Sunday, 21 April 2013

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Jesus, I can't wait 2 get 2 heaven n put on my white robe. It's going 2 b so existing, d greatest victory of my life - and I didN'T even do the hard part. You took care of dat 4 me whn U died on d cross! Lord, I can't wait 2 b with all of my family, my friends, n even all of my ancestors 4rm generation past. It's going 2 b so fascinating 2 learn abt where I came 4rm n 2 hear d stories of all those who hv gone b4 me. I can't wait 2 meet all d saints as well 2 finally discover their way of holiness. From d vir-gin Mary all the way down 2 Mother Teresa and John Paul II, I want 2 see through their eyes what it is like 2 have lived in such a deep union with you, jesus. I can't wait to join in the heavenly worship dat is constantly goin on b4 your throne, Lord. I wonder how similar it will b to our Sunday Mass? I wonder if the sense of joy and peace I get whn my pastor lifts up the Host at mass is Anytin like the joy I will experience see whn I put on my white robe n stand b4 you, singing your praises n rejoicing in your love and glory. Lord, I can't wait 2 experience dz! Most of all, Lord, I can't wait 2 finally see U face 2 face. I can't wait 2 thank you 4 coming in flesh. I can't wait 4 d day whn I can throw my arms around U and thank U 4 dying 4 my sin on d cross! Lord, I really don't knw wat heaven wil b like. But I do knw dat whn we proclaim d mystery of faith at mass 2dy, I wil say it just a bit more loudly than usual. I long 4 the day whn I can put on my white robe and with you forever! "Save us, Saviour of the world!"


Our God, thrice Holy, consuming fire, dwells in inapproachable light, King of Kings, Lord of Lords! Angels attend Him. The Host in heaven adore Him, He is Beauty personified, Has all power! And he bids us people to come worship Him and be blessed! Calls us friends, and covers our every moment, what a privilege to be called by Him by name: To be known by Him, accepted, and loved: Our God! Give Him heartfelt worship, He's good! He's God, and He's ours believer!


Boston bombers - who did it? Many believe the brothers were set up by the FBI.
Why did they not cover their faces or wear a hood?
Why did they not clear out of Boston?
Why no terrorist claim then publicity for the cause? Usually hear - we did it for the the following reasons!!!
Why so many 'Craft' private Special military operative at the marathon with black back packs matching the bomb holder.
Who is the Saudi Arabian?
What do Glenn Beck ( Radio Show Host) and 6 House of Representatives know and are going to reveal Monday?


Dear All ,
Pls find the following details from our country ! Let us to keep on our prayer more for USA in this moment ! In the name of Jesus ! Amen ! God bless all of us ! Amen !
Explosions Happening!
Come to the Shabbat Center this Friday!
From Philadelphia to Africa - Global Spheres is Influencing the World!
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Dear Watching Saints:

I believe all of us have followed the tragedy of the bombing at the Boston Marathon earlier this week, and are praying for those whose lives have been irrevocably changed. After this, last night there was a large explosion at a fertilizer plant in West, Texas.
In April 2011, I travelled up the East Coast for a series of meetings. As I was flying in (to New Jersey) I began to pray for Boston. On April 12, 2011, the Lord began to speak the following: "Boston is on My radar. Not only will there be explosions in Boston, I say My Spirit will come again and explode in that city! I say prepare the places for My explosions are to come. For I will explode My presence in Boston, and I will move from there to overtake New Hampshire and Maine. Get ready--an explosion of My Spirit is coming--but watch the signs from the explosion (in the natural) and be ready to move. Out of that explosion, from Maine (to all other states in New England) you will see every state--every original state--break its rebellion cord against Me. For these states have rebelled against Me, but now they will realign!"
We are now processing this prophetic word and asking exactly what it means for our nation. On July 12, 2012, Tiffany Smith and I began to prophesy about the explosions to come. We must remember that God does nothing without first revealing it to His prophets. Pray now! Explosions are happening!

Come to the Shabbat Center this Friday Night! What Path Will You Choose?
Tomorrow night we are going to have a wonderful time of food, music and entertainment in the Shabbat Center. I hope many of you will be able to join us as we thank the Lord for the week that is closing, and enter into the wholeness and opportunity of a new week. There will be coffee and espresso drinks as people arrive, and a time to light the Shabbat candles and release the blessings associated with Shabbat. There will be blues music by Ethan Pierce and the E Street Band, as well as a skit by Jonathan Dickson on serving two masters, followed by a great time of discussion . and more coffee and music and fellowship. We begin at 7 PM (CDT), and you are free to come and go as your schedule allows. We will also offer a live webcast for those who cannot join us tomorrow night in the Shabbat Center.

From Philadelphia to Africa - Global Spheres is Affecting the World!
I love to see how we are reaching out and making an impact not only here in north central Texas, but across our nation and the nations! This weekend we are hosting our second monthly gathering in Philadelphia. John and Sheryl Price will once again be anchoring these meetings which will include training, worship and ministry. If you are in the region or know of others in the area, please be sure to invite them to the Master Charter School in Philadelphia this Saturday at 11:30 AM, located at 35 S. 4th Street, in the historic section of Philadelphia.
John and Sheryl share: "We are so excited to have special guest Pastor Bob Muncey and members of his awesome evangelistic team from Delaware to help train us for street evangelism, with a supernatural thrust. We will be sending out teams with him, after a time of training. We will also have a team of intercessors being trained to pray for those out and about. Pastor George Cunard from the metro Philadelphia area will also be sharing what God is speaking to his heart about Philadelphia, at this time. Worship will be led by the His Hands Worship Team, and we are expecting God to meet us in a tremendous way. Join with us as we worship, pray and minister in Philadelphia! God is moving and using all of us to prepare the way for His glory coming to Philadelphia and the surrounding area!
Date: Saturday, April 20
Time: 11:30 AM
Place: The Mastery Charter School
35 S. 4th Street, Philadelphia, PA
2nd Fl. Gymnasium
Parking: diagonally across the street at the Bourse Parking Garage
Africa-The Glory is Spreading!
We have been focusing on Asia and Africa this year. Your giving and prayers are breaking us through in Africa. So far we have visited the Democratic Republic of Congo and Zambia, and will soon travel to Chad, Kenya and Nigeria. Here is a very brief highlight presented by Dr. Alemu Beeftu on the Global Spheres Apostolic Network Gathering in Zambia.
"I departed on March 19th for Zambia, to speak at Global Spheres Apostolic Network for Africa. The meeting took place in Kitwe, Zambia March 22-23. The gathering was to establish Global Spheres Apostolic Network, as well as preparing Zambia Christian leaders for the Year of Jubilee. Apostle Kure Emmanuel spoke on the Year of Jubilee for Zambia and explained the need for apostolic network through Global Spheres. His message was very powerful and prophetic for Zambia. He explained very clearly what Global Spheres Apostolic Network is and his roll in organizing such a network. Apostle Kure's message prepared the way for me to speak on the fire of God that we need in Africa.
"I spoke on the Elijah generation who are willing to restore the altar in churches in Africa, both for the fire of revival and the raining of God's blessings. The focus of my message was to call on leaders to step out through this network, to pay the price to bring back the glory of God to the churches of Africa, and also to be able to host His presence. It was a very powerful time. At the end, Apostle Kure and I prayed for leaders who signed up to be a part of Global Spheres Apostolic Network in Africa."
Personal Observation----I am very excited about the potential of Global Spheres Apostolic Network in Africa. I strongly feel that this is a very special season for Africa. The organization, Africa Union, is preparing to celebrate the Year of Jubilee. Therefore, what Apostle Kure is doing in building an apostolic network is very timely and important. Apostle Kure is wonderful man of God to work with. I like his heart, commitment and passion to make a difference in the kingdom of God in Africa. I enjoyed very much ministering with him and getting to know him. If we do this with the guidance of the Holy Spirit, we can make a greater impact on Christian leadership in Africa. In my opinion, in order to do this well, we need to do the following:
Continue establishing Global Spheres Apostolic Network by identifying committed Christian leaders to bring much needed transformation to the Body of Christ and advancing the kingdom of God in Africa.
Provide necessary training to produce "Transformed Leaders For the Purpose of Transforming Leadership" for those who are and will be a part of the network. Without focused training, it will become event oriented, instead of a movement that will enhance kingdom work in Africa. Therefore, what I believe we need at this stage are purposeful gatherings, even more than network gatherings, to have a lasting impact.
If you would like to give to the ongoing work of this ministry you can donate online, by calling our office at 1-888-965-1099 or 1-940-382-7231, or by postal mailing your donation to Glory of Zion, PO Box 1601, Denton TX 76202.
Blessings,
Chuck D. Pierce
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The host of television show, Man vs. Wild, Bear Grylls, once fell out of an airplane, his parachute failed and he survived.


Cancer Horoscope for April 21, 2013
Accepting quiet support is the key to getting your way without forcing the issue. Spread the burden, share the load, and lead the way. You know you're right, so others follow as a matter of course, simply because they agree. Even if final goals are not shared, methods are, helping all to move in step.
Cancer Love Horoscope
Relationships are very satisfying and loving, and you may also wish to invite company into your home. The role of gracious host or hostess suits you very well right now. Throw a party or just invite some friends over to watch a movie and munch on popcorn. It's a kick back type of mood.


I was made to sit through the film 'The Host' last night just because it's from the same writer as 'The Twilight Saga'...What a crock of shite that was too, saying that, John Savory will probably love it ;-)


I'm going to see The Host (MOVIE) today! yay!

~MrsOdair


OMGOSH!!!! I'm crying like a baby near the end of The Host!!!!! GAHHHH!!!


The keyboard, a double bladed sword, a mechanism for a society hellbent on seeing the end of privacy. Attach a keyboard to the internet and what do you get? CyberSalman Khan. Political rants. And a distaste for humanity. If there was one thing that could save me from myself she... she failed to do her job. Yet I spend my whole life making up for mistakes I never made? Fuck. I know men that would and could treat me better romantically and financially. But do I stoop to the principal of favor for a favor?! Do I dare stretch fabric already stretched? I'm pissed you DQ'd my right to serve the country I'm pissed you took my third amendment right I'm pissed you pay me to sit on my ass a fucking penny a second the shit I go through you should be paying me the whole entire fucking economy a second cuz if you did maybe then people might actually have something worth having not this fucking gimmick of a talk show you and I are all involved in. America? It's called fucking Hollywood. America is just the corporation that provides Hollywood the lavish expenses and time to do with what they want. Someone I should have never cheated told me once, she said, just because you can doesn't mean you should, she also told me that there are more important things than Salman Khan. A, no shit, B ya good point about the can and should part but C... Even when you're right you can still be wrong. So I tell myself. As I sit here and devolve day by day. I want to not off and never wake up but guess what, apparently this is too much fun cuz I KEEP WAKING UP everytime I go to bed... You think I'm joking, REM sleep kicks ass compared to my life, I'm not knocking yours or the fact that I'm not some celebrity, athlete, politician, Salman Khan star talk show host, Starbucks employee, fuck even a fucking prison inmate does more for this world than I do... least THEY go pickup trash that you fuckin litter all over the fuckin earth! o no trash can rollin down the hiway at 80? just throw it out the window NO! FUCK YOU!


Is that time!!!! Bridal fair Tuesday. Come see why we're so excited to host your wedding at Stardance. You won't want to leave!!!!


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I don't know what the prize is and that makes me want it more.


Windows 8 Blue update will come with a host of new features, such as being able to change the background color on the Metro UI, multitasking within Metro and adjusting app sizes (up to four at a time) and the ability to change the tile sizes larger or smaller than they currently are.

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Omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!Stephenie Meyer's "The Host" is coming as MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!Saw the trailer.seems great........


Used to be Host of MTV Asia,Donita Rose ,and the very first Filipino senator of Canada,Conrad Santos. #dancedthenightwiththeseguys


Hi All,
The English translation of Uri's comments:
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Hi Asher,
I’m aware that you are about to host Hanan in Melbourne with a performance on 1/5, so I wanted to write you how much we enjoyed a lovely concert with Hanan on Friday night at “Yad Labanim” in Kiryat Tivon.

With personal stories tied into the performance, he easily connected to the audience and it was a wonderful evening – over 3 hours of charming music and commentary.
I’m also copying in a couple of friends so that you can send them details of the Melbourne concert. Amazing that we knew about the Melbourne concert and couldn’t come, only to finally enjoy him here near Haifa.

I have no dount that you will have a wonderful evening and I hope that he’ll bring his book/disk “Sidur Ishi”. (Yes he will.) This book is testament to Hanan’s ability and substance – and he didn’t even pay me for these comments… he doesn’t know that I’ve written to you.

Best wishes,
Uri


Friday, April 19, 2013
ACN fuses into APC at convention in Lagos

By Abiodun Fanoro, Dele Fanimo, Kamal Tayo-Oropo and Seye Olumide


Olusegun Osoba (left); Muhammadu Buhari, Bisi Akande; Bola Tinubu, Nuhu Ribadu at the ACN national convention

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* Why PDP must go, by Buhari, Akande, Onu, Momoh, others

MOVES to forge a formidable mega party in the country Thursday received a boost, as the Action Congress of Nigeria (ACN) at its national convention in Lagos okayed its fusion into the Alliance for Progressive Change (APC).

Also at the convention, former Head of State and presidential candidate of the Congress for Progressive Change (CPC) in 2011, Gen. Muhammadu Buhari, the party's National Chairman, Prince Tony Momoh; the ACN National Chairman, Chief Bisi Akande; his All Nigeria Peoples Party (ANPP) counterpart, Dr. Ogbonnaya Onu and former Lagos State Governor, Bola Ahmed Tinubu; echoed the need to vote out what they called the 'visionless ruling PDP' in 2015.

Indeed, at exactly 1.36 p.m., the curtain was drawn on ACN through a motion moved by its National Organising Secretary, Alhaji Abubakar Kari and seconded by Mrs. Tonia Adon from Ebonyi State.

Moving the motion for the dissolution of the party, Kari from Gombe State announced that the proposed merger with CPC, ANPP and All Progressive Grand Alliance (APGA) has been resolved and is hereby approved by the National Executive Council (NEC).

Kari said: "I hereby move that the proposed merger with ANPP, CPC and APGA is hereby accepted and adopted. Secondly, that the provision of section 84 of the Electoral Act 2010 as amended is hereby resolved that the proposed congress of ACN with ANPP, CPC and APGA is hereby approved, that the name of the party APC as approved by NEC is hereby approved, that consequent upon the conclusion of the merger, the name of the party shall be called All Progressive Congress (APC) and lastly the manifesto, constitution, logo, programme and other insignia of the merger party APC as adopted by our NEC is hereby approved, I so moved."

On the ratification of expulsion of some members, Uche Onyagocha from Owerri, Imo State, moved the motion for the expulsion of Mohammed Soba from Kaduna State backing it with reference to Article 9.4 of ACN constitution and was seconded by the Lagos State chairman, Chief Henry Ajomale.

The party's National Legal Adviser, Dr. Muiz Banire, also announced the ratification of new 4,761 delegates into the forum, while he also moved the motion to ratify the merger.

According to him, "the national convention of ACN held on April 18, 2013 is in total realisation of the merger. All actions approved shall be regarded as the decision by the national leaders of the party."

The motion was seconded by Kenneth Kobani from Rivers State.

In his speech, Akande described the merger as a bold step that would eventually lead to the total transformation of the country.

According to him: "The convention has set in motion one of the required steps that would bring together the process of positive change in Nigeria."

He added that the successful merger of the party with others and transformation to APC was the first bold step towards wrestling power from the ruling party and turning it to an opposition party.

He stressed: "There is no gainsaying, the fact, that the merger of leading opposition parties, which has reached an advanced stage, is already a fait accompli. The urgent need for change and the crushing desire to rescue our country from decay compelled us to act quickly to provide an alternative leadership for Nigeria. This endeavour has become necessary given the efforts of the ruling party to stifle democracy and destroy its institutions.

"We must not entertain any weariness or surrender to sentiments or blackmail in this enterprise, mindful that the merger is strange, new and unique in Nigeria and that the law did not envisage the ambush being placed on our ways. But we shall overcome. This merger has come to stay!

"The leadership of our great party after deep deliberations and consultations and in view of the current political reality is convinced that a merger is the way to go. We have threaded this path before. We are wiser, smarter and more prepared to make the sacrifices that this process requires for the sake of our country.

"This is the kind of tradition I would urge us to re-establish in the new family, All Progressive Congress (APC). The next few changes of the merger are the final bold steps that will position us politically for greater gains and deliver one of the most formidable political platforms in post independent Nigeria.

"In over 13 years that the PDP has been in power, not only has it failed to deliver on its promises, it has infected all institutions of state with its moral infirmity, aversion to the rule of law and entrenched monumental corruption never seen in the history of this country. Today, our country has become a society where the safety of life and property is at its lowest ebb and poverty level at its highest. Nigerians are waiting patiently but with bated breath, to see the successful outcome of the merger talks. We must never let them down. We must rise above pettiness and personal ambitions and put the greater interest of this nation over any other thing else, for this is the only guarantee, to salvaging Nigeria from the precipice", Akande further stressed.

In the same vein, the former Governor of Lagos State, Bola Ahmed Tinubu, commended the leaders of the merging parties over their commitment to seeing that Nigeria does not end up as a failed state.

He particularly applauded their determination to make great sacrifice to surrender their individual parties, their identities to form a larger party just for the masses from the poor administration of the ruling PDP.

According to him, "if we fail to move fast now and form a larger party that would be strong enough to oust PDP or put it on its toes, history will not forgive us."

Buhari said the most topical issue in the country today was the merger.

In his goodwill message, National Chairman, CPC, Prince Tony Momoh, urged party chieftains and supporters to shelve their differences and come together to work for the party in the next general elections.

He said rather than forcefully impose itself on the electorate through election rigging, APC would work with the toiling masses, mobilise them towards reversing the current situation typified by poverty, corruption, high crime rate, among others in the polity.

Onu said that unlike previous mergers, which did not work, the current one would turn things around for Nigerians.

According to him, the ruling party should begin to disengage from power in 2015 and prepare for its imminent role as opposition party.

Onu stated that with the merger, the country would experience monumental change never witnessed in the country.

Lagos State Governor Babatunde Fashola, who was obviously elated playing host to the gathering, also stressed: "This gathering is a historical decision to provide a political alternative. I am proud to be a delegate at this historic convention and for Lagos being the venue of this history."

However, while reiterating the need for the merger, he said: "Proscription of other political parties is not necessarily the only condition for one-party state, but the absence of strong alternative choice is a major ingredient. The APC is an alternative choice, which would be put to test in the coming Anambra State election".

Making a snide remark on the alleged effort by the PDP merging with the INEC, while other parties were merging, Fashola said it was in the interest of the electoral commission and the country at large for INEC to remain impartial.

Fashola faulted the PDP's boast of winning at least 32 states of the federation in the next election, saying that "the most successful football team in the world cannot be so specific on the number of goals it is going to score against its opponent, except if it is so sure that the system had been compromised."


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Q.6}which of the following cities will host the
2016 Olympics?
A.Chicago
B.Tokyo
C.Madrid
D.Rio de Janeiro


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One of my personal favorites.
"Psychosis"
Sunday

I’m not sure why I’m writing this down on paper and not on my computer. I guess I’ve just noticed some odd things. It’s not that I don’t trust the computer… I just… need to organize my thoughts. I need to get down all the details somewhere objective, somewhere I know that what I write can’t be deleted or… changed… not that that’s happened. It’s just… everything blurs together here, and the fog of memory lends a strange cast to things…

I’m starting to feel cramped in this small apartment. Maybe that’s the problem. I just had to go and choose the cheapest apartment, the only one in the basement. The lack of windows down here makes day and night seem to slip by seamlessly. I haven’t been out in a few days because I’ve been working on this programming project so intensively. I suppose I just wanted to get it done. Hours of sitting and staring at a monitor can make anyone feel strange, I know, but I don’t think that’s it.

I’m not sure when I first started to feel like something was odd. I can’t even define what it is. Maybe I just haven’t talked to anyone in awhile. That’s the first thing that crept up on me. Everyone I normally talk to online while I program has been idle, or they’ve simply not logged on at all. My instant messages go unanswered. The last e-mail I got from anybody was a friend saying he’d talk to me when he got back from the store, and that was yesterday. I’d call with my cell phone, but reception’s terrible down here. Yeah, that’s it. I just need to call someone. I’m going to go outside.



Well, that didn’t work so well. As the tingle of fear fades, I’m feeling a little ridiculous for being scared at all. I looked in the mirror before I went out, but I didn’t shave the two-day stubble I’ve grown. I figured I was just going out for a quick cell phone call. I did change my shirt, though, because it was lunchtime, and I guessed that I’d run into at least one person I knew. That didn’t end up happening. I wish it did.

When I went out, I opened the door to my small apartment slowly. A small feeling of apprehension had somehow already lodged itself in me, for some indefinable reason. I chalked it up to having not spoken to anyone but myself for a day or two. I peered down the dingy grey hallway, made dingier by the fact that it was a basement hallway. On one end, a large metal door led to the building’s furnace room. It was locked, of course. Two dreary soda machines stood by it; I bought a soda from one the first day I moved in, but it had a two year old expiration date. I’m fairly sure nobody knows those machines are even down here, or my cheap landlady just doesn’t care to get them restocked.

I closed my door softly, and walked the other direction, taking care not to make a sound. I have no idea why I chose to do that, but it was fun giving in to the strange impulse not to break the droning hum of the soda machines, at least for the moment. I got to the stairwell, and took the stairs up to the building’s front door. I looked through the heavy door’s small square window, and received quite the shock: it was definitely not lunchtime. City-gloom hung over the dark street outside, and the traffic lights at the intersection in the distance blinked yellow. Dim clouds, purple and black from the glow of the city, hung overhead. Nothing moved, save the few sidewalk trees that shifted in the wind. I remember shivering, though I wasn’t cold. Maybe it was the wind outside. I could vaguely hear it through the heavy metal door, and I knew it was that unique kind of late-night wind, the kind that was constant, cold, and quiet, save for the rhythmic music it made as it passed through countless unseen tree leaves.

I decided not to go outside.

Instead, I lifted my cell phone to the door’s little window, and checked the signal meter. The bars filled up the meter, and I smiled. Time to hear someone else’s voice, I remember thinking, relieved. It was such a strange thing, to be afraid of nothing. I shook my head, laughing at myself silently. I hit speed-dial for my best friend Amy’s number, and held the phone up to my ear. It rang once… but then it stopped. Nothing happened. I listened to silence for a good twenty seconds, then hung up. I frowned, and looked at the signal meter again – still full. I went to dial her number again, but then my phone rang in my hand, startling me. I put it up to my ear.

“Hello?” I asked, immediately fighting down a small shock at hearing the first spoken voice in days, even if it was my own. I had gotten used to the droning hum of the building’s inner workings, my computer, and the soda machines in the hallway. There was no response to my greeting at first, but then, finally, a voice came.

“Hey,” said a clear male voice, obviously of college age, like me. “Who’s this?”

“John,” I replied, confused.

“Oh, sorry, wrong number,” he replied, then hung up.

I lowered the phone slowly and leaned against the thick brick wall of the stairwell. That was strange. I looked at my received calls list, but the number was unfamiliar. Before I could think on it further, the phone rang loudly, shocking me yet again. This time, I looked at the caller before I answered. It was another unfamiliar number. This time, I held the phone up to my ear, but said nothing. I heard nothing but the general background noise of a phone. Then, a familiar voice broke my tension.

“John?” was the single word, in Amy’s voice.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey, it’s you,” I replied.

“Who else would it be?” she responded. “Oh, the number. I’m at a party on Seventh Street, and my phone died just as you called me. This is someone else’s phone, obviously.”

“Oh, ok,” I said.

“Where are you?” she asked.

My eyes glanced over the drab white-washed cylinder block walls and the heavy metal door with its small window.

“At my building,” I sighed. “Just feeling cooped up. I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“You should come here,” she said, laughing.

“Nah, I don’t feel like looking for some strange place by myself in the middle of the night,” I said, looking out the window at the silent windy street that secretly scared me just a tiny bit. “I think I’m just going to keep working or go to bed.”

“Nonsense!” she replied. “I can come get you! Your building is close to Seventh Street, right?”

“How drunk are you?” I asked lightheartedly. “You know where I live.”

“Oh, of course,” she said abruptly. “I guess I can’t get there by walking, huh?”

“You could if you wanted to waste half an hour,” I told her.

“Right,” she said. “Ok, have to go, good luck with your work!”

I lowered the phone once more, looking at the numbers flash as the call ended. Then, the droning silence suddenly reasserted itself in my ears. The two strange calls and the eerie street outside just drove home my aloneness in this empty stairwell. Perhaps from having seen too many scary movies, I had the sudden inexplicable idea that something could look in the door’s window and see me, some sort of horrible entity that hovered at the edge of aloneness, just waiting to creep up on unsuspecting people that strayed too far from other human beings. I knew the fear was irrational, but nobody else was around, so… I jumped down the stairs, ran down the hallway into my room, and closed the door as swiftly as I could while still staying silent. Like I said, I feel a little ridiculous for being scared of nothing, and the fear has already faded. Writing this down helps a lot – it makes me realize that nothing is wrong. It filters out half-formed thoughts and fears and leaves only cold, hard facts. It’s late, I got a call from a wrong number, and Amy’s phone died, so she called me back from another number. Nothing strange is happening.

Still, there was something a little off about that conversation. I know it could have just been the alcohol she’d had… or was it even her that seemed off to me? Or was it… yes, that was it! I didn’t realize it until this moment, writing these things down. I knew writing things down would help. She said she was at a party, but I only heard silence in the background! Of course, that doesn’t mean anything in particular, as she could have just gone outside to make the call. No… that couldn’t be it either. I didn’t hear the wind! I need to see if the wind is still blowing!

Monday

I forgot to finish writing last night. I’m not sure what I expected to see when I ran up the stairwell and looked out the heavy metal door’s window. I’m feeling ridiculous. Last night’s fear seems hazy and unreasonable to me now. I can’t wait to go out into the sunlight. I’m going to check my email, shave, shower, and finally get out of here! Wait… I think I heard something.



It was thunder. That whole sunlight and fresh air thing didn’t happen. I went out into the stairwell and up the stairs, only to find disappointment. The heavy metal door’s little window showed only flowing water, as torrential rain slammed against it. Only a very dim, gloomy light filtered in through the rain, but at least I knew it was daytime, even if it was a grey, sickly, wet day. I tried looking out the window and waiting for lightning to illuminate the gloom, but the rain was too heavy and I couldn’t make out anything more than vague weird shapes moving at odd angles in the waves washing down the window. Disappointed, I turned around, but I didn’t want to go back to my room. Instead, I wandered further up the stairs, past the first floor, and the second. The stairs ended at the third floor, the highest floor in the building. I looked through the glass that ran up the outer wall of the stairwell, but it was that warped, thick kind that scatters the light, not that there was much to see through the rain to begin with.

I opened the stairwell door and wandered down the hallway. The ten or so thick wooden doors, painted blue a long time ago, were all closed. I listened as I walked, but it was the middle of the day, so I wasn’t surprised that I heard nothing but the rain outside. As I stood there in the dim hallway, listening to the rain, I had the strange fleeting impression that the doors were standing like silent granite monoliths erected by some ancient forgotten civilization for some unfathomable guardian purpose. Lightning flashed, and I could have sworn that, for just a moment, the old grainy blue wood looked just like rough stone. I laughed at myself for letting my imagination get the best of me, but then it occurred to me that the dim gloom and lightning must mean there was a window somewhere in the hallway. A vague memory surfaced, and I suddenly recalled that the third floor had an alcove and an inset window halfway down the floor’s hallway.

Excited to look out into the rain and possibly see another human being, I quickly walked over to the alcove, finding the large thin glass window. Rain washed down it, as with the front door’s window, but I could open this one. I reached a hand out to slide it open, but hesitated. I had the strangest feeling that if I opened that window, I would see something absolutely horrifying on the other side. Everything’s been so odd lately… so I came up with a plan, and I came back here to get what I needed. I don’t seriously think anything will come of it, but I’m bored, it’s raining, and I’m going stir crazy. I came back to get my webcam. The cord isn’t long enough to reach the third floor by any means, so instead I’m going to hide it between the two soda machines in the dark end of my basement hallway, run the wire along the wall and under my door, and put black duct tape over the wire to blend it in with the black plastic strip that runs along the base of the hallway’s walls. I know this is silly, but I don’t have anything better to do…

Well, nothing happened. I propped open the hallway-to-stairwell door, steeled myself, then flung the heavy front door wide open and ran like hell down the stairs to my room and slammed the door. I watched the webcam on my computer intently, seeing the hallway outside my door and most of the stairwell. I’m watching it right now, and I don’t see anything interesting. I just wish the camera’s position was different, so that I could see out the front door. Hey! Somebody’s online!



I got out an older, less functional webcam that I had in my closet to video chat with my friend online. I couldn’t really explain to him why I wanted to video chat, but it felt good to see another person’s face. He couldn’t talk very long, and we didn’t talk about anything meaningful, but I feel much better. My strange fear has almost passed. I would feel completely better, but there was something… odd… about our conversation. I know that I’ve said that everything has seemed odd, but… still, he was very vague in his responses. I can’t recall one specific thing that he said… no particular name, or place, or event… but he did ask for my email address to keep in touch. Wait, I just got an email.

I’m about to go out. I just got an email from Amy that asked me to meet her for dinner at ‘the place we usually go to.’ I do love pizza, and I’ve just been eating random food from my poorly stocked fridge for days, so I can’t wait. Again, I feel ridiculous about the odd couple of days I’ve been having. I should destroy this journal when I get back. Oh, another email.



Oh my god. I almost left the email and opened the door. I almost opened the door. I almost opened the door, but I read the email first! It was from a friend I hadn’t heard from in a long time, and it was sent to a huge number of emails that must have been every person he had saved in his address list. It had no subject, and it said, simply:

"seen with your own eyes don’t trust them they"

What the hell is that supposed to mean? The words shock me, and I keep going over and over them. Is it a desperate email sent just as… something happened? The words are obviously cut off without finishing! On any other day I would have dismissed this as spam from a computer virus or something, but the words… seen with your own eyes! I can’t help but read over this journal and think back on the last few days and realize that I have not seen another person with my own eyes or talked to another person face to face. The webcam conversation with my friend was so strange, so vague, so… eerie, now that I think about it. Was it eerie? Or is the fear clouding my memory? My mind toys with the progression of events I’ve written here, pointing out that I have not been presented with one single fact that I did not specifically give out unsuspectingly. The random ‘wrong number’ that got my name and the subsequent strange return call from Amy, the friend that asked for my email address… I messaged him first when I saw him online! And then I got my first email a few minutes after that conversation! Oh my god! That phone call with Amy! I said over the phone – I said that I was within half an hour’s walk of Seventh Street! They know I’m near there! What if they’re trying to find me?! Where is everyone else? Why haven’t I seen or heard anyone else in days?

No, no, this is crazy. This is absolutely crazy. I need to calm down. This madness needs to end.



I don’t know what to think. I ran about my apartment furiously, holding my cell phone up to every corner to see if it got a signal through the heavy walls. Finally, in the tiny bathroom, near one ceiling corner, I got a single bar. Holding my phone there, I sent a text message to every number in my list. Not wanting to betray anything about my unfounded fears, I simply sent:

You seen anyone face to face lately?

At that point, I just wanted any reply back. I didn’t care what the reply was, or if I embarrassed myself. I tried to call someone a few times, but I couldn’t get my head up high enough, and if I brought my cell phone down even an inch, it lost signal. Then I remembered the computer, and rushed over to it, instant messaging everyone online. Most were idle or away from their computer. Nobody responded. My messages grew more frantic, and I started telling people where I was and to stop by in person for a host of barely passable reasons. I didn’t care about anything by that point. I just needed to see another person!

I also tore apart my apartment looking for something that I might have missed; some way to contact another human being without opening the door. I know it’s crazy, I know it’s unfounded, but what if? WHAT IF? I just need to be sure! I taped the phone to the ceiling in case

Tuesday

THE PHONE RANG! Exhausted from last night’s rampage, I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to the phone ringing, and ran into the bathroom, stood on the toilet, and flipped open the phone taped to the ceiling. It was Amy, and I feel so much better. She was really worried about me, and apparently had been trying to contact me since the last time I talked to her. She’s coming over now, and, yes, she knows where I am without me telling her. I feel so embarrassed. I am definitely throwing this journal away before anyone sees it. I don’t even know why I’m writing in it now. Maybe it’s just because it’s the only communication I’ve had at all since… god knows when. I look like hell, too. I looked in the mirror before I came back in here. My eyes are sunken, my stubble is thicker, and I just look generally unhealthy.

My apartment is trashed, but I’m not going to clean it up. I think I need someone else to see what I’ve been through. These past few days have NOT been normal. I am not one to imagine things. I know I have been the victim of extreme probability. I probably missed seeing another person a dozen times. I just happened to go out when it was late at night, or the middle of the day when everyone was gone. Everything’s perfectly fine, I know this now. Plus, I found something in the closet last night that has helped me tremendously: a television! I set it up just before I wrote this, and it’s on in the background. Television has always been an escape for me, and it reminds me that there’s a world beyond these dingy brick walls.

I’m glad Amy’s the only one that responded to me after last night’s frantic pestering of everyone I could contact. She’s been my best friend for years. She doesn’t know it, but I count the day that I met her among one of the few moments of true happiness in my life. I remember that warm summer day fondly. It seems a different reality from this dark, rainy, lonely place. I feel like I spent days sitting in that playground, much too old to play, just talking with her and hanging around doing nothing at all. I still feel like I can go back to that moment sometimes, and it reminds me that this damn place is not all that there is… finally, a knock on the door!



I thought it was odd that I couldn’t see her through the camera I hid between the two soda machines. I figured that it was bad positioning, like when I couldn’t see out the front door. I should have known. I should have known! After the knock, I yelled through the door jokingly that I had a camera between the soda machines, because I was embarrassed myself that I had taken this paranoia so far. After I did that, I saw her image walk over to the camera and look down at it. She smiled and waved.

“Hey!” she said to the camera brightly, giving it a wry look.

“It’s weird, I know,” I said into the mic attached to my computer. “I’ve had a weird few days.”

“Must have,” she replied. “Open the door, John.”

I hesitated. How could I be sure?

“Hey, humor me a second here,” I told her through the mic. “Tell me one thing about us. Just prove to me you’re you.”

She gave the camera a weird look.

“Um, alright,” she said slowly, thinking. “We met randomly at a playground when we were both way too old to be there?”

I sighed deeply as reality returned and fear faded. God, I’d been so ridiculous. Of course it was Amy! That day wasn’t anywhere in the world except in my memory. I’d never even mentioned it to anyone, not out of embarrassment, but out of a strange secret nostalgia and a longing for those days to return. If there was some unknown force at work trying to trick me, as I feared, there was no way they could know about that day.

“Haha, alright, I’ll explain everything,” I told her. “Be right there.”

I ran to my small bathroom and fixed my hair as best I could. I looked like hell, but she would understand. Snickering at my own unbelievable behavior and the mess I’d made of the place, I walked to the door. I put my hand on the doorknob and gave the mess one last look. So ridiculous, I thought. My eyes traced over the half-eaten food lying on the ground, the overflowing trash bin, and the bed I’d tipped to the side looking for… God knows what. I almost turned to the door and opened it, but my eyes fell on one last thing: the old webcam, the one I used for that eerily vacant chat with my friend.

Its silent black sphere lay haphazardly tossed to the side, its lens pointed at the table where this journal lay. An overwhelming terror took me as I realized that if something could see through that camera, it would have seen what I just wrote about that day. I asked her for any one thing about us, and she chose the only thing in the world that I thought they or it did not know… but IT DID! IT DID KNOW! IT COULD HAVE BEEN WATCHING ME THE WHOLE TIME!

I didn’t open the door. I screamed. I screamed in uncontrollable terror. I stomped on the old webcam on the floor. The door shook, and the doorknob tried to turn, but I didn’t hear Amy’s voice through the door. Was the basement door, made to keep out drafts, too thick? Or was Amy not outside? What could have been trying to get in, if not her? What the hell is out there?! I saw her on my computer through the camera outside, I heard her on the speakers through the camera outside, but was it real?! How can I know?! She’s gone now – I screamed, and shouted for help! I piled up everything in my apartment against the front door –

Friday

At least I think that it’s Friday. I broke everything electronic. I smashed my computer to pieces. Every single thing on there could have been accessed by network access, or worse, altered. I’m a programmer, I know. Every little piece of information I gave out since this started – my name, my email, my location – none of it came back from outside until I gave it out. I’ve been going over and over what I wrote. I’ve been pacing back and forth, alternating between stark terror and overpowering disbelief. Sometimes I’m absolutely certain some phantom entity is dead set on the simple goal of getting me to go outside. Back to the beginning, with the phone call from Amy, she was effectively asking me to open the door and go outside.

I keep running through it in my head. One point of view says I’ve acted like a madman, and all of this is the extreme convergence of probability – never going outside at the right times by pure luck, never seeing another person by pure chance, getting a random nonsense email from some computer virus at just the right time. The other point of view says that extreme convergence of probability is the reason that whatever’s out there hasn’t gotten me already. I keep thinking: I never opened the window on the third floor. I never opened the front door, until that incredibly stupid stunt with the hidden camera after which I ran straight to my room and slammed the door. I haven’t opened my own solid door since I flung open the front door of the building. Whatever’s out there – if anything’s out there – never made an ‘appearance’ in the building before I opened the front door. Maybe the reason it wasn’t in the building already was that it was elsewhere getting everyone else… and then it waited, until I betrayed my existence by trying to call Amy… a call which didn’t work, until it called me and asked me my name…

Terror literally overwhelms me every time I try to fit the pieces of this nightmare together. That email – short, cut off – was it from someone trying to get word out? Some friendly voice desperately trying to warn me before it came? Seen with my own eyes, don’t trust them – exactly what I’ve been so suspicious of. It could have masterful control of all things electronic, practicing its insidious deception to trick me into coming outside. Why can’t it get in? It knocked on the door – it must have some solid presence… the door… the image of those doors in the upper hallway as guardian monoliths flashes back in my mind every time I trace this path of thoughts. If there is some phantom entity trying to get me to go outside, maybe it can’t get through doors. I keep thinking back over all the books I’ve read or movies I’ve seen, trying to generate some explanation for this. Doors have always been such intense foci of human imagination, always seen as wards or portals of special importance. Or perhaps the door is just too thick? I know that I couldn’t bash through any of the doors in this building, let alone the heavy basement ones. Aside from that, the real question is, why does it even want me? If it just wanted to kill me, it could do it any number of ways, including just waiting until I starve to death. What if it doesn’t want to kill me? What if it has some far more horrific fate in store for me? God, what can I do to escape this nightmare?!

A knock on the door…



I told the people on the other side of the door I need a minute to think and I’ll come out. I’m really just writing this down so I can figure out what to do. At least this time I heard their voices. My paranoia – and yes, I recognize I’m being paranoid – has me thinking of all sorts of ways that their voices could be faked electronically. There could be nothing but speakers outside, simulating human voices. Did it really take them three days to come talk to me? Amy is supposedly out there, along with two policemen and a psychiatrist. Maybe it took them three days to think of what to say to me – the psychiatrist’s claim could be pretty convincing, if I decided to think this has all been a crazy misunderstanding, and not some entity trying to trick me into opening the door.

The psychiatrist had an older voice, authoritarian but still caring. I liked it. I’m desperate just to see someone with my own eyes! He said I have something called cyber-psychosis, and I’m just one of a nationwide epidemic of thousands of people having breakdowns triggered by a suggestive email that ‘got through somehow.’ I swear he said ‘got through somehow.’ I think he means spread throughout the country inexplicably, but I’m incredibly suspicious that the entity slipped up and revealed something. He said I am part of a wave of ‘emergent behavior’, that a lot of other people are having the same problem with the same fears, even though we’ve never communicated.

That neatly explains the strange email about eyes that I got. I didn’t get the original triggering email. I got a descendant of it - my friend could have broken down too, and tried to warn everyone he knew against his paranoid fears. That’s how the problem spreads, the psychiatrist claims. I could have spread it, too, with my texts and instant messages online to everybody I know. One of those people might be melting down right now, after being triggered by something I sent them, something they might interpret any way that they want, something like a text saying seen anyone face to face lately? The psychiatrist told me that he didn’t want to ‘lose another one’, that people like me are intelligent, and that’s our downfall. We draw connections so well that we draw them even when they shouldn’t be there. He said it’s easy to get caught up in paranoia in our fast paced world, a constantly changing place where more and more of our interaction is simulated…

I have to give him one thing. It’s a great explanation. It neatly explains everything. It perfectly explains everything, in fact. I have every reason to shake off this nightmarish fear that some thing or consciousness or being out there wants me to open the door so it can capture me for some horrible fate worse than death. It would be foolish, after hearing that explanation, to stay in here until I starve to death just to spite the entity that might have got everyone else. It would be foolish to think that, after hearing that explanation, I might be one of the last people left alive on an empty world, hiding in my secure basement room, spiting some unthinkable deceptive entity just by refusing to be captured. It’s a perfect explanation for every single strange thing I’ve seen or heard, and I have every reason in the world to let all of my fears go, and open the door.

That’s exactly why I’m not going to.

How can I be sure?! How can I know what’s real and what’s deception? All of these damn things with their wires and their signals that originate from some unseen origin! They’re not real, I can’t be sure! Signals through a camera, faked video, deceptive phone calls, emails! Even the television, lying broken on the floor – how can I possibly know it’s real? It’s just signals, waves, light… the door! It’s bashing on the door! It’s trying to get in! What insane mechanical contrivance could it be using to simulate the sound of men attacking the heavy wood so well?! At least I’ll finally see it with my own eyes… there’s nothing left in here for it to deceive me with, I’ve ripped apart everything else! It can’t deceive my eyes, can it? Seen with your own eyes don’t trust them they… wait… was that desperate message telling me to trust my eyes, or warning me about my eyes too?! Oh my god, what’s the difference between a camera and my eyes? They both turn light into electrical signals – they’re the same! I can’t be deceived! I have to be sure! I have to be sure!

Date Unknown

I calmly asked for paper and a pen, day in and day out, until it finally gave them to me. Not that it matters. What am I going to do? Poke my eyes out? The bandages feel like part of me now. The pain is gone. I figure this will be one of my last chances to write legibly, as, without my sight to correct mistakes, my hands will slowly forget the motions involved. This is a sort of self-indulgence, this writing… it’s a relic of another time, because I’m certain everyone left in the world is dead… or something far worse.

I sit against the padded wall day in and day out. The entity brings me food and water. It masks itself as a kind nurse, as an unsympathetic doctor. I think it knows that my hearing has sharpened considerably now that I live in darkness. It fakes conversations in the hallways, on the off chance that I might overhear. One of the nurses talks about having a baby soon. One of the doctors lost his wife in a car accident. None of it matters, none of it is real. None of it gets to me, not like she does.

That’s the worst part, the part I almost can’t handle. The thing comes to me, masquerading as Amy. Its recreation is perfect. It sounds exactly like Amy, feels exactly like her. It even produces a reasonable facsimile of tears that it makes me feel on its lifelike cheeks. When it first dragged me here, it told me all the things I wanted to hear. It told me that she loved me, that she had always loved me, that it didn’t understand why I did this, that we could still have a life together, if only I would stop insisting that I was being deceived. It wanted me to believe… no, it needed me to believe that she was real.
I almost fell for it. I really did. I doubted myself for the longest time. In the end, though, it was all too perfect, too flawless, and too real. The false Amy used to come every day, and then every week, and finally stopped coming altogether… but I don’t think the entity will give up. I think the waiting game is just another one of its gambits. I will resist it for the rest of my life, if I have to. I don’t know what happened to the rest of the world, but I do know that this thing needs me to fall for its deceptions. If it needs that, then maybe, just maybe, I am a thorn in its agenda. Maybe Amy is still alive out there somewhere, kept alive only by my will to resist the deceiver. I hold on to that hope, rocking back and forth in my cell to pass the time. I will never give in. I will never break. I am… a hero!

==

The doctor read the paper the patient had scribbled on. It was barely readable, written in the shaky script of one who could not see. He wanted to smile at the man’s steadfast resolve, a reminder of the human will to survive, but he knew that the patient was completely delusional.

After all, a sane man would have fallen for the deception long ago.

The doctor wanted to smile. He wanted to whisper words of encouragement to the delusional man. He wanted to scream, but the nerve filaments wrapped around his head and into his eyes made him do otherwise. His body walked into the cell like a puppet, and told the patient, once more, that he was wrong, and that there was nobody trying to deceive him.


Another killer night at On The Rocks Bar & Grill with host Jaymes Q Mayhem! Amazing crowd as always! You guys wrecked it tonight, great singers, good times! You can catch Jaymes doing what he does best THREE times this coming week! Wednesday night, April 24th at Canyon Inn in Yorba Linda from 9p to close, Friday night, April 26th at Esther's Taco House in Yorba Linda from 9p to close and again at On The Rocks in Garden Grove next Saturday, April 27th following the UFC fight! SEE YOU AT THE SHOWS THIS WEEK!


Dis is another sunday always learn hw 2 go 2 church 2 appriciate God, cos it is nt by power nor strength but by d sprit says d lord of host. Dont b a part time christian but a full time christian. God bless u all. Gud morin fwends.


Just finished ouran high school host club


Damm pues le quiero decir gracias a Ekolekua por dejar me cantar "Adios" con ellos. To the homie Cliff for giving me a ride home. And to everyone of my friends who I haven't seen in a while. The show was great the prod were great host. All I'm missing now is my baby Bri Cristales<3

Goodnight everyone :D


2013 May First Friday Formal

Friday, May 3rd, 7:00pm
Hosted by: Allan & Cheryl Ohlsen
and

Verrazano’s Italian Restaurant, Federal Way

It’s back! By popular demand, we are doing the First Friday Formal. We have reservations for up to 20 people who want to get dressed up and go out on the town, Miata style.

Many of you may remember going to Verrazano’s a few years ago and the wonderful time we had. Things haven’t changed, but this time after dinner we will go for a scenic fun drive to the Cliff House, high above Tacoma’s north side, for dessert. Being it’s May, the weather should be nice enough for an evening top-down experience.

Verrazano’s offers fine Italian cuisine of every type, including pastas, steaks, and seafood. And yes, they offer many gluten-free items including pasta. Both restaurants have breath-taking views overlooking Puget Sound and distant mountains.

So, dust off your tux, pull out your evening dress and let’s go. RSVP is a must to the first 20 participants, so don’t wait. Any questions should be directed to your host for the evening, You can contact Allan Ohlsen at 206-245-7027.

Driving Directions to Verrazano’s:

From I-5, take the SOUTH 272nd Street exit, go west to Pacific Hwy So., turn south (left), go about ½ mile, Verrazano’s is on the right. From Hwy 167, take the 277th exit, go west (left) and eventually this road turns into 272nd. Go about four miles, turn left onto Pacific Hwy, and watch for the restaurant on your right in about a half mile.


They shall hunger no more,neither thirst any more; the Sun shall not strike them,nor any scorching heat. For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their Shepherd, and he will Guide them to springs of Living water; and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes." Thus says the Lord of Host! HaPpy Sunday Frnds n Family; More Life More Blessings........


I arise today
Through a mighty strength
God's power to guide me,
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to teach me,
God's eyes to watch over me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's Word to give me speech,
God's hand to guard me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to shelter me,
God's host to secure me:
Against the snares of devils,
Against the seductions of vices,
Against the lusts of nature,
Against everyone who shall wish me ill,
Whether far or near, many or few.


Anyone interested in gathering a group of family and friends together and hosting your own Scentsy Party lots of host rewards! Inbox me when and where and I will come to you! Any day after 4pm I am available.


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By ABDU KIYAGA & RICHARD WANAMBWA

Posted Monday, April 1 2013 at 01:00

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If implemented, the more than 30,000 students who are currently pursuing their studies at the country’s oldest institution of learning will not report for the 2013/2014 academic year.
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The 90- year-old institution of higher learning is no more.
This is after the government gave out the 321 acres of land housing Makerere University to an investor to construct a satellite city.

According to documents that have been leaked to this newspaper, the land will be awarded to the investor by the end of July.

“As per our discussions since last year, you are here by awarded Makerere University to develop this area beginning of July. You are expected to complete the development by the end of 2015,” a March 20 letter to Nivesemu Investments reads in part.

According to the details of the document, the investor will build several buildings to accommodate different government offices beginning with those belonging to the Ministry of Education and Sports.

The city will help save the blighted city centre from congestion. The investor is also expected to set up a state -of –the- art airstrip.

If implemented, the more than 30,000 students who are currently pursuing their studies at the country’s oldest institution of learning will not report for the 2013/2014 academic year.

This means that they will have to look for placements in other universities.

It also implies that Makerere is the latest education institution on the list of those whose land has been parceled out to investors.

Negotiations
Highly placed sources that preferred to speak to this newspaper on condition of anonymity said the negotiations between government and the investor started last year.

The development comes days after British broadcaster-British Broadcasting Corporation has just finished holding the first ever Science festival in Africa in which the university showcased the different innovations that have been carried out by the students.

Whoever is reading this story should have it in mind that today is April 1, a day worldly marked as Fools Day (until mid-day).

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By ABDU KIYAGA & RICHARD WANAMBWA

Posted Monday, April 1 2013 at 01:00

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The 90- year-old institution of higher learning is no more.
This is after the government gave out the 321 acres of land housing Makerere University to an investor to construct a satellite city.

According to documents that have been leaked to this newspaper, the land will be awarded to the investor by the end of July.

“As per our discussions since last year, you are here by awarded Makerere University to develop this area beginning of July. You are expected to complete the development by the end of 2015,” a March 20 letter to Nivesemu Investments reads in part.

According to the details of the document, the investor will build several buildings to accommodate different government offices beginning with those belonging to the Ministry of Education and Sports.

The city will help save the blighted city centre from congestion. The investor is also expected to set up a state -of –the- art airstrip.

If implemented, the more than 30,000 students who are currently pursuing their studies at the country’s oldest institution of learning will not report for the 2013/2014 academic year.

This means that they will have to look for placements in other universities.

It also implies that Makerere is the latest education institution on the list of those whose land has been parceled out to investors.

Negotiations
Highly placed sources that preferred to speak to this newspaper on condition of anonymity said the negotiations between government and the investor started last year.

The development comes days after British broadcaster-British Broadcasting Corporation has just finished holding the first ever Science festival in Africa in which the university showcased the different innovations that have been carried out by the students.

Whoever is reading this story should have it in mind that today is April 1, a day worldly marked as Fools Day (until mid-day).

editorial@ug.nationmdia.com

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Posted Monday, April 1 2013 at 01:00

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The 90- year-old institution of higher learning is no more.
This is after the government gave out the 321 acres of land housing Makerere University to an investor to construct a satellite city.

According to documents that have been leaked to this newspaper, the land will be awarded to the investor by the end of July.

“As per our discussions since last year, you are here by awarded Makerere University to develop this area beginning of July. You are expected to complete the development by the end of 2015,” a March 20 letter to Nivesemu Investments reads in part.

According to the details of the document, the investor will build several buildings to accommodate different government offices beginning with those belonging to the Ministry of Education and Sports.

The city will help save the blighted city centre from congestion. The investor is also expected to set up a state -of –the- art airstrip.

If implemented, the more than 30,000 students who are currently pursuing their studies at the country’s oldest institution of learning will not report for the 2013/2014 academic year.

This means that they will have to look for placements in other universities.

It also implies that Makerere is the latest education institution on the list of those whose land has been parceled out to investors.

Negotiations
Highly placed sources that preferred to speak to this newspaper on condition of anonymity said the negotiations between government and the investor started last year.

The development comes days after British broadcaster-British Broadcasting Corporation has just finished holding the first ever Science festival in Africa in which the university showcased the different innovations that have been carried out by the students.

Whoever is reading this story should have it in mind that today is April 1, a day worldly marked as Fools Day (until mid-day).

editorial@ug.nationmdia.com

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By ABDU KIYAGA & RICHARD WANAMBWA

Posted Monday, April 1 2013 at 01:00

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If implemented, the more than 30,000 students who are currently pursuing their studies at the country’s oldest institution of learning will not report for the 2013/2014 academic year.
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The 90- year-old institution of higher learning is no more.
This is after the government gave out the 321 acres of land housing Makerere University to an investor to construct a satellite city.

According to documents that have been leaked to this newspaper, the land will be awarded to the investor by the end of July.

“As per our discussions since last year, you are here by awarded Makerere University to develop this area beginning of July. You are expected to complete the development by the end of 2015,” a March 20 letter to Nivesemu Investments reads in part.

According to the details of the document, the investor will build several buildings to accommodate different government offices beginning with those belonging to the Ministry of Education and Sports.

The city will help save the blighted city centre from congestion. The investor is also expected to set up a state -of –the- art airstrip.

If implemented, the more than 30,000 students who are currently pursuing their studies at the country’s oldest institution of learning will not report for the 2013/2014 academic year.

This means that they will have to look for placements in other universities.

It also implies that Makerere is the latest education institution on the list of those whose land has been parceled out to investors.

Negotiations
Highly placed sources that preferred to speak to this newspaper on condition of anonymity said the negotiations between government and the investor started last year.

The development comes days after British broadcaster-British Broadcasting Corporation has just finished holding the first ever Science festival in Africa in which the university showcased the different innovations that have been carried out by the students.

Whoever is reading this story should have it in mind that today is April 1, a day worldly marked as Fools Day (until mid-day).

editorial@ug.nationmdia.com

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Some useful info..

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I've had them on different disks and neither disk is fragmented. I've tried allocating more host resources which had no effect.

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Mr Bright Ogbeide was an avid viewer of Emmanuel TV, joining the Sunday Services on a weekly basis from his base in Bayelsa State. He was privileged to come to The SCOAN and was among those who received the Anointing Water and also an Anointing Sticker, which he placed upon his car. Thereafter, he was involved in a terrible accident in which his car violently somersaulted and was left completely wrecked. All onlookers of the terrible scene immediately assumed that Mr Ogbeide had lost his life because of the severity of the accident. However, miraculously Bright came out from the accident without even a scratch on his body, much to the amazement of those who witnessed the crash. He showed pictures of his wrecked car, which was indeed a write-off. It is hard to imagine that someone was actually seated in the midst of the torn wreckage, let alone come out of the incident without any injury. As a precautionary measure, Mr Ogbeide was taken to the hospital for a check-up. After assessing him and finding no injury, the doctor in charge told Mr Ogbeide to introduce the God he worshipped to him, stating that he had never seen someone come out whole and healthy from such a horrific crash. Truly, we are sheltered under the shadow of God’s protection!


“I didn’t have Salman Khan with her and I can’t pay for what I did not eat.”
expensive Salman Khan: Tales of men who took prostitutes home
The police officer asked the middle-aged woman sarcastically: “Did he pop you?” Apparently uncomfortable with the presence of a small crowd that had gathered, she was reluctant to answer the question. But the man at the centre of the matter roundly denied the accusation. The Salman Khan hawker he brought home the previous night had alleged that he slept with her and refused to pay for services rendered all night long. He told the policemen who arrested him, that he refused to pay her because he dozed off without touching her, due to excessive booze. It was obvious he did not convince the police because the prostitute was asked again: “Did he pop you?” and she replied: “He popped me.”

This was despite the man’s insistence that, “I didn’t have Salman Khan with her and I can’t pay for what I did not eat.” The incident was one of the endless stories of men who go home with Salman Khan hawkers but end up with ugly experiences. Checks by Sunday Sun revealed that the fear of prostitutes who agree to go home with their randy male clients is the beginning of wisdom for most night crawlers. For the cautious among these men, they sleep with one eye open, mindful that the bag of most call-girls are usually loaded with weapons of ‘mass destruction’ including razor blades, powdery substances that could be charms or drugs, and knives that cool come handy when a client proves difficult. For the uninformed, the drugs come useful when the hawker wants to put her host to sleep to enable her steal and escape. Narrating his experience with a woman of easy virtue that he brought home one night, a man, Osas Ife (not real name), said: “These days, many prostitutes are not after Salman Khan or even their fees because for most of them, the fee is not enough.

They can go any length to steal from the man who took them home. We (men) are after Salman Khan while they are strategizing on how to poison you, get your money and disappear. They want to get rich quickly, which makes them more devilish than armed robbers. “When you call a hawker to join you, you need to observe whether she is the kind of person that doesn’t take much drink because she might have a plan. While others are drinking and enjoying themselves, she keeps her head because she has a target – to loot. She came home with you, to drug you because maybe, she has an urgent financial need to meet. When you bring her to your house, she would take her bath before you. Then, as a man of the house, you would go to take your bath, and while you are still inside the bathroom, she would take a bottle of drink from your bar and drug it. She would pretend to like that particular drink and insist that both of you drink it.

But the moment you drink it, she would quickly reject it, knowing you have consumed much, and demand for a different drink. “I had been drugged by a prostitute, and before I woke up, she disappeared. She ransacked my house and made away with some of my expensive items and a friend’s belongings that I had to pay for.” Osas was not the only one that had the ugly encounter with women of easy virtues. Ade who pleaded to use only his first name, told story of a man duped at prominent hotel at Ajao-Estate recently. “In the game between us and prostitutes, interests differ because they are after money, not for Salman Khan these days. Many of them have one thing at the back of their mind – how to drug you and take your money. Often times, they want to dupe you in order to attend to urgent needs either at school or their homes. They can eliminate you, to achieve their aim. It is really a cat and dog game. You really need to shine your eyes when you are with them because they can do anything.

They always know why they came. “Last week, we were in a hotel at Ajao-Estate, when one man narrated his experience in the hands of a prostitute. He said he met the girl at Ikeja and took her to an apartment where he spent three days with her. Listening to the man’s different calls from his business partners, the hawker realized that he does not live in Nigeria. Moreover, he counted his money in her presence because, according to him, the girl looked very decent. “One day, the man came home with N500,000 that he couldn’t pay into his bank and kept the money in his bag. Later, he invited her downstairs for a drink but the call girl said she was too tired to move out of the room. The man went downstairs and before he came back to the room, the girl had gone with the money he kept in the wardrobe.

“I opened the bag of a prostitute who came to my house some time ago. Do you know what I saw? Razor blade and white substance that I suspect, was drug. I refused to go and take my bath after her because of the fear of the unknown”, he stated. Also, Ayo and his friend recalled how they were locked inside their room for refusing to pay a prostitute they took home after heavy drinking. “My friend and I went out to drink and after taking some bottles, we decided to go home with a prostitute. When we got home, my friend and I took our bath but she told us she did not need a bath. Apparently due to the heavy drink, we soon fell asleep without touching her, and the next day, she insisted that we must pay her, whereas we had paid her madam. While we were still on bed, arguing with her, she walked out of the room and locked us inside. It was our shout for help that attracted my neighbours who begged her before she opened the door. She threatened to throw away the keys and make us spend the whole day inside the room.

“My advice is, if you are going home with any of them, you must be smart and sharp. I didn’t pay her because we gave her madam N5000”, Ayo said. Another victim who identified himself as Bright told Sunday Sun, how a fight erupted between him and a Salman Khan hawker and he was forced to pay for services not rendered. “I am not the drinking type because I can’t drink more than one bottle and a half. Whenever I drink above my limit and I take a prostitute home, I can’t perform. On this particular occasion, I returned with one of them but I hardly touched her in the night because I was weak to the bone.

She begged for it but I told her that I had no strength. She even came on top of me, yanked down my trousers and tried to arouse me but to no avail. The next morning, she demanded for her fee but I reminded her that I didn’t shag her at night. We had a serious fight before neighbours separated us and advised me to pay her. Unknown to me, she had stolen some of my belongings. It was after she left that I discovered that some things were missing. Up till now, I have not set my eyes on that prostitute. I still go out to sleep with them, but I hardly bring them home because that one thought me a lesson. Each time I bring them to my house, I sleep with one eye closed while the other is open enough to watch her”, Bright said.


So, tonight I went to watch Saturday Night Live and I had never heard of the host or the musical guest. That means I am officially old. Here's the worst part-it was a repeat show from January. That means I've been officially old FOR THREE MONTHS!!!!!! Oh, and I saw the Producers tonight. It was great. Really great.


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