ABDUCTORS

1. Sit on your knees next to the Ball. Slowly place your side on the ball and rest your hands on top of the ball for added support. Now lift your outer leg out to side- up and down. This works on your outer thigh also known as abductors. Repeat 20 times and then do on the other side. 2. From the above position, place the leg down and start rolling further back on the ball on your side. Try to

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Is this real or an urban legend? Lately there were reports of child abductions in the Southern Luzon area of the Philippines particularly Cavite, Laguna and Batangas where children and young women are allegedly forcibly abducted. So disturbing and alarming especially when it is reported that the incidence is rampant allegedly carried out by... Philippine political & social events as seen from

Father Giancarlo Bossi, an Italian Priest was abducted last June 10 from the Village of Bulawa on his way to church.Father Bossi was second to Father Giuseppe Pierantoni (2001) being kidnapped in the same region recently.Early this morning, abductors released Bossi without ransom in Lanao del Norte where he was seized and after his recovery, the authorities took him to a military camp in Zamboanga City.In his interview, Father Bossi plans to meet his parishioners before heading back to Italy. He also said that his captors have treated him nicely only the food wasn’t great, they eat kamote (sweet potato) and sardines and sometimes only salt and rice. It shows in his shape that he lost a lot of weight while he was under captivity.Father Bossi’s mother, who has an Alzheimer, celebrated her 87th birthday yesterday and according to him, it was he who was able to receive a birthday gift from his mom, and that was his freedom.

Dhaka, July 7 (IANS) Myanmar militants holding a Danish agency official in captivity since June 25 in forests managed to foil a rescue mission by Bangladesh security forces and escaped after an hour-long exchange of fire. (more…)

"...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!!!"I fly into the ground with aTHOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMThe impact echoes throughout the vast valley basin, shattering the seemingly endless silence for what seems like hours......The damp air of the forest floor cools my nostrils...In.Out.In....She's so tired.The Girl reminds me of someone from home, and it pains me to see Her tired.Her lips kind of do that thing.I pick her up and run as far away from the compound as I can.We have to escape!My legs are like the wheels on a car. I'm amazed how far I can run with her.I'm calm only for a second.That's all it takes and, boom, my legs go out.We tumble to the ground.My bloody knee burns.I lose all my energy, but She gives it back to me for that one brief moment, the moment before her head fell off....I open my eyes and get up off the grounds.I have to escape!I shake the leaves off my undershirt. I'm fine. No scrapes. Nothing. What am I?!?They'll be here, any second!I'm scared. What have I become? H

I wake up, and images of my torture flash through my mind.The past few weeks have been disgusting.Nightmares I lived are still nightmares.I have rods inserted through my stomach, mecha-parasites implanted in my bloodstream, who knows what kinds of chemicals in my nervous system.Any sick test or experiment imaginable has been visited upon me in the weeks following my meeting Her in the courtyard.What are they be doing to Her?She's crying, panicked, in my head, and it makes me sick! Can these images be real? How can I see what's happening to Her? Am I still dreaming? They must have done something to my mind.Escape plans run through my head.Schematics I saw when I was 13 run length ways across the lense of my mind's eye.I run through the many times I've thought about it.I think they could tell I was thinking about it. I always think about smashing their skulls with their enormous personal electronic equipment.Technological homicide.Haggard Hair flaps free of flames from a frag f

Slowly, I regain mass.My abductors have found me.That's it. I'm dead. Finally, I will be put out of my misery. It's over.It's surprising how calm and relieved I feel, as I materialize in the monochromatic toilet.Bright lights shine in my eyes, and I can't see.I can make out some long, shadowy figures."MURDERER!" ZZZMMMMVVVVVWWWAAAAWWWVVVMMMMZZZThe laser beam sears the flesh on my stomach..., and... I... black... out......The stars swim in constant blackness. Space. My only escape....I wake up in the room. The same dream. Every night. My room, now. Not my real room; where my abductors keep me.I sit on the bed and feel time wash over me.How long has it been? ten? eleven years? The abduction, it seems-- I want it to seem like yesterday, but I can't. Time passes, and I feel dead. My life ended, that night.I died.SQUEEUEEUEEUEEUEE .Grub!SCCCCCCCCCCCCNKThe slot in the door slides open.And, a plate of buttery steamed rice is thrown through.CA-CLINK-NK-NKLike a dog, I dig in

Time, They say, waits for no man.That's what They say. They would; Dirty Aliens!The Alien Menace loves to rub it in everyone's faces that they can stop time in closely-targeted areas.If only they'd use it to help people, instead of using it for abduction and brutalization.I hate Them.That's what I think as my matter reconfigures on the ship's bridge.I think I see The Girl. I wonder what her name is, but now is probably not the time to ask, seeing as I do the gunman pointing the incineration rifles at me.I gasp for air, as my lungs complete thier strange regrowth, and two aliens pin me to the wall.The Girl slowly approaches me.As she nears, she stretches her arms and the top of her shirt opens enough to see a nice patch of her warm cheast heaving with sensual energy."Why do you have to drag me into this?" I ask."These people want to help you.""They're aliens!""No. They're people like us, we stole a ship and mastered their holographic identity adaptor. We wanted you to help us t

I fade back into existence on the bridge of a phantom starship to find someone waiting for me that I would have thought is dead, but I had a hunch.  I find it best to go with my gut in these situations.  I make a fist.I make a fist as I stare into the face of the girl I watched die in my arms.Twice.Maybe more, it's hard to remember."What the hell is going on?!?"She says nothing with her voice, but everything with her body language.  Her hips sway with the sounds of shrieking incondolance.  Her fingers rub together in a hollering hootinanny of howling hysteria.   Her legs cross in a tirade of tauntingly tenacious troublesomeness.  Damn, she's angry at me!"You're a clone of someone I once knew that died..."CHECK BACK ON TUESDAY FOR THE FULL THRILLING CONCLUSION OF THE MYSTERY OF THE ABDUCTORS SAGA, BATTLE BOY BRAINS!

I've been dead for ten years.I tell the woman to leave me alone.The guards approach, but my knife already digs into her throat. Whoever she is, her life will be the one in danger as I escape."BACK AWAY OR SHE DIES."The guards keep coming."I'LL DO IT."It's no use.I run for my life, breaking through walls. The guards are on me so I turn and grab one, but the other gets off a shot.KA-CHOW!The bullet ricochets off my head, and I throw the guard into the far wall.I'm dead.TO BE CONTINUED!

I fade back into existence on the bridge of a phantom starship to find someone waiting for me that I would have thought is dead, but I had a hunch. I find it best to go with my gut in these situations.I make a fist.I make a fist as I stare into the face of the girl I watched die in my arms.Twice.Maybe more, it's hard to remember."What the hell is going on?!?"She says nothing with her voice, but everything with her body language. Her hips sway with the sounds of shrieking incondolance. Her fingers rub together in a hollering hootinanny of howling hysteria. Her legs cross in a tirade of tauntingly tenacious troublesomeness.Damn, she's angry at me!"You're a clone of someone I once knew that died...""I know..."She stares at me like nothing I've ever seen before."...Aren't you going to ask me my name?"I think about it for a minute."Yeah.""Yeah, what?"She snaps her fingers andsome of the aliens lock me in a hold.I struggle to get free, but they're strong.Another alien thug comes up and

"You're not from Mongo!"I stutter from the tears."You're not! You're lying!!!"I run at "Miss Jansa," but her guards grab me and toss me in a holding cell. Through the bars, Jansa continues."I don't lie, Boy. I am Jansa, Ruling Matriarch of Outer Mongo, a planet four times the size of this mudball.""'This mudball.' What do you mean?""The planet we hover above... Earth."I'm still on earth! I knew I felt my family close. Not close, but not beyond the stars. Hope intoxicates me, and I ready for the fight of my life."Jansa."The words sound strange and yet familiar. I'm taken to another world. I'm transported to another person. I orient to an existense i which I've never had to to, but wanted all. I'm weak. I'm controlled by--"Don't talk to me! I will do the talking. You will LISTEN!!!!!!!"The girl I knew was never this crazy. And, she was certainly no queen. Maybe she was thrown in that detention camp for political reasons. Was she some sort of political prisoner? How'd