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Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Message to all students applied for Bursary From ondo state bursary board chairman
Message to all students applied for Bursary From ondo state bursary board chairman
The chairman Dayo awude yesterday passed an information to students expecting bursary in their accounts, the message below...
I like to inform our students that the following schools will be paid today:
1. Rufus Giwa Polytechnic, Owo,
2. Federal College of Agriculture, Akure,
3. Ondo State School of Midwifery, Akure,
4. Ondo State Cooperative College, Akure,
5. Ondo State School of Nursing, Akure,
6. All States College of Education, Ero,
7. Achieves University, Owo,
8. Ondo State University of Science and Technology, Okitipupa,
9. Wesley University, Ondo,
10. Millennium College of Health Technology, Akure.
2. Federal College of Agriculture, Akure,
3. Ondo State School of Midwifery, Akure,
4. Ondo State Cooperative College, Akure,
5. Ondo State School of Nursing, Akure,
6. All States College of Education, Ero,
7. Achieves University, Owo,
8. Ondo State University of Science and Technology, Okitipupa,
9. Wesley University, Ondo,
10. Millennium College of Health Technology, Akure.
We are working round the clock to pay the remaining four schools of AAUA, FUTA, ACE, and Ondo State School of Health Technology, Akure, very soon.
Thank you.
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Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Missives from the Bus
Missives from the Bus
HOME TO TOWN
Its Monday and Im LATE. I wasnt going to be late (if I leave at ten thirty I can make it no problem) but then it got to ten fifteen and I had stuff, twenty five minutes worth of stuff, to do. Now its ten to eleven and I am twenty minutes away.
This is normal.
The bus rumbles its complaints along the pot-holed roads of South Manchester, collecting dispirited-looking people and students.
LATE. I try to tell myself it doesnt matter (it never has before) but I still feel anxious, my nerves tightening with every stop.
The wheels on this bus go square.
Past Whitworth Park. A gritty, misshapen lump of snow squats stubborn amid a new shock of green grass, twigs stabbed into it at odd, violent angles. One of the few remaining survivors of the recent holocaust thaw.
Past the Contact Theatre. Ben is inside, rehearsing for the show that is coming up in just a few weeks. His fleeting kiss goodbye as he flew from the house, after a flappy flurry of breakfast-eating-lunch-making-email-checking and instructions to hang up the washing. I smilescowl at the recent trauma of hanging up eighteen-billion sopping socks with only five minutes left before LATE and still having teeth to brush.
I glance down to my wrist, where my watch sits, and smugly informs me that TICK I am now TOCK officially LATE.
BEEP. My phone. Its Teemu, to tell me that I can go to his flat for my guitar lesson anytime from five.
Past the BBC. I glower enviously at the people walking about gaily, free from the burden of ever-increasing LATE. The bus rounds the corner onto Portland Street. I text work. A tiny white lie.
The boy in front of me finishes rolling his cigarette.
11.01 says the Portland Tower clock.
I shift in my tights-under-skinny-jeans and lick my lips.
The rain begins to polka dot the window and I stand up.
TOWN TO HOME
Red lights from the cars in front bleed through the drizzlesteam glass. Tinny R&B squawks from the back seat where three teenage girls in headscarves giggle and shriek. Another teenage girl sits across from me speaking quietly and seriously into her mobile, blue-trainered feet crossed neatly. I steal a glance at her as she sighs wearily and gestures, a discreet display of adult frustration.
Traffic lights green.
We overtake a cyclist, and another.
I am thirsty and my arms ache. I was late for work, flustering into the tiny kitchen, coat half-off. Becky laughed. The boss wasnt there. I slowed down, regretting my tiny white lie. All day I alternately bounced and sloped about, making coffee, sandwiches and customer conversation about weather and weekends. Making lists and writing words on tiny scraps of paper.
The bus judders, sending my pen screeching across the page.
At four thirty I retrieved my guitar from where I had hidden it in the store cupboard. I walked to Timpsons, then to Boots. I drifted around the make up counters, Estée Lauder, Chanel, Dior, drawing red stripes on the backs of my hands. Hotly aware of the stares of the make-up counter girls, blinking slowly at me, eyelids weighed down with more mascara than most people would wear in a year. At the Lancome counter one approached. I am looking for some red lipstick, I explained. She nodded sagely and pulled one from the rack. I shook my head. "Too orange." I motioned to my left hand, where that particular shade nestled in stripe form. She scrunched her face, and I watched for any falling chunks of orange foundation.
"This ones lovely" she begins again, brightly. "Loads of people are loving..."
I interrupted her pitch. "I think thats too dark."
Then felt a bit guilty. "Thanks, though."
She sniffed, blinked, and turned to another customer without another word.
"Can I help you?"
"Im looking for some mascara."
"Oh, did you want mascara that really gives your lashes amazing volume?"
"Yes!"
"Well, this ones perfect..."
No, I thought, spitefully. She wants mascara to make her lashes hang flaccidly from her face like narcoleptic spiders.
(I was just jealous. I always want salespeople to like me.)
I bought a lipstick, eventually, from Benefit, where the girl did a passable job of pretending that in another life we might have been friends.
I trudged to Teemus flat, where he let me in with a flourish. He sat regally in his arm chair while I show him my new guitar. "Its blue!" I exclaimed, pointlessly. He inspected it and nodded. Very nice. (He knew I was getting it, Ben having let him in on the secret before Christmas.) I played him the song I have been practicing, messing it up because my hands were cold and I really wanted to get it right.
We had our lesson, he gave me a chord sequence he has already written a song with, so I can write one and we can compare. He talked about Bob Dylan, we discussed films weve seen and the choir concert from before Christmas.
After a while he walked me through town, where I abandoned him to run for the bus, hooking my thumbs around the straps on my guitar case to stop it leaping about. Jumping onto the bus, I was disappointed that the driver offered no word of congratulation for my impressive sprint. I climbed the stairs and sat.
The bus pulls around the corner.
I should stop writing now. I hope Ben is home, and I hope there is some wine.
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Medyo sagad yung schedule namin from Tagbilaran to Cebu
Medyo sagad yung schedule namin from Tagbilaran to Cebu
Home Who Am I? my shUttered life 2012 Proyekto Tresaisingko PT: February 2012 Archive PT: January 2012 Archive 2011 shUttered pieces 2010 pSymeR-shOts Pre-2010 EarLy aTteMptS [b] escapaDORA’s TRAVELs 1. Philippines – Luzon 2. Philippines – Visayas 3. Philippines forklift – Mindanao 4. Singapore 5. Indonesia 6. Malaysia forklift 8. United forklift Kingdom 9. Europe [other than the UK] ‘Ramdam Thoughts Post-it Thoughts & Quotes [c] inLababOng eMo May Reklamo Ka?
I was just invited forklift by Jack to accompany her to Bohol, because she won the Panglao Trip for Two during our company s 65th anniversary last August. Being a kaladkarin, agad-agad naman akong pumayag! ehehe! libreng trip na yun eh! @_@ Nahiya naman ako di ba, so I was the one who made all the arrangements, (i.e., finalizing the date of the trip, getting our flight sched and all, coming up with an itinerary—kase yung free lang talaga sa prize na yun ay tix and accommodation at Panglao). forklift
Research ng research, reading other blogs, just to come up with a sulit trip. It s my second time in Cebu, the first time was during college (part of our Management class requirement or something); forklift pero de-film pa yung litrato nun, kaya wala na kong mashadong kopya—kaya heto, na-tripan kong balikan yung mga dating napuntahan! :D
Medyo sagad yung schedule namin from Tagbilaran to Cebu—no room for delayed flights! Pero annyare??! forklift Delayed ng mga around 30 minutes forklift yung paglapag ng eroplano forklift sa Tagbilaran airport, kase crowded ata nun sa runway! Hay ewan, paikot-ikot yung plane around Bohol habang inaantay ma-clear yung lalapagan. Kaya eto, aerial shots muna ng Chocolate Hills!!! :D
When we finally set foot at Tagbilaran Airport, we hurriedly ran our way to find a trike to take us to Tagbilaran Seaport; oh the hassle! Buti na lang, naka-backpack lang kame, madaling kumilos! ehehe! Soon enough, we found a trike, and after haggling with the driver, we agreed at a fair fare! Lam ko kase malapit lang ang seaport sa airport eh, so di pwedeng pa-loko sa driver! :D Caution: Be careful of those drivers that, knowing you are tourists, take advantage and overprice the fare!
Sabi na eh, malapit lang yung seaport sa airport..pero okay na rin yung P20 each na fare, TIP na lang sa driver! We were just in time for Weesam Ferry s trip to Cebu! Hooray! You may click this link to help you out in the scheduling of your trip! :D
Shared room ang economy class, backpacker na backpacker ang dating namin! ‘stig! hahaha! perstaym ko mag-stay sa gan’to sa mga tour! ehehe saya lang! :) #simple joys! Php250 forklift per night ang rate dito, keri lang! The place s safe, ayus yung interior and malinis, in fairness! So after making all the arrangements with the receptionist, nilapag lang namin ang aming backpack, then gala na!!!
Just outside Sugbutel, we waited for a jeepney to take us to our first stop, Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral. You can ask the guards outside forklift Sugbutel to guide you as to which jeepney you should ride into, to take you to the right place hahaha!
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From Wikipedia : The Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral is the ecclesiastical seat of the Metropolitan Archdiocese of Cebu in Cebu, Philippines. Cebu was established as a diocese on August 14, 1595. It was elevated as a metropolitan archdiocese on April 28, 1934 with the dioceses of Dumaguete, Maasin, Tagbilaran, and Talibon as suffragans.
The architecture of the church is typical of Spanish colonial churches in the country, namely, squat and with thick walls to withstand typhoons and other natural calamities. The facade features a trefoil-shaped pediment, which is decorated with carved relieves of floral motifs, an IHS inscription and a pair of griffins. The Spanish Royal Coat of Arms is emblazoned in low relief above the main entrance, reflecting perhaps forklift the contribution of the Spanish monarch to its construction.
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After visiting Cebu Metropolitan Church, we decided to take our late lunch sa tabi-tabi; we found this carienderia, a few steps away from the church ehehe! After a few minutes, we headed on to our next stop:
From Wikipedia : The Minor Basilica of the Santo Niño or Basilica Minore del Santo Niño is a 16th century church in Cebu City in the Philippines. It was built purportedly forklift on the spot where the image of the Santo Niño, a sculpture dep
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Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Message from the SUG President on Closure of Portal
Message from the SUG President on Closure of Portal
I made sure I addressed the Issue of the Closure with the management and we reached an Agreement of postponing the Closure till Further Notice. Please and please the Portal won't be closed today, try and pay your fees if you have it, no Cause for Violence.
Also, about the rumour spreading, The management didn't not take me and my Exco's out of town so as not to fight for the interest of AAUITES, we are on a Leadership Training Conference in Ondo town.
Reformer is working and won't stop working, the welfarism of AAUITES is my concern. Thank You and God Bless You all. Aluta Continua
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Saturday, March 18, 2017
Message for peace deal given to Afghan cyber army from Pak Cyber Mafia Sniper haxXx
Message for peace deal given to Afghan cyber army from Pak Cyber Mafia Sniper haxXx
Sniper HaxXx was here with rdx
We have a message for afghan cyber army
we have noticed that from your side attacks are not being stoped
We are first Muslims and then our nations pride so we must not fight with each other Reason is that we are Muslims
We want friendship from your side if you want and accept our friendship
If you want to fight with us then no problem we are here to give you a payback
We hope that you all will think on it and we can work together and fight with United states
As a muslim this was my duty to inform you that we ae muslims and shall not fight
~=~ Now its your choice accept our friendship or see the destruction on cyber space
[!] Love To [!]
~=~ [#]./ Rdx Hacker ~=~ all muslims who support us ~=~
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And all muslims who support us ~=~
[!] Greetz : [!]
Kashmir Cyber Army
All Pak Cyber Experts & Teams = Pak Cyber Army = Anonymous Pakistan = Pak Cyber pyrates = The hackers Army = Pak cyber eaglez
Pakistan zindabad
Website = http://etadvisors.com/
mirror = http://www.zone-h.org/mirror/id/20186664
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Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Meet Tori Winters from Billionaires APPRENTICE
Meet Tori Winters from Billionaires APPRENTICE
NOTE!!!!: We released the book a day early for fans of the blog, priced at just .99 for 24 hours only! You can get it here, but dont wait. It goes back up tomorrow!
On Monday, January 20th, Im beginning a completely new era in my publishing career. Billionaires Apprentice is a romantic thriller written by Chase Carroway, and it is going to knock you off your seat. When I was first approached with the idea of working on a romance, I was terrified. I know nothing about the genre except that it has millions of devoted readers, and that, ladies and gents, is ambrosia to any writer. I decided that if we were going to do a romance, it couldnt be the syrupy, flowery kind. It had to be something with a little kick. It had to be something a woman could hand to her husband and say, "Read this. You will love it!"
Id like to introduce you to Tori Winters, the female lead of the story. When we first meet her, shes a struggling young woman just trying to make ends meet. Her search for a job will lead to an adventure filled with romance, adventure, and unbelievable things so wondrous, companies will be racing to invent them.
There is a world of possibilities out there. This is what discovering them looks like...
From Billionaires Apprentice (January 20th)
THE APPLICANT
On Monday, January 20th, Im beginning a completely new era in my publishing career. Billionaires Apprentice is a romantic thriller written by Chase Carroway, and it is going to knock you off your seat. When I was first approached with the idea of working on a romance, I was terrified. I know nothing about the genre except that it has millions of devoted readers, and that, ladies and gents, is ambrosia to any writer. I decided that if we were going to do a romance, it couldnt be the syrupy, flowery kind. It had to be something with a little kick. It had to be something a woman could hand to her husband and say, "Read this. You will love it!"
Id like to introduce you to Tori Winters, the female lead of the story. When we first meet her, shes a struggling young woman just trying to make ends meet. Her search for a job will lead to an adventure filled with romance, adventure, and unbelievable things so wondrous, companies will be racing to invent them.
There is a world of possibilities out there. This is what discovering them looks like...
From Billionaires Apprentice (January 20th)
THE APPLICANT
The gate to the Atticus Estate was hidden from the road, so that any cars driving past saw nothing but decorative concrete walls that stretched endlessly in either direction. The walls were thick, and tall, and textured beneath a layer of thick vines and moss. It gave them the appearance of the kingdom of some medieval lord. Which, in many ways, is exactly what it was.
The gate was set nearly twenty feet back from the driveways entrance and my cars bald tires squeaked on the red cobblestones. I stepped on the brakes, and they squeaked as well, but even more loudly. The gate itself was a majestic thing, constructed from brushed aluminum that gave it a shimmering green hue in the afternoon sunlight, blending it in with the leaves and vines. The gate looked as if it were something made long ago by careful artisans that had grown up in a family that spent generations perfecting the ability to bend iron into art. It was the kind of thing you didnt see anymore. In a world of Home Depot and Lowes, everything had become pre-fabricated and mass-produced, giving the entire world a shallow sort of sameness.
I knew that my levels of poverty had reached critical conditions if I was fawning over the kind of wealth that could afford such a gate. Or even the artisan who was paid to make it. Hell, right then I would have settled for the paycheck of the person who worked the damn thing.
Behind the first wall was a second one, built ten feet back. The space between the walls left a ten foot trench, forming a path of low-cut grass. How odd, I thought, to have a trench along the perimeter of the estate, until I saw a sign mounted above it that read: Caution Non-Lethal Landmines Present. Do Not Enter. There were other signs mounted along the interior wall that showed stick-figures stepping on one of the landmines and being zapped with electricity. You know, just in case the person trying to break in needed a visual aid of what would happen.
I pressed the button at the callbox in front of the gate, wincing at every one of my cars horrible rattles and sputtering, choking sounds the engine insisted on making. I became convinced it was going to stall out right at the entrance. Wouldnt that be just perfect? What an excellent impression to make at a job interview. Hi, nice to meet you. Can you call me a tow truck?
Theyd probably decide I wasnt responsible enough to work in their big fancy house if I wasnt responsible enough to maintain a car. Well, Mr. Big Shot Rich Person, its not like Id be asking for a job scrubbing floors and toilets in your Big Fancy House if I could already afford a nice car, now would I?
Just turn the car around now, Tori.
For a second, I almost did. But the callbox chirped in my ear before I could turn the wheel, saying, "Hello? Can I help you?"
I took a deep, calming, breath and tried to find my center. Hey, never let it be said a semester taking yoga as an elective went completely to waste. "Hi, Tori Winters," I said. "I have an appointment with the head of staff at two oclock."
There was silence on the other end of the line as the person typed something rapidly into a computer. I heard a ding, and they said, "Give us a moment to check the list, Miss Winters. All right, here you are. I will now open the gate, but please be sure you do not stop your car en route to the house or get out of it for any reason."
The car rattled and shuddered in response. The gate started to open and I pressed the button on the callbox nervously, "Hello? Quick question, what if I have car trouble on the way up? Its not running exactly right at the moment." There was no response and I added, "Im not sure why. Its never given me any trouble before. I always keep it in perfect condition." I pictured the security officer watching the gates camera calling everyone else in to look at the moron driving the piece of junk up the driveway.
The callbox chimed again, "Thats all right, well know if you stop, Miss Winters. If anything happens, please remain inside your vehicle until help arrives."
The gate clanged loudly as it retracted into the walls, and I delicately eased the gas pedal down, patting the cars dashboard encouragingly. "Come on, honey. You can do it. Mama doesnt wanna get blown up by an electric landmine today."
The driveway was a long, winding, upward slope that wound around a series of gardens and ponds filled with cherubic statues that urinated sparkling water in tall arcs. Burnished wooden bridges traversed the ponds, and some were so close to the driveway I could see the large golden and red fish swimming inside.
My car groaned going up a stretch of steep incline, squeaking painfully as I navigated a pass that looked out over a series of tennis courts and horse stables on one side and apple orchards and fields of Japanese cherry blossom trees to the other. The trees rained petals of white and pink onto a series of walkways and benches that wound in and out of sight, but eventually connected them to the ponds below.
Something flickered in the air to my left and I turned sharply to see a bright flash in my face. I heard a soft whump-whump-whump and realized there was a strange looking metallic bird flying in the air next to my car, taking pictures of me.
I stopped the car in amazement and looked at it, and it flashed again. It wasnt a bird at all. It was some sort of mechanical device that looked like three Frisbees molded together with a large antenna at its center. A camera was mounted to the bottom of the device and each Frisbee section had rotating turrets making the whump-whump-whumpsound that kept it in the air. It was a drone, I realized. Some kind of security drone the government used to spy on people and now it was hovering around my car, taking pictures of it and my license plate and me.
I remembered the callboxes instructions not to stop for any reason and I pressed down on the gas again, forcing the team of squirrels and hamsters that were surely holding my engine together at that point, to keep going.
By the time I made it to the top of the hill and could see the front of the Estate, the drone had flown off. The driveway was made of paved stones and every parking space was taken up by some sort of fantasy vehicle you saw on MTV Cribs, but never in real life. There was a menacing-looking red Ferrari; a vintage Aston-Martin from the early James Bond movies; an all-black, muscular Bentley, with obsidian windows and sparkling black chrome wheels and grill; and finally, a custom motorcycle with the initials D and A embossed on the gas tank.
I pulled into the only empty parking space and shut the engine off. The car continued to click and whine even after I pulled the key out and there were small puffs of smoke sneaking past the sides of hood, but it didnt matter. I had made it to the interview, and even if the car broke down on the way home, hell, even if the damn thing blew up, that was all right.
If I got the job, it would be worth it.
I opened my car door very slowly, holding it tight to avoid any chance of bumping the motorcycle. That things paint job was probably worth more money than I already owed for three years of college.
The front entrance to the Estate was a tall, columned affair that reminded me of the White House. There seemed to be multiple other structures connected to that first building by walls and archways, but it was impossible to tell how big the house was.
I walked up a flight of marble stairs to the entrance. It was a thick set of wooden doors framed by stained glass, and there were two golden lions head doorknockers on either side. I grabbed the ring dangling from the first lions mouth to knock, but when I moved it, there was a soft bell chime inside.
Both doors opened for me, revealing a thin, older gentleman wearing an old-fashioned butlers uniform. He smiled warmly at me and bowed, actually bowed, before saying, "Good afternoon, Miss Winters."
I stared at him with a dopey smile for a moment, unable to speak.
"Are you all right, my dear?" he said.
"Yes," I said, trying to recover. "Im sorry. This is all just so much to take in. Ive just never seen an actual butler before. I feel like I should take my picture with you and send it to people I know just to prove it really happened."
He closed his eyes and nodded, as if he were used to people saying that all the time. "Do come in," he said. "My name is Connor, welcome to our humble residence."
His eyes glanced past my shoulder at where my car was parked. Ill give him credit, he tried his best not to flinch. He looked back at me and said, "We will have to move your car, Im afraid. If you leave me your keys, I will send for someone who knows where to park it."
I could see him mentally calculating how steeply the property value of the estate was dropping every second my hunk of junk was parked in front of the house, and I apologized as I handed him the keys.
The floors of the homes foyer were exquisite Italian marble. Large, framed oil paintings lined the walls, but they were different than anything I expected. Instead of stuffy old museum pieces, these were done by fresh and exciting artists of the new school.
I stopped at the first one to my left and gasped. Brightly colored and enormous, it was a mans skull with fences scrawled across the forehead and a patchwork of blues and oranges covering his face. "Thats a Basquiat," I whispered. "Is it an original?"
"Mmm, yes," Connor shrugged. "Not quite my favorite, but Jean-Michel gave it personally to Mr. Atticus and he has always been quite fond of it. Of course, I much prefer it to this," he said, looking disdainfully at the large painting hanging over the staircase.
It was a red portrait of Queen Victoria with her skirt hiked up and a pair of thigh-high stockings beneath as she sat on the face of another woman.
"I have positively begged him to take that down, but he will hear nothing of it," Connor sighed. "Of course, it is better than the one his father insisted on hanging there."
My eyes widened as I looked the painting over and said, "Wait, Ive seen that before. Its a Banksy. You have an actual Banksy? This is amazing, Connor! This artwork is worth a fortune."
"It is?" he said dryly. "Oh, dear. That means it wont go with the rustic, homespun décor weve been trying so hard to achieve since Mr. Atticus redecorated. I suppose Ill have to break the bad news to him now."
He winked at me and I felt my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. Connors voice was gentle as he said, "It becomes much less impressive when one must stare at it every day, I assure you."
There was an elevator at the far end of the hall and staircases on either side that travelled up two floors. Long hallways extended from either side of the hall, leading farther than I could see. "Im sorry," I said. "I know I sound like an idiot. Ive just never seen anything like this."
He nodded patiently and said, "All it takes is vast amounts of money, my dear. Thats all."
I grunted as I looked around, "I can only imagine what it takes to keep this place running."
"Well, in this wing alone we have a kitchen staff, a full-time mechanic, a facilities department, myself, a hairdresser, the group of housekeepers you are applying to, and their head of staff."
I removed a folded piece of paper from my pocket and showed it to him, "Is Miss Chen Tanaka the head of staff?"
"Just Chen," Connor said politely. "Or Miss Chen, if you simply must call her anything. Dorian prefers to keep things as informal as possible." He cocked his head to glance up at the staircase and said, "And if Im not mistaken, here Chen comes now."
The first thing I saw were the unmistakable red soles of a pair of Christian Louboutin shoes descending from the top of the marble staircase. Miss Chens long legs were shapely and toned. Her calf muscles flexed as she walked. This woman had spent no little amount of time on an elliptical trainer. Her business suit was custom fit to her narrow waist and her long, black hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She stopped on the second floors landing and looked down at me. Her almond-shaped eyes were drawn to fine, cat-like points as she looked down at me and said, "Tori Winters?"
"Yes, maam," I said.
Her exquisitely angled features revealed no trace of either pleasure or displeasure with my answer. She simply turned around and said, "This way, please."
Connor smiled at me and gave me a quick thumbs-up. I mouthed a quick thanks and hurried after Miss Chen, trying to catch up to her. "Thank you for seeing me," I said.
She kept walking and did not reply.
"I really love your shoes."
Miss Chen stopped for me on the landing and turned to give me a brief once over. Her eyes fell on my shoes, assessing whether or not they were worthy of a returned compliment. Apparently, my twenty dollar value find at Payless didnt fit her standards.
She led me down the hall and through a door to a more routine stairwell and we started up toward the third floor. "I always take the stairs," she said, looking back at me, as if she could tell Id been looking at her calf muscles.
"Do you have a lot of other options in this place?" I thought to myself.
We emerged in another hallway and she took me around the corner. There were so many doors my head was spinning. It was like walking through an endless series of cavernous hallways in a museum. Finally, we came to an office door and she let me in.
The interior was weirdly futuristic and digital with high density plastic furniture that was curved into uncomfortable-looking ergonomic designs. The kind with S-shaped seats that had no arms or backs. Lights blinked from multiple wireless devices and the walls were lined with digital picture frames that cycled images every thirty seconds. As I tried to figure out how to sit down on one of the chairs across from her desk I noticed that all of the digital frames were showing the same cycle of pictures and that none of them appeared to have anything to do with Miss Chen. They were all showing the display images you saw in the store.
"So, tell me about your schoolwork," Chen said. "What do you do there?"
It was go-time. I took a breath and said, "I have one year left on my Business Administration degree and Im trying to finish it out. Aside from that, I was on the equestrian team. Uh…I took yoga last year."
Chen placated me with a smile and said, "How are your grades?"
"Excellent. Well, they were, until last semester when I had to get a full-time job to try and cover tuition. Now, I just need to work and save and try to get back to finish because I already feel like Im forgetting everything. Also, if Im not enrolled by next semester, I have to start paying back the student loan."
Miss Chen nodded silently. Her expression did not reveal any hint of compassion. It was evident shed never had money problems. Probably came from well-off parents who paid her way through school and now shes got a job with an office that looks like a science fiction movie and shoes expensive enough to pay my rent for two months.
But Ill just keep on playing the game, sitting here answering inane questions about how my unfinished business degree qualifies me to scrub toilets in your mansion, okay, Miss Chen?
"What are your qualifications for this position?"
I looked at her. I wanted to tell her I was pretty sure cleaning bathrooms didnt require many qualifications, which is why people paroled from prison were often hired to do it, but I just kept right on playing along. My smile was so fixed, I felt like it was cracking my cheeks. "Well, my father owned a cleaning service when I was growing up. I helped him when I wasnt in school. We stripped floors, cleaned bathrooms, did windows, you name it. I can even do painting and trim work if you need me to."
"How quaint," she said.
"Not everyone gets everything paid for in life," I said.
If I could have grabbed the words out of the air and stuffed them back in my mouth I would have. It was like my words were out there, floating around, and she was just looking at me, trying to figure out the most professional way to tell me to get the hell out of her office.
I poured a big dose of honey into my voice and said, "I meant to say that I grew up around people who had a lot more money than I did, so Im used to being around those who need help. Because theyre so busy, I mean."
Chen didnt look like she was buying it, but she said, "Mr. Atticus is not busy. He is wealthy. Ridiculously wealthy. If anything, he has too much time on his hands."
"Wealthy with leisure time," I said softly. "Sounds like a good problem to have."
"Indeed," she replied. She folded her hands on the desk and said, "Thank you for coming in, Miss Winters. Well be in touch if there is anything further. Please see yourself out."
I nodded dumbly and felt the breath go out of my chest like a car tire hitting a nail. That was it. Id blown it. Me and my big mouth.
I went to get out of Chens stupid chair and leave when the phone on her desk rang. She cupped her hand over it and said, "Yes, sir?"
There was a pause as she listened, and I saw her eyes glance up at me. For a moment, there was something else there, something that penetrated her carefully maintained air of cold disinterest. "All right," she said. "As you wish."
I watched her put the phone down and when she spoke, it was like having a piece of bread stuck in your throat and no water to wash it down. She folded her hands and said, "Please sit down, Miss Winters. It appears I spoke too soon."
I lowered myself back into the seat but said nothing. If Id just been rescued from the brink of death, I didnt want to do anything to blow it.
It was Chens turn to take a deep breath and collect herself then. "Most of the people who work for Mr. Atticus do not have much in the way of resources, and to be around someone who has so much can lead to resentment," she said.
"Honestly, I would just be grateful to have a job," I said. "Theres no resentment, I promise."
"You say that now, but soon, you would be tempted," Chen said. "People seek to profit from exploiting Mr. Atticus in a countless ways, whether by selling information or photographs to the tabloids or his corporate enemies, or even trying to get close to him in a…personal manner."
"I understand," I said. "Im just here to clean the bathrooms, I got it."
She kept going, "In order to ensure the loyalty of our employees, weve devised a benefits package that will compensate for any temptations you might face, so long as you obey the rules of your contract."
"Benefits?" I said. "I wasnt aware the job came with benefits."
"Its something we do not advertise, Miss Winters. And neither will you, because one of the rules of your contract is that you do not divulge its contents to anyone."
"Okay," I said, nodding slowly. "What kind of benefits?"
"A standard medical and dental package, with no co-pay."
"Seriously? I havent been to a real dentist in years. Ive been using the clinic at school."
"In addition, we offer an education incentive to employees. Mr. Atticus will reimburse your tuition provided that you maintain a 3.5 grade point average. There are bonuses for making the Deans List, cum laude, and summa cum laude, as well."
"Shut up," I said to her. "Youre kidding me, right?"
"Lastly, you will be provided a room on the estate free of charge. It is not mandatory you stay here, although many of the girls do. Even if you do not live here, you will still have a room you can use, and I recommend that you keep at least one change of clothes in the room in the event you ev
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Sunday, February 26, 2017
Mobile eavesdropping via SS7 and first reaction from telecoms
Mobile eavesdropping via SS7 and first reaction from telecoms
Mobile network operators and manufacturers finally said some words about vulnerabilities in the SS7 technology that allow an intruder to perform subscriber’s tracking, conversation tapping and other serious attacks. We reported some of these vulnerabilities and attack schemes in May 2014 at Positive Hack Days IV as well as here in our blog.
In December 2014, these SS7 threats were brought to public attention again, at the Chaos Communication Congress in Hamburg, where German researchers showed some new ways to intercept and decrypt mobile phone calls using SS7. The research have included more than 20 networks worldwide, including T-Mobile in the United States.
Meanwhile, the Washington Post reports that GSMA did not respond to queries seeking comment about the vulnerabilities in question. For the Post’s article in August on location tracking systems that use SS7, GSMA officials acknowledged problems with the network and said it was due to be replaced over the next decade because of a growing list of security and technical issues.
The reply from T-Mobile was more abstract: “T-Mobile remains vigilant in our work with other mobile operators, vendors and standards bodies to promote measures that can detect and prevent these attacks."
We also found the first official reaction from Huawei:
Huawei has obtained the vulnerability information from open channels and launched technical analysis.Again, not too much said. But it’s better that nothing, considering the fact that SS7 problem is not new: it’s traced back to the seventies of the last century. In the early two thousands SIGTRAN specification was developed; it allowed transferring SS7 messages over IP networks. Security flaws of upper levels of SS7 protocols were still presented. The telecom engineers had been alerting that subscriber locating and fraud schemes using SS7 are possible, since 2001.
For obvious reasons, providers didnt want the public to know about these vulnerabilities. However, its believed that law enforcement agencies used SS7 vulnerabilities to spy on mobile networks for years. In 2014, it was found out that there are private companies providing a whole range of the above-mentioned services to anyone who wants. For example, this is how the SkyLock service provided by the American company Verint works:
Washington Post notes that Verint do not use their capabilities against American and Israeli citizens, "but several similar systems, marketed in recent years by companies based in Switzerland, Ukraine and elsewhere, likely are free of such limitations".
The more detailed description of this tracking technology and other SS7 attacks could be found in our report “Vulnerabilities in SS7 mobile networks” published in 2014.
Data presented in this report were gathered by Positive Technologies experts in 2013 and 2014 during consulting on security analysis for several large mobile operators and are supported by practical researches of detected vulnerabilities and features of the SS7 network.
During testing network security, Positive Technologies experts managed to perform such attacks as discovering a subscribers location, disrupting a subscribers availability, SMS interception, USSD request forgery (and transfer of funds as a result of this attack), voice call redirection, conversation tapping, disrupting a mobile switchs availability.
The testing revealed that even the top 10 telecom companies are vulnerable to these attacks. Moreover, there are known cases of performance of such attacks on the international level, including discovering a subscribers location and tapping conversations from other countries.
Common features of these attacks:
- The intruder doesnt need sophisticated equipment. We used a common computer with OS Linux and SDK for generating SS7 packets, which is publicly available on the web.
- Upon performing one attack using SS7 commands, the intruder is able to perform the rest attacks by using the same methods. For instance, if the intruder managed to determine a subscribers location, only one step left for SMS interception, transfer of funds etc.
- Attacks are based on legitimate SS7 messages: you cannot just filter messages, because it may have negative influence over the whole service. An alternative way to solve the problem is presented in the final clause of this research.
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Thursday, February 16, 2017
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