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ibrahimovic303:
I’m not on scholarship here, you can always get by as a student there with menial jobs and factories are abundant in some cities...student housing is cheap, some places could charge €250/Mth and you can split these anyway

did Bsc in Petroleum Engineering, where can I find schools that I can do an MSC related to my course of study..

thanks..

sent you a mail... we need talk...

ibrahimovic303:
For money, most schools in Finland now charge tuition fees ranging from 8k- 12k euros, but there are now abundant scholarships options that will reduce tuition by as much as 70% or even 100%, which means you could then be on payroll of around 500euros per month as long as you remain competent for what gave you the scholarship

Application rounds open next month, get your english tests, transcripts sent, motivational letter, CVs, scholarship forms too...When you get admission, next thing is to transfer your fees to Finland, then they will send you an acknowledgement letter from the bank, which you will use for the embassy visit...When you get your RP, you come to Finland, start making friends on the study in Finland thread here on nairaland, you must not have anyone here....I prefer Germany over all three countries obviously because they are a powerhouse here in Europe, Norway is too damn expensive unless you are loaded to the teeth, but I will put them in these order: Germany, Finland, Norway....

are you on a scholarship programme over there??

and how easy can one get a good paying job in Germany??

do you stay in the school hostel or off k... how cheap are they.. comparison

hello ibrahimovic303, man man you be. very nice and educative write up you got here. thanks for sharing this beautiful knowledge of you.. it has really gone a long way to inspire me to look abroad especially Finland for my masters program.

I have just a few questions to ask you...

the total amount of money for this beautiful voyage

kindly explain to us the entire process of applying, securing admission, traveling and settlement down over there (MONTHS MEANT FOR APPLICATION)

do you have a person there prior to you going over there

what are the basic requirement's..

pls I want you to rank these following Scandinavia countries according to your experience and exposure which one is better for an average emigrate like us to travel to for Masters and part-time work to foot in the bills for the 2nd year..


German

Norway

Finland


once again, thank you very much for sharing this priceless experience of yours... would love to start my masters by this time next year, just graduated this year sha..

Aunty Kemi, How market??

wow, I have finally gotten to the end of this wonderful thread, thank God oooo, I have a couple of questions to ask, kindly answer them for me.

1) The names of the best university in Norway in terms of everything you can ever think of.

2) I studied studied Petroleum Engineering and would love to do my MSC in Natural Gas Technology. when I read the requirement for it, they stated that one must have had done a Bsc in chemical or mechanical Engineering. this scared the hell outta me cause I just studied Petroleum Engineering.

my question now is that do you guys know anyone that studied Petroleum Engineering and currently doing Natural Gas Engineering??

3) in case one is not able to present an account of at leat 110, 000 Nok, what would be the fate of the person??

4) what kind of jobs are available over their cos I intend to work for funds over there for my second year.

5) how often do they employ foreigners there after schooling and what do most people do after that.

6) When do the application for admission begins and ends ( Months specifically )

7) When do lectures starts (Months Specifically).

Are scholarships available for foreign students over there??

note: am graduating this year and intend to follow up on the admission process as soon as possible.

rr

Currently undergoing the hardest part of my life in school.

Am to start my final year project experiment this week and just last week, my laptop spoiled, met the repairer yesterday and he was asking for 15k to repair the mother board, said it got fried due to excess current, yet to pay my supervisor 50k for the Nano particle I will be working with in the lab. just having a second thought about all this. I don't wanna spend an extra year here in school, really need my laptop to be working good now. I know I can talk him into giving me the particle for free now and later pay but that laptop need to receive life between now and Wednesday!..

God see me through. he brought me here, he will surely see me through maybe through you!

ok

ok

This is Nigeria!. Everything is possible.. smh

Philippines President Rodrigo Duterte has sparked controversy in his country after he called God “stupid” and a “son of a bitch” for the concept of the Biblical creation story of Adam and Eve.



Duterte, an open critic of the Catholic Church was addressing a summit in Davao City on Friday, where he questioned God’s logic in the Biblical creation story of Adam and Eve.
“Adam ate it then malice was born. Who is this stupid God? Istupido talaga itong putangina kung ganoon (That son of a b**** is stupid if that’s the case),” he said, reported Rappler. “You created something perfect and then you think of an event that would tempt and destroy the quality of your work,” he added.
Talking about his interpretation of the concept of “original sin,” the president said, “That was your mother and father’s deed – you weren’t born yet, but now you have original sin. What kind of religion is that? I can’t accept it.”



The controversial president added, “I believe there is a universal mind, but… I cannot picture him as a human being. But I really believe, I have this faith and abiding thing, but don’t believe in religion.” He made similar remarks earlier this month during a meeting with the Filipino community in South Korea. “If that’s the Catholic God, that’s a lie. Seek God right,” he said.
His spokesman, Harry Roque has since defended the controversial statement as his personal belief.


“That is the personal belief of the president,” he said. “We are free to believe in religion and we are also free not to believe in religion. The president has his personal spiritual beliefs.”


“We cannot fault the president if he has no sense of hypocrisy and we should accept that because even when he was just a candidate, he never hid that from us,” he added.

Source ; http://www.informationng.com/2018/06/philippines-president-rodrigo-duterte-calls-god-stupid-and-a-son-of-a-bitch.html/amp

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It seems Russian bar owners grossly underestimated how much beer they’d be needing this summer.



According to reports, a number of holstelries in Moscow have already began to sell out of beer and if you’re in the city to watch the World Cup and you don’t like vodka, staying sober might be your only option.


Approximately one million football fans are expected to flock to Russia’s capital for the tournament and the high temperatures at this time of year means the city’s streets are throbbing with revellers every night until the early hours of the morning.
Beer has only been classed as an alcoholic drink in Russia since 2011, when a law was also passed prohibiting the sale of alcohol between 23:00 and 08:00. Before 2011, anything containing less than 10% alcohol was considered a foodstuff.



Russia is ranked 14th in the world in terms of alcohol consumption per capita, but only 32nd when it comes to beer. People from the Czech Republic drink the most beer in the world while Germans are fourth on the list, Americans 17th and the Brits way down in 28th.


Budweiser is the official beer of the 2018 World Cup, and Fifa has such a stranglehold on the competition that other brands are not available for purchase on match days.
Fifa has stitched up the market so much that you can't even buy booze in the supermarkets on match days, only Bud from their stands…

source https://onefootball.com/en/news/world-cup-crisis-russia-is-running-out-of-beer-en-20390587?variable=20180620&_branch_match_id=537978631295622105

@ mods....Tabbaz, Mynd44, dominique , puskin, naijacutee

I've Got Some Things to Say

BY ROMELU LUKAKU

JUN 18 2018

I remember the exact moment I knew we were broke. I can still picture my mum at the refrigerator and the look on her face.



I was six years old, and I came home for lunch during our break at school. My mum had the same thing on the menu every single day: Bread and milk. When you’re a kid, you don’t even think about it. But I guess that’s what we could afford.



Then this one day I came home, and I walked into the kitchen, and I saw my mum at the refrigerator with the box of milk, like normal. But this time she was mixing something in with it. She was shaking it all up, you know? I didn’t understand what was going on. Then she brought my lunch over to me, and she was smiling like everything was cool. But I realized right away what was going on.



She was mixing water in with the milk. We didn’t have enough money to make it last the whole week. We were broke. Not just poor, but broke.


My father had been a pro footballer, but he was at the end of his career and the money was all gone. The first thing to go was the cable TV. No more football. No more Match of the Day. No signal.

Then I’d come home at night and the lights would be shut off. No electricity for two, three weeks at a time. Then I’d want to take a bath, and there would be no hot water. My mum would heat up a kettle on the stove, and I’d stand in the shower splashing the warm water on top of my head with a cup.



There were even times when my mum had to “borrow” bread from the bakery down the street. The bakers knew me and my little brother, so they’d let her take a loaf of bread on Monday and pay them back on Friday.


I knew we were struggling. But when she was mixing in water with the milk, I realized it was over, you know what I mean? This was our life.


I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want her to stress. I just ate my lunch. But I swear to God, I made a promise to myself that day. It was like somebody snapped their fingers and woke me up. I knew exactly what I had to do, and what I was going to do.



I couldn’t see my mother living like that. Nah, nah, nah. I couldn’t have that.

People in football love to talk about mental strength. Well, I’m the strongest dude you’re ever going to meet. Because I remember sitting in the dark with my brother and my mom, saying our prayers, and thinking, believing, knowing … it’s going to happen.

I kept my promise to myself for a while. But then some days I’d come home from school and find my mum crying. So I finally told her one day, “Mum, it’s gonna change. You’ll see. I’m going to play football for Anderlecht, and it’s going to happen soon. We’ll be good. You won’t have to worry anymore.”


I was six.

I asked my father, “When can you start playing professional football?”

He said, “Sixteen.”

I said, “O.K., sixteen then.”

It was going to happen. Period.



Let me tell you something — every game I ever played was a Final. When I played in the park, it was a Final. When I played during break in kindergarten, it was a Final. I’m dead-ass serious. I used to try to tear the cover off the ball every time I shot it. Full power. We weren’t hitting R1, bro. No finesse shot. I didn’t have the new FIFA. I didn’t have a Playstation. I wasn’t playing around. I was trying to kill you.



When I started growing taller, some of the teachers and the parents would be stressing me. I’ll never forget the first time I heard one of the adults say, “Hey, how old are you? What year were you born?”


I’m like, What? Are you serious?



When I was 11 years old, I was playing for the Lièrse youth team, and one of the parents from the other team literally tried to stop me from going on the pitch. He was like, “How old is this kid? Where is his I.D.? Where is he from?”



I thought, Where am I from? What? I was born in Antwerp. I’m from Belgium.



My dad wasn’t there, because he didn’t have a car to drive to my away games. I was all alone, and I had to stand up for myself. I went and got my I.D. from my bag and showed it to all the parents, and they were passing it around inspecting it, and I remember the blood just rushing through me … and I thought, “Oh, I’m gonna kill your son even more now. I was already going to kill him, but now I’m gonna destroy him. You’re gonna drive the boy home crying now.”



I wanted to be the best footballer in Belgian history. That was my goal. Not good. Not great. The best. I played with so much anger, because of a lot of things … because of the rats running around in our apartment … because I couldn’t watch the Champions League … because of how the other parents used to look at me.


I was on a mission.


When I was 12, I scored 76 goals in 34 games.


I scored them all wearing my dad’s shoes. Once our feet got to be the same size, we used to share.


One day I called up my grandfather — my mum’s dad. He was one of the most important people in my life. He was my connection back to Congo, where my mum and dad are from. So I was on the phone with him one day, and I said, “Yeah, I’m doing really well. I scored 76 goals, and we won the league. The big teams are noticing me.”



And usually, he always wanted to hear about my football. But this time it was strange. He said, “Yeah, Rom. Yeah, that’s great. But can you do me a favor?”



I said, “Yeah, what is it?”



He said, “Can you look after my daughter, please?”



I remember being so confused. Like, what’s Grandad on about?

I said, “Mum? Yeah, we’re cool. We’re O.K.”


He said, “No, promise me. Can you promise me? Just look after my daughter. Just look after her for me, O.K.?”



I said, “Yeah, Granddad. I got it. I promise you.”


Five days later he passed away. And then I understood what he really meant.

It makes me so sad to think about, because I just wish that he could have lived another four years to see me play for Anderlecht. To see that I kept my promise, you know? To see that everything was going to be O.K.

I told my mum that I would make it at 16.

I was late by 11 days.




May 24, 2009.

The playoff final. Anderlecht vs. Standard Liège.

That was the craziest day of my life. But we have to back up for a minute. Because at the start of the season, I was barely playing for the Anderlecht U-19s. The coach had me coming off the bench. I’m like, “How the hell am I going to sign a pro contract on my 16th birthday if I’m still on the bench for the U-19s?”

So I made a bet with our coach.

I told him, “I’ll guarantee you something. If you actually play me, I’m going to score 25 goals by December.”

He laughed. He literally laughed at me.

I said, “Let’s make a bet then.”

He said, “O.K., but if you don’t score 25 by December, you’re going to the bench.”

I said, “Fine, but if I win, you’re going to clean all the minivans that take the players home from training.”
He said, “O.K., it’s a deal.”

I said, “And one more thing. You have to make pancakes for us every day.”

He said, “O.K., fine.”

That was the dumbest bet that man ever made.

I had 25 by November. We were eating pancakes before Christmas, bro.

Let that be a lesson. You don’t play around with a boy who’s hungry!

I signed my pro contract with Anderlecht on my birthday, May 13. Went straight out and bought the new FIFA and a cable package. It was already the end of the season, so I was at home chilling. But the Belgian league was crazy that year, because Anderlecht and Standard Liege had finished tied on points. So there was a two-leg playoff to decide the title.



During the first leg, I’m at home watching on TV like a fan.

Then the day before the second leg, I get a phone call from the coach of the reserves.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Rom. What are you doing?”

“About to go play football in the park.”

“No, no, no, no, no. Pack your bags. Right now.”

“What? What did I do?”

“No, no, no. You need to get to the stadium right now. The first team wants you now.”

“Yo …. What?! Me?!”

“Yeah, you. Come now.”



I literally sprinted into my dad’s bedroom and was like, “Yo! Get your ass up right now! We gotta go, man!”

He’s like, “Huh? What? Go where?”

I’m like, “ANDERLECHT, MAN.”

I’ll never forget, I showed up to the stadium, and I like pretty much ran into the dressing room and the kitman said, “O.K., kid, what number do you want?”

And I said, “Give me number 10.”
The kitman said, “O.K., kid, what number do you want?” And I said, “Give me number 10.”
Hahahaha! I don’t know. I was too young to be scared I guess.

He was like, “Academy players have to take 30 and above.”

I said, “O.K., well, three plus six equals nine, and that’s a cool number, so give me 36.”

That night at the hotel, the senior players made me sing a song for them at dinner. I can’t even remember what I picked. My head was spinning.

The next morning, my friend literally knocked on the door of my house to see if I wanted to play football and my mum was like, “He’s out playing.”

My friend said, “Playing where?”

She said, “The final.”



We got off the bus at the stadium, and every single player walked in wearing a cool suit. Except me. I came off the bus wearing a terrible tracksuit, and all the TV cameras were right in my face. The walk to the locker room was like 300 meters. Maybe a three-minute walk. As soon as I put my foot in the locker room, my phone starts blowing up. Everybody had seen me on TV. I had 25 messages in three minutes. My friends were going crazy.



“Bro?! WHY ARE YOU AT THE GAME?!”


“Rom, what is happening? WHY ARE YOU ON TV?”

The only person I texted back was my best friend. I said, “Bro, I don’t know if I’m gonna play. I don’t know what’s going on. But just keep watching the TV.”

In the 63rd minute, the manager subbed me on.

I ran out onto the field for Anderlecht at 16 years and 11 days old.

We lost the final that day, but I was already in heaven. I made good on my promise to my mother and to my grandad. That was the moment I knew we were gonna be O.K.



The next season, I was still finishing up my last year of high school and playing in the Europa League at the same time. I used to have to take a big bag to school so I could catch a flight in the afternoon. We won the league by a mile, and I finished second for African Player of the Year. It was just … crazy.



I actually expected all that to happen, but maybe not so fast. All of sudden, the media was building me up, and putting all these expectations on me. Especially with the national team. For whatever reason, I just wasn’t playing well for Belgium. It wasn’t working out.


But, yo — come on. I was 17! 18! 19!



When things were going well, I was reading newspapers articles and they were calling me Romelu Lukaku, the Belgian striker.

When things weren’t going well, they were calling me Romelu Lukaku, the Belgian striker of Congolese descent.

If you don’t like the way I play, that’s fine. But I was born here. I grew up in Antwerp, and Liège and Brussels. I dreamed of playing for Anderlecht. I dreamed of being Vincent Kompany. I’ll start a sentence in French and finish it in Dutch, and I’ll throw in some Spanish or Portuguese or Lingala, depending on what neighborhood we’re in.



I’m Belgian.

We’re all Belgian. That’s what makes this country cool, right?

I don’t know why some people in my own country want to see me fail. I really don’t. When I went to Chelsea and I wasn’t playing, I heard them laughing at me. When I got loaned out to West Brom, I heard them laughing at me.



But it’s cool. Those people weren’t with me when we were pouring water in our cereal. If you weren’t with me when I had nothing, then you can’t really understand me.



You know what’s funny? I missed 10 years of Champions League football when I was a kid. We never could afford it. I would come into school and all the kids would be talking about the final, and I’d have no idea what happened. I remember back in 2002, when Madrid played Leverkusen, everybody was like, “The volley! Oh my God, the volley!”


I had to pretend like I knew what they were talking about.



Two weeks later, we were sitting in computer class, and one of my friends downloaded the video off the Internet, and I finally saw Zidane smash it into the top corner with his left.


That summer, I went over to his house so I could watch Ronaldo Fenomeno in the World Cup Final. Everything else from that tournament is just a story I heard from the kids at school.


Ha! I remember I had holes in my shoes in 2002. Big holes.



Twelve years later, I was playing in the World Cup.



Now I’m about to play in another World Cup, and you know what? I’m going to remember to have fun this time. Life is too short for the stress and the drama. People can say whatever they want about our team, and about me.



Man, listen — when we were kids, we couldn’t even afford to watch Thierry Henry on Match of the Day! Now I’m learning from him every day with the national team. I’m standing with the legend, in the flesh, and he’s telling me all about how to run into space like he used to do. Thierry might be the only guy in the world who watches more football than me. We debate everything. We’re sitting around and having debates about German second division football.



I’m like, “Thierry, have you seen the Fortuna Düsseldorf setup, though?”

He’s like, “Don’t be silly. Yes, of course.”

That’s the coolest thing in the world, to me.

I just really, really wish my grandad was around to witness this.

I’m not talking about the Premier League.

Not Manchester United.

Not the Champions League.

Not the World Cups.



That’s not what I mean. I just wish he was around to see the life we have now. I wish I could have one more phone call with him, and I could let him know …

“See? I told you. Your daughter is OK. No more rats in the apartment. No more sleeping on the floor. No more stress. We’re good now. We’re good …

… They don’t have to check the I.D. any more. They know our name.”




Romelu Lukaku

BELGIUM

source https://punchng.com/some-belgians-want-to-see-me-fail-lukaku/

Lalas247:
This lifestyle doesn’t pay ... u end up paying with your life ...
He did a lot of wrongs .. lived a terrible life ... hope he makes heaven .

in what way, what did he really do??

kk

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NwanyiAwkaetiti:
Could b that Nadia bakery just opposite uniben..

its Nadia bakery opposite main gate!...

*Safe-drive*

9452508
Merrybet


1. 06.05.18 13:30
AZ Alkmaar - PEC Zwolle (1X2)
Customer type: AZ Alkmaar @ 1.45
Result:
2. 06.05.18 13:30
SBV Excelsior - Ajax Amsterdam (1X2)
Customer type: Ajax Amsterdam @ 1.30
Result:
3. 06.05.18 19:45
FC Barcelona - Real Madrid (Under/Over 4.5 goals)
Customer type: Under @ 1.45
Result:
4. 06.05.18 15:15
Atletico Madrid - Espanyol Barcelona (Under/Over 3.5 goals)
Customer type: Under @ 1.25
Result:
5. 06.05.18 15:30
Olympique Lyon - Troyes AC (Under/Over 4.5 goals)
Customer type: Under @ 1.50
Result:
6. 06.05.18 16:00
FC Nantes - Montpellier HSC (Under/Over 3.5 goals)
Customer type: Under @ 1.20
Result:
7. 06.05.18 13:30
Club Brugge - RSC Anderlecht (Under/Over 4.5 goals)
Customer type: Under @ 1.22
Result:
8. 06.05.18 17:00
Standard Liege - KRC Genk (Under/Over 3.5 goals)
Customer type: Under @ 1.40
Result:

LETS GO AGAIN *NPL*

Rivers United FC - Abia Warriors FC
Yes - Home Score 1.10

Nasarawa United - El Kanemi Warriors
Yes - Home Score 1.10

Katsina United FC - Plateau United
Over(0.5) 1.07

Heartland FC Owerri - Kano Pillars FC
Over(0.5) 1.10

MFM FC - Niger Tornadoes FC
Yes - Home Score 1.13

Kwara United - Yobe Stars
Yes - Home Score 1.14

FC Ifeanyi Ubah - GO Round FC
Yes - Home Score 1.11

*2 odds*
73CRV88

congrats innobets

dunkem21:
You were making sense till you mentioned Joe that has not visited his home town for the past 10 years

nigga why are you lying Engr Joe Igbokwe?? someone that buried his mum 5 or 6 years ago hmm is it not the same Joe Igbokwe I saw during Xmas holiday?. nigga, lie with conscience abeg!...


#NOBLE

kenneyyice:
hello Odunharry, I didn't see my name on the list ooo. I was the first to apply

seen my name already..... Thanks....

kenneyyice:
Institution : University of Benin
level : 500 level
Course : Petroleum Engineering

this was my application.

hello Odunharry, I didn't see my name on the list ooo. I was the first to apply

Institution : University of Benin

level : 500 level

Course : Petroleum Engineering