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So I failed at self Protrait beautifully! =D =[
And I decided to hide my face instead of showing it =p
Here a BIG THANK YOU, to every single flickr friend who take out some of their precious time and check my Stream, THANKSH for giving such honest and lovely comments.I'm here doing what I do best,Thanksh for appreciating my efforts!
I have learned and improved so much, couldn't be possible without you all. ,THANKS A MILLION!
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Pic is the CD Cover "The Collection"....Alanis Morissette
Fuck you....
I don't mean anything to you
I never have and never will
I don't know why I waste my time
Waste my fucking time on earth
You only care about YOU and what you need
What the fuck about me?!?!
You have your fucking life and I wait here for you
Waiting like the stupid bitch I am
Like a fucking fool
I gave my heart to you
And you fucking stomp it on the ground?
Throw it in the fucking trash, rip it to pieces?
Squish it with your bare hands?
Just because you can!!
WTF was I thinking!?!?!?!
I sit here in grief.....heart broken
And you can't take the time out of your
Fucking day!!!!
You want me to hate you!?!
Cuz you can't be man enough to tell me!?!?!
Well here ya fucking go....
Fuck it! Fuck you! Fuck it All!
Fuck the world...and FUCK YOU AGAIN!
I don't need this shit or want it....
I'm threw
...en concert chez Woodstock Guitares Ensisheim le 11/01/2025
VIDEOS :
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Iq5_4MGOjg
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nv2BwOZBk70
Un hommage au sens littéral du terme : un véritable hommage, honnête et respectueux. Il s'agit non pas d'offrir une pâle copie, où tous les morceaux seraient joués et enchaînés scolairement, cliniquement et sans caractère, et où la ressemblance la plus frappante serait le bonnet de The Edge et les lunettes de Bono.
Bien au contraire, il s'agit de restituer ce qu'est U2 : un esprit, une âme, une force. Ainsi, FOUR EVER ONE délivre toutes les émotions propres à chacune des périodes du groupe : des premiers titres aux accents punk/rock incandescents (I will follow, Twilight, Sunday Bloody Sunday), aux pépites pop dont seul le combo irlandais a le secret ( One, With or without you, Walk On…), en passant par ces hymnes lyriques imparables (Pride – in the name of love, Where The Streets Have No Name, Bad… ) ou encore au rock'n'roll pur et dur (Désir, Vertigo).
A tribute to the literal meaning of the term: a true homage, honest and respectful. It is not a question of offering a pale copy, where all the pieces would be played and chained academically, clinically and without character, and where the most striking resemblance would be the bonnet of The Edge and the glasses of Bono.
On the contrary, it is about restoring what U2 is: a spirit, a soul, a force. Thus, FOUR EVER ONE delivers all the emotions of each period of the group: from the first tracks with incandescent punk/rock accents (I will follow, Twilight, Sunday Bloody Sunday), to the pop nuggets whose only Irish combo has the secret ( One, With or without you, Walk On...), through these unstoppable lyrical hymns (Pride – in the name of love, Where The Streets Have No Name, Bad...) or rock 'n' roll hard (Desire, Vertigo).
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I was so pleased with this shot, as you can cleary see the loveheart shape he has on the roof of his mouth! I think it's quite cute to be honest!
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5,475 days. That's how many days you've been alive, and I'm privileged to have had so many of them to get to know you.
Shae, you are one of my best friends, an amazing listener, an extraordinary photographer. You are beautiful, inside and out, and I hope you're fifteenth birthday is perfect (:
^^what can i say, im sappy (; so long story short, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAE, i hope it everything you expected and more :D
+1, i honest to god couldnt decide. theyre so similar but so different when you look at the details, but on the one in the comments i did some editting to the lens that i didnt LOVE, so yeah haha
100 days left, let make them count.
The Lincoln Memorial, in Washington DC, sits at the West end of the National Mall. It was constructed from 1914-1922 as a memorial to the 16th President.
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This will be a one of history photo of honest ed store in Toronto...
this store is long gone now and street will never be same...
My name is Connor Queen. After my father Oliver died, I discovered he wasn’t who I thought he was; he was the saviour of Star City, a masked saviour called the Green Arrow. Now, after avenging my mother and killing her killer I will continue his mission to protect the innocent from those who would do harm.
Carrie and I meandered into the school, hand-in-hand. A light snow was falling outside, and the air had gotten much colder, it being late November.
The mammoth foyer was filled with students, bustling around, going to their lockers, or reading the bulletin board. Carrie and I marched over to it; seeing as it was the most crowded, there was definitely some big announcement.
“Oh my gosh!” Carrie squealed as we got close enough to see it. “There’s a Christmas Ball coming up on December 21st!” I merely grinned. Dances weren’t really my thing, after a, er, incident at the grade 8 grad dance.
“Connor.” I turned around and felt the grin melt off of my face. There stood Roy in his usual brown jacket, this time with a coat over it; his shaggy black hair had specks of snow in it. I gave him a cold stare.
“Connor, I need to talk to you. Please.” Carrie noticed I was looking somewhere else and followed my gaze to Roy. A look of realization and mild interest spread across her face. I’d told her about my issues with Roy.
“I’ll leave you two to talk; see you later,” she said quickly, standing on her toes to kiss my on the cheek. She walked away as Roy trudged towards me.
“We need to go somewhere,” he said. I followed him numbly through the stuffy halls and to his locker.
“What is it?” I asked him.
“Look, Connor, I’m sorry about what I said about your dad, I was out of line-”
“Damn right you were!” I snorted. “Talking about my dad like that, you had no right!” Roy looked at the ground, a blush blossoming in his natural, Navajo tan.
“However,” he pushed on, “something’s come up, in the last few days. I don’t know if you’ve been out on patrol, or seen the news…”
“I’ve been inside,” I admitted. “As you can see I’ve met someone.” He blushed further.
“Yeah, well, there’s this person going around at night, killing people, specifically sex traffickers and male prostitutes. They’re found dead in the morning, their hearts ripped out.” I blinked a few times and processed what he said. Ew.
“Do you have any ideas who it might be?” I probed. He shook his head.
“No, but I was just letting you know; we should probably be investigating this before it gets way out of hand,” he told me. I sighed wearily; the heavy weight I hadn’t been carrying was back on my shoulders. I bit my lower lip, annoyed; to be honest, I liked not being the Green Arrow and taking a break. But I knew it was useless to resist; I could already feel my mind thinking up explanations, piling together a list of my father’s enemies who might have done something like this.
“Alright. Meet at the mansion, tonight.”
Is it embarrassing to say that I never had a first kiss before? When I told my friends about it. They never believed it. Oh well, at least that I’m being honest.
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Near Phra Pokklao Bridge in Bangkok, there were several local residents making a day’s wages near their abodes by separating stems/stalks (pedicels!) from the bases (exocarp!) of these chili peppers. All told there were probably ten people, including a few working in teams but this gent was making a go of it solo.
Sign spotted 10/19/20, in a field along US-40, in SW Pennsylvania, an area hotly contested in the upcoming election, and plastered with all manner of political signs.
Here we have a private citizen, without "spin doctors", focus groups, political action committees, or the slightest hint of foreign collusion, expressing his views on the current political situation.
His message is clear, without guile or deception, and without regard to anyone being "offended", just as the Founding Fathers intended.
It might be wise, in these times of deep and bitter national divisions, partisan fanaticism, vicious slanders, and group hypersensitivities, to remember that this kind of frank, open, and fearless self expression is the very heart of our democracy.
Yeah, and it is also humor that we can all use, right now.
Donnal Mitchell, model. Photo by Avedon. Red fox stole and flower cloche hat by Bill Blass. US Vogue Sept 1971.
Borong, a beautiful hamlet.
My Experience:
Borong, a remote and peaceful hamlet with abundance of unspoiled nature, under subdivision of Rabangla, in south Sikkim, is situated 17 kms from the tourist town of Rabangla (Ravangla). Being 120 kms away from Siliguri in North Bengal, India, Rabangla is situated at an elevation of 8000 ft with its famous Maenam wildlife sanctuary (35 square kilometres) for Great Himalayan Bears, Red Pandas, and Birds. The literal meaning of 'Maenam-La' is "Treasure house of medicines". Maenam is also famous for a 12km trekking from Rabangla to Maenam top at 3140m, for its spectacular lookout point. We had a wonderful trekking experience this time through this forest for a stretch of 18 kms (up and down). It seemed to me truly a paradise for nature lovers.
Borong is a place where you will hear only the sounds of your foot steps apart from the singing of birds of varied species, especially during dawn. River Rangit flows downhill through the gorge. People there, are so simple, warm, and honest...distinctly different from urban complexities and consumerisms.
Being one of the oldest hubs of Buddhist culture, Borong hosts the oldest monastery in Sikkim, built in 1730, is known as Old Ralong Monastery (probably known as Borong Monastery). A new monastery, called Ralong Monastery, was built later, only 3 kms away from the old one. Both the monasteries are the treasure house of architectures, frescos, artifacts, and religious herritage. Many of the Buddhist Monks seemed to me as the epitome of holiness.
Borong is a model village for organic cultivation where everything is organic...including tea and alcohol. It has recently gained fame due to increasing popularity of village tourism and eco-tourism activities. Every small house of the villagers has a bit of land cultivating organic tea, vegetables, fruits and a variety of plant spices, especially cardamom and turmeric. Tastes and flavors of foods, vegetables are mouth-watering. Drinking- water is straight from the natural springs. It is strictly a plastic and smoking free zone. In a clear day you will find majestic Mt Kanchenjungha (28,170 ft, third highest mountain in the world), Mt. Pandim (21,952 ft), Mt. Narsing (19,029 ft) and Black Kabru.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_mountains_by_elevation
In the month of March-April you will have a spectacular display of Rhododendrons everywhere here, and in the late October, awesome Cherry blossoms all around.
We stayed in 'Wild Flower Retreat', a wonderful resort in Borong. The hospitality, food and lodging was simply amazing there. It was my immense pleasure to relax with a cup of coffee and viewing the great mountaiin peaks right in front from the resort courtyard. We had a wonderful experience of an unique way of making 'Organic Paper' from a special kind of plant cultivated in the village, originally discovered in this region of Himalayan forests. The product of this small scale industry, within the premises of 'Wild Flower Retreat', reminded me the Papyrus of Ancient Egypt.
Borong is a place, I'm sure, with all its grandeur, beauty and uniqueness will call you again and again...anytime a year...if you want to escape from your burdened and stressful life, and acquire some knowledge and wisdome, you never had before. Once you go there...will feel the pulse...and energy you build-up from inside...an 'Elixer' having a power of its own, much superior than any tonic prepared in human laboratories...!!!
A city landmark for almost 70 years, demolished and redeveloped since closing at end of 2016 - founder and owner Ed Mirvish was Toronto's only theatrical impresario for much of this period, hence the posters
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honest_Ed%27s
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ed_Mirvish
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Seen in the "Virginia Steele Scott Galleries of American Art" at the Huntington Library & Botanical Gardens, January 2018
As we transition from one president to another I thought a reminder of the character of one of our earlier highly regarded presidents might be appropriate ! We need honesty from our President, from our news media and from our Federal, State and local representaives !
On May 18, 1860, Leonard Volk made a life mask of Abraham Lincoln by covering the future president's face in plaster, letting it set, and carefully removing it. At the time of the life mask, Lincoln did not yet wear the beard that would later become an iconic part of his popular image.