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Make RM*** a day logging on to *******???

It's a dream come true for many people to have the ability to make money out of thin air. 

Heck it's even my dream too...

But, unlike some of my respected friends and colleagues, I believe that a money-making system has to be verifiable and sustainable. 

Reason? I've been burned before.

By whom? This ratty thieving company called IPC that market this ratty scheme called Em-Pay. How do you do it? May sound familiar to many of you. Buy in at so and so amount. Get people to buy in at so and so amount. Wait for the money to roll in. As long you keep on rolling in the suckers, you get their share of money. When you stop reeling in suckers, your money stops too.

Except with this ratty company, I didn't even get what I invested in back.


Anyhow, any of this sound familiar?

I'm sure it does.

Right now, there's a very successful one going round in a popular Social Networking Site (SNS). It sort of goes like this: Make RM*** a day logging on to *******.

At first glance it sounds promising. What does the advert tell you to do? Just log in, and get RM***. Simple right?

Actually no.

What happens is, you have to invest RM*** first, and when you get someone to invest under you, you get back a portion of the same amount. 

Ahh... So that's the catch. What then?

Well, all you have to do is keep getting more people to invest under you, and you keep getting money.

Ahh... But... What do you invest in?

Well... here is the best part - you invest in the license to make other people invest in the license to make other people invest in the license.

Huh?... Wait... so that means, I don't really invest in anything at all? 

No.. Sorry you don't. 

So how do you roll the money, as what you normally do in a legit business?

Sorry, you don't. You just take other people's money.

So what do you do when people start demanding returns?

Well, you tell them they are stupid, and say something like "How can you expect to make money if you don't get other people to invest??? Sheesh!".

Invest in what?

You know... the license to make other people invest in the license to make other people invest in the license.




I think I'll pass.

(Sorry to anyone who may feel slighted in anyway. This isn't about you guys. It's about my own personal experience. No offense yeah?)



Hafiz said…
couldnt agree more....
arsaili said…
salam bro...apa kabar..lama tak ke mari...hope u r doin ok....
well thats it..nothing is free and there is no easy way to make money in this world.
Razee Salleh said…
Hi Bro,

Nice!!! Made me want to laugh out loud.
Abdullah said…
hafiz - ditto..

Arsaili - yo bro.. wsalam.. long time no see. How're thing down under?

Razee - I think I sputtered out quite a few times when I was blogging this.. hehe

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