lot on my mind and a lot to do these last days . . .

As you know a couple of posts ago, I asked for help to publish my new book.
I got a lot of help and advices I am SO grateful for. (Not money, but help)
One told me to try to make self-publishing. I followed his advices and read everything carefully.
So now, with some problems along the “road” . . . I finally I have succeeded to convert my book into an eBook to almost half price. (In Scandinavia, it is less than half price.)
So I hope my friends, if you can help me further, please recommend my book to people. If you can put the ad (as it is on my site) on your site, please tell me so I can give you the html code. (I don't know how to put it in the post.)
Or you can copy the Ad below and go to "compose" (You maybe have to download the photo separat.) When you have the photo and text on compose, click "edit html" Then you get the html-code. Copy it and put it on you template. Then it will appear as seen below.

Get your copy as an eBook here to ½ price
click the link above

To my luck, I also have had good business in my massage-studio lately. I have been lucky enough to earn enough to buy a mattress to by bed. I have for 7 years now only had the cushions from my sofa as mattress. But since my back has been broken, after torture long time ago and the injury doesn’t get better by age, I started to feel the urge to make a mattress priority. (I am happy that I can move and walk at all.)
Finally, I also have the chance to get my teeth fixed. I have for 4 years been unable to get enough the money to make the crown I need. But a friend of mine has now said he will make it for 1/3 of the price.
If I’m lucky, I also even can get the reading-glasses I should have got 10 years ago.
The last year, my sight have dropped significant.

So, the luck has been with me . . . but not free of charge.

I am also lucky to have you as my friends.

Thank you all for your concern and help.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

We are not all alike . . .
Billy B. Cook . . . AKA: BBC

Supporting L>T . . .

A while back I made the poll “How shall we deal with blog - harassment”.
Some of my blog-friends have been harassed and some of have stopped blogging because of that. We all have been harassed by the same person and this person doesn’t have the politeness to stop, even when he is told to stay away.
I don’t remember how I came in contact with this person. But relative fast I got an e-mail warning about him and his strange behavior.
He looks as a nice, old man who only try to come in contact with people. So I let doubt come in the favor of the person.
He claims to be THE GOD.
He “says” that humanity is God in evolution . . . . But only as long as YOU don’t agree with him and say; “Yes, I also believe that I am a god/goddess in evolution .”
I did not even say that, but in my book “Tell Me Who I Am” which I sent a copy of to him, just because it may pear his belief.
He freaked out only by the title of the book.
The first chapters in the book is about “claimed” previous lives of mine, which came through under a regression by a hypnotizer/ doctor at the Air-force base in Norway. (Then to be counted to be a scientific correct event.)
At the time I did not even believe in multiple lives, but my “enemies” did, and they have used these information’s as a tool to legalize their evil against me throughout my life.
The title of the book came out of the idea: Am I who I know I am . . . or am I the one they say I am?? You read the book and . . . “Tell me who I am”
In one of my “claimed” previous lives I have been a goddess, you see. (I don't believe that, but they believed that.)
It was this “fact” that kicked the legs away under BBC.
He simply freaked out in a hysterical, psychopathic way.
From this minute he language changed to become insulting, full of swearing and cursing. Comments and e-mails came flowing with shouting; “YOU ARE NOT A GODDESS . YOU ARE A FUCKING, DELUSIONAT MONKEY . . . “
Etc. etc. etc . . .
It is not necessary to repeat all insulting . . . But in short term : I am a fucking, very sick, mental destroyed monkey that don’t have a clue about life, spirituality, or any subject of life. I am a lying, deceiving slut. The only thing I have in my mind, after his opinion is; I am a over-sexual, neurotic, whore that have only one thing in mind . . . sex, sex and more sex . . . with other monkeys.
(At least I have something on my mind.)

This post is to support L>T,
who also have a post about the problems she has to get rid of him. Also because my poll told me to write a post about the person making harassment.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

What the eye may not see . . .

We are always busy with denying what we can not see.
But see . . . It's a lot of things which are present although we normaly cannot see or hear it.
Like the sound barrier . . . We cannot see that it actually is a kind of wall controlling the sounds around. To human that means, it is a lot of sounds the human ear cannot hear.
But when an airoplane passes the sound barrier, a camera actually can capture "the wall".
As you SEE . . . The plane is actually passing through an "invisible" wall.

Do you want to deny it??? Explain it to be something else than what it is?? To normalize it to an extend so it's absolute abnormal???
Don't worry . . . That is normal . . .