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A moment filled with tension and quiet longing.
Eyes forward — the evening is mine to begin.
Golden accents, soft lines, a touch of glamour. ✨
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Ein Moment aus Spannung und leiser Sehnsucht.
Der Blick voraus, der Abend kann kommen.
Goldene Akzente, weiche Linien, ein Hauch Glamour. ✨
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Ce dessin fantastique d'une femme casquée dans le profil est l'un des quatre dessins au fusain similaires Redon exécutés au cours de la dernière décennie du XIXe siècle. Le sitter, rendu étrangement muet par son revêtement de helmetlike et intouchable par ses aiguilles épineuses, varie légèrement d'une feuille à. Bien que la signification exacte de l'image de Redon ne sait pas, on a pensé que la servitude bizarre imposée à son modèle exprime la peur inconsciente de la sexualité féminine ou, au contraire, est un symbole de la fécondité féminine. Tout aussi important, cependant, est virtuose de la manipulation de Redon de charbon de bois et son abiliy pour capturer toute sa gamme de tons, de l'obscurité la qualité de velours du casque à la pâleur de la peau de la femme.
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Taken at "Pan Men" in Suzhou, on the steps coming down.
Dedicated to my friend who told me about this place.
It was a nice sunny June day and I was photographing at Clink Road Junction, my girlfriend and I were sitting on the embankment opposite Clink Road box hoping to photograph a few Westerns, when the signalman come out of box and came across to us I thought he was going to tell us we were trespassing and to clear off , but no he invited us into the box and made us a cup of tea , that was the start of a long friendship with signalman Adrian Vaughan I later spent many happy hours photographing in the Signal Boxes that Adrian worked, the above picture was taken at Witham on 26/05/1975. L to R my girlfrend Lesley, Susan, Adrians wife and the man himself. I am still intouch with Adrian who now live,s in Norfolk. For the record the Western,s . seen at Clink Road Junction on the day I first met Adrian were, 1001/09/12/15/28/31/33/34/37/44/46/48/50/54. Class 50,s 50018/30/38/44/46. 47,s 47059/63/93/ 128/189/258/438. 33,s 33015/25. 31286. 46028. KC. If you wonder what they were looking at a herd of cow's in the field behind the box were just running around like mad the farmer had only just put them in the field and they seemed to enjoying themselves. KC.
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At least it's not floral! :) Those photos may look nice, but to me they usually have no big significance.
This got into Explore as #269 on Wednesday, July 16, 2008. Whee :D
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John 3 The entire chapter where Jesus tells how to be born again in order to see the kingdom of God :
1 There was a man of the Pharisees, named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews: 2 The same came to Jesus by night, and said unto him, Rabbi, we know that thou art a teacher come from God: for no man can do these miracles that thou doest, except God be with him. 3 Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. 4 Nicodemus saith unto him, How can a man be born when he is old? can he enter the second time into his mother's womb, and be born? 5 Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God. 6 That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. 7 Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again. 8 The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. 9 Nicodemus answered and said unto him, How can these things be? 10 Jesus answered and said unto him, Art thou a master of Israel, and knowest not these things? 11 Verily, verily, I say unto thee, We speak that we do know, and testify that we have seen; and ye receive not our witness. 12 If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye believe, if I tell you of heavenly things? 13 And no man hath ascended up to heaven, but he that came down from heaven, even the Son of man which is in heaven. 14 And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of man be lifted up: 15 That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life. 16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. 17 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. 18 He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. 19 And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil. 20 For every one that doeth evil hateth the light, neither cometh to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved. 21 But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God.
22 After these things came Jesus and his disciples into the land of Judaea; and there he tarried with them, and baptized. 23 And John also was baptizing in Aenon near to Salim, because there was much water there: and they came, and were baptized. 24 For John was not yet cast into prison. 25 Then there arose a question between some of John's disciples and the Jews about purifying. 26 And they came unto John, and said unto him, Rabbi, he that was with thee beyond Jordan, to whom thou barest witness, behold, the same baptizeth, and all men come to him. 27 John answered and said, A man can receive nothing, except it be given him from heaven. 28 Ye yourselves bear me witness, that I said, I am not the Christ, but that I am sent before him. 29 He that hath the bride is the bridegroom: but the friend of the bridegroom, which standeth and heareth him, rejoiceth greatly because of the bridegroom's voice: this my joy therefore is fulfilled. 30 He must increase, but I must decrease. 31 He that cometh from above is above all: he that is of the earth is earthly, and speaketh of the earth: he that cometh from heaven is above all. 32 And what he hath seen and heard, that he testifieth; and no man receiveth his testimony. 33 He that hath received his testimony hath set to his seal that God is true. 34 For he whom God hath sent speaketh the words of God: for God giveth not the Spirit by measure unto him. 35 The Father loveth the Son, and hath given all things into his hand. 36 He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.
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How Well Do You Know God?
Guess what? God loves you and wants to have a personal relationship with you forever.
Your heavenly Father also has a special plan for your life. He gives us this promise in the Old Testament book of Jeremiah, chapter 29 verse 11: “‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ says the LORD, ‘They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.’” God created you to have a relationship with Him. He wants you to grow close to Him now and spend forever with Him in heaven after you die.
But one thing separates us from a relationship with God … sin. If you’ve ever done something wrong, then you know about sin. Sin is disobeying God and the Bible says in Romans 3:23: “For all [that means us!] have sinned; all fall short of God’s glorious standard.”
Romans 6:23 explains that the punishment for sin is death—separation from God in hell forever. No matter how hard we try, we can’t save ourselves. We can’t earn our way to heaven by being good, going to church, or getting baptized. That’s the bad news.
But don’t worry! God loves us so much that He sent his only son, Jesus, to earth. Jesus lived a perfect, sinless life and then died on the cross to take the punishment for our sins (Romans 5:8). Three days later, He came back to life and now He lives in heaven.
In John 14:6, Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through Me.” To reach God and live in heaven after you die, you must accept Jesus as your personal Savior and Lord.
To accept Jesus as your Savior, simply talk to God and admit that you are a sinner, believe that Jesus died for your sins and was raised from the dead, and give Him control of your life.
Here is an example of a prayer that will help you know what to say:
Dear God, I know that I’m a sinner and that my sin separates me from You. I realize that I can’t do anything to earn my way into heaven. I believe that Jesus took the punishment for my sins by dying on the cross and coming back to life. I accept Him as my Savior and Lord. And I will try my best to please You all the days of my life. Thank You for forgiving me and saving me now. In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen.
If you accepted Jesus Christ as your Savior, then you can be sure He heard you. The Bible says, “Anyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved” (Romans 10:13). You have just begun a relationship with God and you will definitely spend eternity in heaven with Him!
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Photo conservée par Etienne Menjoulet de son Tour de France.
Je pensais au départ qu'il s'agissait des compagnons du devoir qui siégeaient à Vaise, à Lyon (puisque Etienne était rattaché à Vaise). Après expertise (auprès du musée du compagnonnage de Tours notamment - www.museecompagnonnage.fr/) il s'est avéré qu'Etienne Menjoulet était, de façon pratiquement certaine, un « Renard Joyeux Libre et Indépendant sur le Tour de France ». Cette société de « Renards » était concurrente de celle des compagnons, mais elle n’arborait pas de signes distinctifs tels que des rubans au chapeau ou à la boutonnière (les « couleurs ») et en principe les Renards ne portaient pas de cannes. Celles des 2 personnages au centre sont probablement des « prises de guerre » dérobées aux compagnons, ou des cannes faites pour reprendre les coutumes des compagnons. Comme les compagnons, les Renards avaient des « Mères » (elle est au centre), pratiquaient le tour de France, fabriquaient des maquettes. Mais il n’y avait pas chez eux toutes ces coutumes particulières, de réception, d’arrivée, de départ, etc. propres aux compagnons, avec lesquels ils ne s’entendaient pas.
Ils se donnaient des surnoms comme les compagnons mais sur le mode satirique, pour se moquer de leurs rivaux.
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Concernant la vie de mon grand-père Etienne, j'ai écrit la petite biographie qui suit à partir de différents récits de mémoire familiale :
Etienne Menjoulet
Charpentier, né en 1899. Il grandit à Barbaste (sud-ouest de la France).
Son prénom d’Etat civil était Gustave, mais il n’aimait pas ce prénom et se fit toujours appeler Etienne.
Bon élève à l'école, il passa son certificat d'étude et le Brevet et commença à travailler, comme tous ses aïeux, en tant qu'apprenti charpentier (période de son premier séjour au Maroc en 1913-1914).
Charpentiers depuis la nuit des temps
Etienne Menjoulet fut le dernier charpentier d'une très très longue lignée de charpentiers. Mes recherches sur mes ancêtres Menjoulet et sur les charpentiers du sud-ouest de la France m’ont conduite à me pencher sur l’histoire des « cagots », dont je suis quasiment certaine que les Menjoulet de Barbaste/Nérac en étaient des descendants directs (même s’il n’y a pas de mémoire familiale de cette origine « cagote », oubli sans doute souhaité dès le 18e siècle). Jusqu’au 18ème siècle, tous les charpentiers du sud-ouest étaient des « cagots » de génération en génération. Dans chaque village du sud-ouest, la ou les maisons de charpentiers étaient tenues à l’écart, les cagots étaient considérés par les paysans de ces régions comme des « mauvais chrétiens » atteints d’une « lèpre intérieure », c’était une caste d’intouchables.
Le siècle suivant cette longue période, au 19ème siècle, le grand-père d’Etienne, Jean Menjoulet, maître charpentier, franc-maçon, épousa une jeune-fille de la région, Anne Boustens. et eu 3 fils qu’il nomma Edward, Edgard et Ancel. La consonance des 3 prénoms avait été choisie pour faire "chier" le curé. Les prénoms anglo-saxons s'inspiraient par ailleurs de la loge maçonnique londonienne de leur père, Jean Menjoulet. Ce dernier partit ensuite (pour des raisons sans doute de nécessité financière) exercer son métier au Mozambique (alors colonie portugaise), laissant sa femme et ses fils Edward, Ancel et Edgard à Barbaste en France. Jean Menjoulet, qui vivait en dernier lieu dans le district de Manica, au Mozambique, fut tué à 45 ans à Beira (ville portuaire du Mozambique) en 1891.
Son fils Edgard, né en 1872, futur père d’Etienne, devint charpentier, il épousa en 1898 Marie Menjoulet/Lescouzère, une jeune fille de la région, de famille paysanne. Etienne naquit l’année suivante, en 1899. Ses parents émigrèrent en Argentine vers 1907, avec leurs deux plus jeunes fils (André, dit Lou Peliou, né en 1905 et Claude, bébé) et leur fille, Paule, laissant leur fils aîné Etienne, 7 ans, seul en France chez une tante, « bouchonnière » de métier (fabrication de bouchons de liège).
Etienne connut une enfance très pauvre (on peut penser que sa petite taille était liée à une alimentation très frugale dans son enfance, et comme d'autres enfants de sa génération, son cadeau de noël chaque année de son enfance consistait en une orange).
Apprenti-charpentier au Maroc, Etienne Menjoulet avait 15 ans en août 1914. Le temps d’atteindre l’âge du service, il fut appelé sous les drapeaux alors que la guerre avait déjà bien commencé. Lors de la visite médicale vers 1917, le médecin dit en le voyant arriver "mais voilà un petit chasseur" (il était petit mais musclé), mais il fut affecté en fin de compte chez les sapeurs-mineurs (comme beaucoup d'artisans). Le temps qu'il finisse sa préparation militaire, l'armistice arriva vite, ce qui lui permit de réchapper à l'hécatombe et de ne guère mettre en pratique sa formation à la guerre, notamment l'entraînement de combat à la baïonnette qui lui avait paru extrêmement barbare (mais il n'aurait pas reculé si la guerre ne s'était pas terminée). Sans doute cet entraînement intensif aux combats à la baïonnette était prévu pour des combats dans les galeries de mines où étaient envoyés les sapeurs-mineurs. Son service militaire se prolongea bien après 1918.
La formation professionnelle d’Etienne Menjoulet se poursuivra après la Grande Guerre, dans une société de type compagnonnique en tant que « Renard Joyeux Libre et Indépendant sur le Tour de France ». Athée et Indifférent aux religions, comme ses aïeux, il ne prolongea pas la tradition familiale de franc-maçonnerie (dans une loge anglaise, dans laquelle un de ses aïeux avait d’ailleurs été un dirigeant). Il refusa l’initiation maçonnique pour ne pas promettre sans savoir de quoi il en était, puisqu'il n'était pas informé avant d'être introduit. Dans ce sens, son choix d'une association alternative aux « compagnons du devoir » et aux « compagnons du devoir de liberté », s'inscrivait sans doute dans le même esprit : refus des mythologies. Pas de rites religieux, pas de rites maçonniques et pas de rites compagnonniques. Les « Renards Joyeux Libres et Indépendants sur le Tour de France » s'étaient en effet créés par opposition aux compagnons Soubises (compagnons du Devoir) et Indiens (compagnons du Devoir de Liberté) dans un esprit qui rejetait les rites quels qu’ils soient.
La langue natale d’Etienne Menjoulet était le patois gascon et le Français. Il parlait couramment les deux langues, le gascon comme le français (il continuait à parler en patois avec sa seconde femme dans les années 1950). Son père Edgard et ses oncles Ancel et Edward avaient été battus par leur instituteur lorsqu'ils parlaient patois, y compris en récréation, mais la langue continuait d'être parlée, dans l'entre-soi, une génération après.
Plus tard, au Maroc Etienne chantait souvent des chansons en patois en conduisant, jusque dans les années 1950, pour ne pas s’endormir au volant, lors de longues heures sur les routes en camionnette. Quand il ne chantait pas en patois, Etienne demandait à l'ouvrier marocain qui l'accompagnait de lui raconter des histoires pour le tenir éveillé. Et l’ouvrier se défendait souvent en disant « mais qu’est-ce que tu veux que je te raconte ?! ».
Etienne fit donc son tour de France (autour de 1923) en tant que "Renard libre joyeux et indépendant" (rattaché à Lyon-Vaise, où siégeaient d’ailleurs également les compagnons du devoir) . Les "Renards" étaient en rivalité avec les sociétés compagnonniques. Au début des années 1920, cette rivalité ne donnait pas lieu à des bagarres, mais lorsqu'un Renard (comme Etienne Menjoulet) passait par des ateliers où avaient travaillé des compagnons de sociétés rivales, il commençait par nettoyer tous les instruments, établis, etc. et à tout bien tout essuyer pour ne pas avoir à toucher ce qui avait été manipulé par les membres des deux sociétés rivales.
Au cours de son tour de France, Etienne eut des liaisons avec des femmes, mais sa rencontre sérieuse fut avec Marie-Louise Bongard, une jeune fille de la Nièvre, fille d’agriculteurs (père lorrain), de religion catholique. Marie-Louise était fille unique, et comme beaucoup de filles d’agriculteurs de la « belle-époque », elle avait été « placée » à Paris comme bonne. Elle rencontra Etienne à Paris, sans doute au cours d’un bal, et ce placement ne dura donc pas. Marie-Louise épousa Etienne à la mairie. Pour l’église, Etienne resta à l'extérieur de l'église même pour son mariage, et il négocia avec sa femme l’accord suivant : leurs enfants seraient seulement baptisés, ils n'auraient aucune éducation religieuse.
Après quelques mois en Normandie (fin de tour de France du ccompagnon Etienne, sans doute), n'en pouvant plus de la pluie incessante de cette région (d'autant plus gênante avec son métier), il alla s'installer avec sa femme au Maroc, à Casablanca, en tant que charpentier.
Son ancien patron d'apprentissage, Estève, devint son associé. Il retrouva, à Casablanca, son oncle Ancel (ferronnier, qui habita pendant un temps à Casablanca avec sa femme) puis son frère André et son père Edgard (tous deux avaient d'abord émigré en Argentine, mais Edgard s'était séparé de sa femme. Marie Menjoulet/Lescouzere (mère d'Etienne, couturière) était restée en Argentine, avec leur fille Paule (et soeur d'Etienne) et leur fils Claude pendant que le père et l'autre fils, André, rejoignaient le Maroc. Etienne en voulait beaucoup à sa mère, considérant qu'elle l'avait abandonné dans son enfance. Mais sachant que le père d'Etienne, Edgard, avait le défaut d'être très "coureur" (il est mort de la Syphilis en 1945), on peut penser que la mère d'Etienne, Marie, avait des raisons de vouloir se séparer d'Edgard. Ma bisaïeule Marie Menjoulet/Lescouzère est morte en Argentine dans les années 1940. Edgard , quant à lui, vivait au Maroc en concubinage avec une femme de Casablanca (dont je n’ai pas le nom, je sais simplement qu’elle était juive).
Leur fille Paule, soeur d'Etienne, établie en Argentine, se maria avec un Argentin d'origine française, Pierre Sendon, et son frère (et frère d'Etienne), Claude, émigra de l’Argentine aux Etats-Unis. Paule rendit visite à ses frères au Maroc, Etienne et André, au moins une fois.
Au Maroc, Etienne et Marie-Louise eurent d’abord deux garçons (André né en 1925, et Georges, né en 1929).
Lors du déclenchement de la seconde guerre mondiale, Etienne (bien établi à Casablanca), est à nouveau appelé sous les drapeaux, à 40 ans. Il passe une année militaire à Mazagan (El Jadida), grade de caporal. Son dernier fils, Jean, naît le 13 mai 1940.
Son fils aîné, André, sera très grièvement blessé en 1944 lors d'un accident à la fin de sa formation d'aviateur, quelques jours avant qu'il passe d'aspirant à pilote de guerre. André avait 19 ans, il sera hospitalisé durant deux ans et demi à l'hôpital militaire de Rabat où il subit plus de 20 opérations.
Etienne Menjoulet aimait son métier de charpentier, il passait beaucoup de temps dans son bureau au Maroc, à sa table de dessin. Et n'hésitait pas à montrer aux architectes, calculs à l'appui, les erreurs qu'ils commettaient et qui compromettaient la stabilité des constructions si les plans n'étaient pas modifiés.
Etienne avait appris à parler très bien l'arabe. Leurs amis marocains du bled (avec qui ils faisaient notamment beaucoup de parties de chasse, lui et son frère André) ne parlaient pas français. Par ailleurs, dans son travail, avec sa dizaine d'ouvriers, il était nécessaire de savoir parler la langue du pays. Ses fils nés au Maroc parlaient couramment arabe (André et Georges, les deux aînés), ou avaient un niveau plus moyen pour le plus jeune (Jean).
Etienne avait par ailleurs refusé, au lendemain de la guerre, suite à l'arrivée des Américains au Maroc de signer des contrats avec eux, jugeant que ces constructions auraient dénaturé son métier : les américains apportaient des techniques de construction industrielles, clef en main, où la compétence du métier ne comptait plus. Etienne fit donc un choix, il renonça à la fortune que lui auraient apportée ces contrats en or avec les Américains, en disant aux américains d'aller voir ailleurs. Mais il garda ce qui était sa valeur réelle, le métier en lui-même.
Etienne pouvait aussi être teigneux ou coléreux, que ce soit, anecdotiquement, vis à vis de rats qui pouvaient s'introduire dans son bureau (qu'il tuait alors à coups de pieds) ou de gens, s'il y avait conflit.
Au niveau de son métier de charpentier, l'œuvre d'Etienne Menjoulet est très diversifiée : clochers d'Eglise, charpentes de maisons, charpente d’usines, charpentes de grands entrepôts.... (liste à faire). Il procédait aussi à des rénovations d’ailleurs.
Au niveau loisirs, les photos de cette collection attestent qu'Etienne aimait beaucoup la chasse, jusqu'à la fin de sa vie. Et que ce goût était partagé par son frère André qui était aussi un grand chasseur. Ces chasses se faisaient au cours de longues marches au Maroc, dans le bled, par une chaleur écrasante. Le gibier, lièvres, perdreaux, cailles, pigeons ramiers (palombes) était ensuite partagé. La compagne d’Edgard, le père d’Etienne et André, fut une fois amenée à partager la chasse ramenée par André à leur père. Elle garda pour eux les meilleurs morceaux et transmis à André les moins bons morceaux pour Etienne, en lui disant « c’est pour Etienne, il aime les têtes ! ». Ce qui ne la rendit pas du tout sympathique à Etienne, qui par ailleurs, anticlérical, n’avait pas d’atomes crochus avec les croyances juives de la compagne de son père.
En France, dans les années 1910, puis dans les années 1960, Etienne pratiquait aussi la chasse au filet (ortolans) répandue dans le sud-ouest.
Etienne aimait par ailleurs les chiens. Il y en avait toujours plusieurs à la maison, et qui n’étaient pas que des chiens de chasse, mais aussi de compagnie. Au Maroc, Etienne et son frère André pouvaient être un peu durs avec leurs chiens, ils leur tiraient par exemple du petits plombs dans l’arrière train (sans trop les blesser apparemment), si les chiens n’obéissaient pas durant la chasse. Mais Etienne portait aussi secours à ses chiens si nécessaire. Son fils Jean se rappelle de l’un d’eux , un petit épagneul breton nommé Kiss, qui se fit un jour éventrer de bas en haut du corps par un molosse du voisinage (en un coup de croc). Alors que les boyaux du chien lui sortaient du ventre, Etienne demanda du gros fil et une grosse aiguille. Il remit à pleine main les boyaux dans le ventre de Kiss sous le regard horrifié de son fils Jean, et recousit le ventre du malheureux épagneul. Et le chien guérit et vécut normalement ensuite.
Au Maroc, les parties de chasse d’André et Etienne étaient pratiquées avec des amis français ou marocains. Les noms de ces amis qui sont restés en mémoire sont ceux de deux frères (des marocains de Casablanca), les Djilali (dont l’un, le plus proche d’eux, est mort brutalement en 1941 d'une crise cardiaque).
Peu de temps avant le déclenchement de la guerre en 1940, ces parties de chasse donnèrent lieu à un grave accident dont fut victime le frère d'Etienne, André, lors d'une partie de chasse commune. André s'était sans doute avancé brusquement dans la zone de tir d'Etienne sans être vu par ce dernier qui le blessa à la tête dans un tir le rendant presque aveugle pendant de nombreuses années. Les deux frères restèrent proches en dépit de cet accident. André ne se fit opérer que lorsqu’il fut vieux, l’opération risquant de le rendre complètement aveugle, alors qu’il voyait encore des ombres. L’opération réussit.
Etienne déménagea en 1946 avec sa famille, ils quittèrent le centre (européen) de Casablanca pour rejoindre un quartier de la périphérie/banlieue de Casablanca (à un kilomètre de la gare), quartier mixte, un peu industriel mais aussi résidentiel, avec certaines maisons élégantes. Cela permit à Etienne d'avoir un hangar de bonne taille pour son travail.
Etienne Menjoulet avait de nombreuses relations amicales françaises et marocaines. Son fils Jean, qui dormait dans le salon, se rappelle qu'il y avait très souvent du monde le soir chez eux, dans les années 1950, mais que cela ne l'empêchait pas de dormir, dans la même pièce.
Marie-Louise, la première femme d'Etienne Menjoulet, mourut en 1949 des suites d'une longue maladie qui dura des années et la paralysa progressivement jusqu'à l'étouffement. Le mal s'était déclenché à la suite d'une blessure avec un objet métallique, une pédale de vélo. Son fils Jean se souvient encore, près de 70 ans après, des longs moments qu’il passait dans la chambre de sa mère alitée, alors qu’il avait 7 ou 8 ans. Pour distraire sa mère immobilisée, il lui passait, en 78 tours, les disques qu’elle aimait, les valses viennoises, Berthe Sylva (les roses blanches…), Tino Rossi, et bien d’autres. A sa mort, bien qu'anticlérical, Etienne fit venir dans leur maison un curé pour l'extrême-onction de sa femme qui était catholique (il était bien-sûr hors de question pour Etienne d'aller à une messe). Lorsque le curé demanda de "l'eau bénite", Etienne lui dit de prendre l'eau du robinet. Marie-Louise fut enterrée à Casablanca. Son petit garçon, Jean, demanda à son père Etienne ce qu’il était advenu de sa mère qui avait disparu, Etienne lui répondit « Ta mère, elle pourrit sous terre ! » (réponse qui a de quoi traumatiser un enfant, mais des paroles sans doute plus dues à la tristesse qu’à la méchanceté).
Après le départ de la famille Menjoulet en 1962, la tombe de Marie-Louise fut préservée (son fils Jean avait donné de l’argent à un Marocain pour qu’il garde un œil dessus...). La tombe était encore en place dans les années 1980.
A propos de l'eau, pour la vie quotidienne, dans les années 1940-1950, l'eau courante était froide, la baignoire était chauffée au bois, cette charge de chauffer la baignoire pour des bains une fois par semaine était assignée au plus jeune fils, Jean. Ce bois que se procurait facilement Etienne, par son travail, était aussi utilisé en hiver pour l'unique cheminée qui se situait dans le salon/salle à manger).
Les Menjoulet étaient aussi équipés d’un téléphone, dès les années 1940. Téléphone nécessaire au travail d’Etienne, téléphone dont son fils Jean se rappelle encore le numéro, 70 ans après.
Suite au - long - décès de Marie-Louise, le petit Jean, âgé de 9 ans, alla vivre un an chez ses oncle/tante André et Julienne Menjoulet, à Casablanca (qui avaient deux enfants, Andrée 15 ans, et Jean-Louis 5 ans).
C’est au cours de cette période que Jean se rappelle d’une visite du boxeur Marcel Cerdan chez son oncle André (qui était président du club de football de Casablanca, un club de foot mixte, composé de Marocains et d’Européens). Jean ne se rappelle plus des détails du repas, simplement que sa cousine l’a appelé alors qu’il jouait dehors, en lui disant que Marcel Cerdan était chez eux. Cette visite de Marcel Cerdan aux Menjoulet eu d’ailleurs lieu peu de temps avant la mort du boxeur dans son accident d’avion.
Etienne Menjoulet quant à lui se remaria au Maroc avec Jeanne Sansot, une femme originaire de la même région du Lot-et-Garonne que lui, qu'il connaissait depuis l'enfance (même école à Barbaste) et qui avait déjà vécu en Algérie. Elle était veuve après que son mari et son fils se soient suicidés (pour une même femme). Elle laissa alors à sa fille Linette le café-restaurant dont elle était la patronne, en France dans la région de Nérac pour venir vivre au Maroc. Elle embarqua avec elle sa « marraine » (une grand-mère de sa famille, qui vécut donc ensuite plus de 10 ans chez Etienne et Jeanne). Sa fille Linette (avec son mari Gérard) hébergeât quant à elle son autre grand-mère, pendant plus de 10 ans également. Au Maroc, Jeanne s'occupa aussi, et très bien, comme si elle était sa mère, du dernier fils d'Etienne, Jean, qui la considérait comme sa (seconde) mère et l’appelait « Tante Jeanne ».
En France, le café de Jeanne fut donc repris par sa fille, Linette, qui avait vécu quant à elle auparavant en Tunisie. Linette abandonna l’activité de restauration pour se consacrer avec ce café à l’organisation de bals qui connurent un grand succès qui dura. Les gens de toute la région y venaient, et des chanteurs de variétés y furent invités pour des concerts alors qu’ils étaient inconnus et à leurs débuts (Francis Cabrel par exemple).
Au Maroc, les affaires professionnelles d'Etienne Menjoulet, à Casablanca, furent impactées par la situation du pays. Les années précédant la fin du protectorat s'étant traduites, au niveau contrats de construction par une chute des commandes. En revanche, pour la vie quotidienne, les marocains de son entourage (ses ouvriers…) lui avaient assuré qu'il ne courait aucun risque, qu'il pouvait garer sa camionnette dans la médina, que l'on reconnaîtrait sa plaque d'immatriculation et que l'on ne ferait pas sauter son véhicule.
Les deux fils aînés d’Etienne s’étaient mariés : André, se maria deux fois, d’abord avec Claudette, puis avec Lore, une Autrichienne de Salzbourg qui travaillait dans le tourisme, il se sépara d’ailleurs ensuite à nouveau, mais beaucoup plus tard. Georges quant à lui se maria avec Lydia, ce qui le brouilla avec son frère André, Lydia étant précédemment en couple avec André. Les deux frères ne se reparlèrent plus.
Jean, le plus jeune fils d’Etienne se rappelle d’une réception donnée par l’entreprise pour laquelle travaillait sa belle-sœur […laquelle ?]. Il s’agissait d’une entreprise (française) qui soutenait l’indépendance. Le futur roi du Maroc (Hassan II alors prince héritier), était invité à cette réception. Jean fut frappé par l’élégance (élégance vestimentaire et verbale) de Moulay Hassan qu’il vit à quelques mètres de lui.
Etienne Menjoulet n'était pas engagé politiquement, ce qui ne l'empêchait pas d'avoir des jugements critiques, que ce soit vis à vis "des gros" (comme on disait à l'époque pour décrire les gros capitalistes), ou inversement vis à vis des partis de gauche ou des syndicalistes (surtout du fait que, à ses yeux, ces derniers n'avaient pas de légitimité, ils ne travaillaient pas).
Etienne Menjoulet a quitté le Maroc en 1962 pour s'installer dans le sud-ouest de la France (Barbaste/Durance/Nerac), avec sa seconde femme, Jeanne qui est morte 4 ans plus tard, en 1966, d'un cancer foudroyant.
Entre 1958 et 1962, les 3 fils d'Etienne ont aussi quitté le Maroc.
Le plus jeune, Jean, sera d'abord hébergé chez son frère aîné Georges, et sa femme Lydia, à Lyon où ils s'étaient installés dans un petit appartement, Georges et sa femme décidèrent ensuite d'émigrer en Australie, un pays de cocagne à cette époque. Leur installation et vie se passa très bien là-bas, mais malheureusement ils moururent assez jeunes, quand ils eurent la cinquantaine, au début des années 1980, suite à des accidents cardio-vasculaires.
André (l’aîné des 3 fils d'Etienne et Marie-Louis) ira quant à lui d'abord travailler à Lyon en France comme cadre dans une brasserie avant de tout plaquer pour se consacrer à sa passion, la voile (avec peu d'argent de côté, mais il touchait aussi une petite pension militaire parce que grièvement blessé en 1944). André fera le tour du monde en solitaire à 58 ans, il vivra le reste du temps dans le sud de la France avec ses compagnes successives, et mourra en 1996 en regrettant de ne pas atteindre l’an 2000.
Le frère d'Etienne, André et sa femme Julienne, sont également allés vivre en France, ainsi que leur fils Jean-Louis, à Nîmes. Seule leur fille Andrée (et Tony son mari espagnol, un franc-maçon communiste) est restée vivre au Maroc où elle a pu négocier, en tant qu'institutrice, de travailler pour l'éducation marocaine (et d'être payée par eux) et non plus l'éducation nationale française. Elle devint ensuite inspectrice d'écoles et resta au Maroc au moins jusqu’à la retraite.
Hostile à l'influence toujours envahissante des croyances catholiques dans la société, Etienne Menjoulet fit bon accueil (ainsi que son épouse Jeanne) à Nellie Granade, future épouse de son fils Jean lorsqu'elle vint passer des vacances chez eux. De culture protestante, Nellie partageait avec Etienne certains points de vue sur le catholicisme (d'autant que Nellie n'a jamais été étouffée par les croyances religieuses, Protestantisme signifiant pour elle surtout liberté de penser, appartenance à une minorité et Résistance). Alors qu'Etienne refusait d'assister à toute cérémonie religieuse dans une église catholique, il assista au mariage religieux protestant de son fils Jean qui fut célébré au Temple du change, à Lyon le 31 octobre 1963.
La maison d'Etienne à Barbaste en France était assez sobre. Les toilettes étaient dans le jardin, et il n'y avait par exemple pas de douche, ce qui occasionnait une sortie aux bains-douches de Barbaste une fois par semaine.
Etienne s'est suicidé en 1971, en se tirant une balle de pistolet dans la bouche. Il supportait mal de vivre seul, après avoir enterré ses deux femmes. Après la mort de Jeanne en 1966, Il avait essayé de vivre avec une autre femme avec qui cela n'avait pas fonctionné. Il n'avait par ailleurs pas pu rentrer en contact avec une femme marocaine (une ancienne « Fatma » de leur maison de Casablanca) avec qui il avait eu une liaison, cette dernière avait émigré en France. La femme d'Etienne (Jeanne) avait pu intercepter son adresse et avait fait jurer, sur son lit de mort, à son fils Jean, qu'il ne donnerait pas à son père l'adresse en France de cette femme marocaine. Un an après la mort de Jeanne, Nellie, la femme de Jean, qui était enceinte de leur premier enfant, proposa à Jean d’appeler leur bébé Jeanne, si c’était une fille, en mémoire de cette (seconde) mère, dont la mort avait causé beaucoup de peine à Jean.
Redevenu veuf, Etienne n’était pas vraiment seul à Barbaste, outre les visites épisodiques de son fils Jean, il voyait du monde (notamment le jeune Guy, le petit neveux de sa femme Jeanne défunte, qu’il emmenait chasser).
Par ailleurs (et peut-être surtout) Etienne endurait des problèmes de santé (la goutte) qui lui donnaient envie d'en finir avec "cette chienne de vie" (comme il qualifiait la vie dans ses lettres) surtout après une opération de la hanche qui s'était très mal passée. Peut-être que le fait d'avoir dû quitter le pays où il avait vécu pendant 40 ans, le Maroc, a aussi joué sur cette volonté d'en finir, à cela s’ajoutait le point de vue financier, puisqu'il avait très peu d'argent, alors qu'il avait travaillé toute sa vie.
Pour son suicide, Etienne n’eut pas de chance, la balle de pistolet, passa, par un hasard incroyable, juste entre les deux lobes du cerveau. Et Etienne vécu encore 6 mois, principalement à l’hôpital de Nérac, avant que son cerveau ne « s’effondre » brutalement, suite à son tir de pistolet.
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This photo is a collection of shots I took of the school I attend: University of Toronto (U of T) St. George campus. It is a very beautiful campus with many historical buildings. Those few shots do not adequately represent how beautiful St. George campus is because it contains 120 buildings and in one hour I was only able to photograph less than 10 buildings!
NOTE: I hope you like those shots and I don’t expect you to read my extremely long story below to comment on the photo if you like it :)
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I am going to talk about Skule! U of T spells it as “Skule” for some reason! This is by far the least talked about topic among Christians and non-Christians alike. It seems that the general idea is to get a job, any job that makes a lot of money and offers good benefits! Since I have become a Christian in 1999 until today I have only heard one pastor mention the topic and that’s, again, Dr. Charles Stanley of InTouch Ministries.
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PART 1
When I came to Canada around the age of 17 I was already out of school for one year, because my family and I spent it in a neighbouring country where I didn’t attend school there. Of course, here I was delayed too because I didn’t speak English and so I had to take English classes, but being a young man I quickly caught up and excelled in my classes. By the time I graduated high school I had won about 13 awards for best academic achievement at my high school. But my passion for studying came with doubts from teachers.
My first week in high school, and about a month and half in Canada, I was asked by the biology teacher to copy all the notes that I missed in the last month or so from the start of school year because we will have a test next week. So I spent the whole week copying notes, and on the weekend I studied for the test. Having studied human biology back home and gotten a grade of 93% all I had to do is refresh my memory and memorize all those terms in English! Monday came and we had a test. A few days later the teacher announced that the test will be re-written because someone had cheated. She was looking at me while talking but I didn’t think that she was meaning me by her words. Anyway, she gave us our tests back and I had gotten 99%, so I was disappointed that we will have to re-do it. A few days later we re-wrote the test, and this time the teacher was standing in front of my desk all the time while we were writing the test…that’s when it hit me that she suspected that I had cheated! Anyway, I got 98% on the second test and we didn’t have to write the test again! It was kind of shocking that a teacher would suspect a student of cheating without any prove but based solely on the grade! It is like telling the student, “Sorry, but you don’t look smart enough to get this grade!”
Another instant a librarian thought I was helping my friends cheat because I had read Gone with the Wind and I got almost perfect on the reading test of the novel. Because I was so impressed by the novel I told my friends to consider reading it. Some read it did and wrote the test and most passed with good grades, and because of this the librarian thought I had given my friends the answers to the test questions of the novel. Apparently the library computer that we did the test on has specific questions for each novel that do not change, and because of that she thought I could’ve easily told my friends what the questions were. Again that was a disappointing experience from high school, especially because I really liked that librarian.
The last year of high school was a wreck for me emotionally and that’s because as a young man I had a major crush on a lady in my high school (who got married! And no, she wasn’t a student! I am not mentioning this as something I am proud of…however, I might write about this in another project because this was pretty much the stepping stone from me being a believer to becoming a follower of Jesus Christ) and I just didn’t know how to deal with those feelings. On top of that I had grown as an insecure kid, besides having trich, being over-weight, being constantly compared to this and that; needless to say I had little to nothing self-esteem. How was I supposed to choose what to study and choose my career path!
I remember one morning in my last year I could hardly move my legs as I was walking towards my locker in the hallway of my high school…I seriously considered leaving school that day. It was a very strange feeling because I loved studying. I was not dropping out because school was hard or I didn’t see the point behind studying, but trich made me look so bad I could hardly stand being around so many young people even though I was pretty popular and loved by my classmates and teachers. As I stopped at my locker seriously considering dropping out of high school I could hear God telling me, “Just finish this year, it is your last year, finish it anyway you can.” So I decided to finish it no matter how awful it felt to go to school everyday.
Also my family was on welfare (social assistance), and so when those university representatives came and said that it costs around $40,000 to finish university that sounded a lot of money for a poor kid! Especially when you compare that amount of money to the value of money from back home; I think 1 US dollars equalled 3,500 dinars! And so $40,000 sounded more like 140,000,000 dinars!
But the thing that bothered me the most was the fact that I wanted to get married someday, and not to just anybody like the so many people from my culture do, but to that special lady who God had prepared me and her for each other. However, in my culture, Middle East, men generally are valued according to what they do, and how much money they brought in. I can tell you story after story of a girl marrying a man simply because he was an engineer! It could be his brother who had asked her hand, and she would have married him instead if he was an engineer, or a doctor or a pharmacist! (So if you live in North America be thankful for more than just the freedom you enjoy. Be thankful for knowing that your wife married you because she loved you.) And I hated that…if I get married I told God then I wanted to know that she would love me for who I am and not what I do! I just wanted to know that there is a woman out there who wanted to be with me because of me and that’s why she is my wife, because she loves me as much as I love her and as Christ loved both of us. So I despised engineering and education altogether.
And to make matters worse I grew up hearing from my family that I am going to be a doctor—even though I can’t stand the sight of cuts or blood! My grandfather wanted me to be a pharmacist because his father was a pharmacist, but I knew that these talks don’t make sense! God has given me a talent and I needed to figure out what it is before I could decide what to study! And just to enforce my idea about 2 weeks before graduation from high school I had a little conversation with a classmate who excelled in English (writing poems, essays, articles, etc.) but always struggled with computer class (he even had hard time memorizing how to save his work by going to File/Save As/Floppy disk…yea, I know those were the bad and tormenting days of floppy disks!)--that went something like this:
Me: What university are you going to?
Him: York University.
Me: What are you studying?
Him: Computer programming.
Me (in shock!) But why, everybody knows you excel in English, you should be a journalist, a writer,
an editor, an English teacher or something like that!
Him: I know, but do you know how much computer programmers get paid an hour?
That’s pretty much when I stopped making my point, because right then it was like God telling me, “Making money should not be taken into effect when choosing your career—you are to choose what I have gifted you with, no matter what it is even if it is being a cleaner in a subway station.” And so that’s when my journey began to finding God’s will for me as a career!
When my friends and teachers asked me what university I was applying to and I said that I was not they thought I was joking, but then when they realized I was not joking they thought I was being secretive! One teacher, who really cared about me, booked an appointment for me with a guidance counsellor to discuss my future. I basically told the counsellor that if I was going to apply to a university to study something then I needed to know what God has in plan for my life so I know that my choice would please Him—the right choice. She didn’t say much after that and she wished me good luck! (Later I realized that people not only get stunned when you tell them that God has a plan for your life and you want to find it out so you can fulfill His purpose for your life, but when you tell them that God speaks they become speechless! As if now they are not only talking to a dilusioned person but also a completely madman!) That same teacher warned me later that almost all her students who did not continue their education right away after high school never continued it at all. What she didn’t know is that my God does not follow human statistics.
Before I go on I would like to make something clear and that is I am not Joseph, Daniel, Paul or anything like that. The main reasons I didn’t continue my education were being insecure, having a low self-image, and fear, and I think I just covered them up with the little understanding I had of obeying God’s call for my life! Good thing He took that little understanding and made it bigger than all my fears, and other lies of Satan.
However, I had a piece of paper that I wrote my goals for the next five years a couple of months after I graduated in high school, and on top of the list was: figure God’s will for my life in school so I could resume my education. So may be after all, following God’s will for my life was my biggest motivator. I really don’t know.
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PART 2 (The best 4 years of my life)
About two weeks after graduation I realized that I was not on a summer break; I was not going back to school in September, and I realized that I was not a kid anymore protected by a school system—now I was on my own facing the world with my trust in God. So I went to a couple of employment agencies to find a job. You see, in Toronto there isn’t such a thing as a person goes to a company and applies for a job, a general labour job that is; a person has to go sign up with a temporary employment agency and that agency sends you to whatever company contacting them requiring working hands.
For a couple of weeks I worked at a pasta factory but they didn’t want me after that. For a whole week I waited for a phone call from an agency to send me to a different place but that call never came. On Sunday night I was chatting with a friend and she asked if I had found a job and I realized that I could spend all my life like this going from one place to another never knowing when I will be working and when not! It feels so bad to not know if you will be working the next day or not, and where they will send you, how far, what kind of a job, and how nice or not nice the people you are going to work with. So that Sunday night, about 6 weeks after graduation, I went to pray and I told God that I needed a job and that I was out of school because I wanted to obey Him, to wait upon Him, for His guidance, so the least He could do for me is to find me a decent job while He does His work in me and shows me His will.
The next day, Monday, I got a call to go to a warehouse that’s not far from where I lived so I did. You can say the rest is history, because within 6 months I was hired as a full timer! This may not sound amazing to people who don’t know the hiring rates in Toronto, but I know people working in warehouses for years and not getting hired as a full timer. I know engineers who worked for the company I worked for and never got hired—and all they wanted was a general labour full time job. At one time I worked with 7 engineers all of us doing general labour. Another time I even worked with a neurosurgeon! Yes, you read it right—he simply came to Canada to continue practicing medicine but he found out that he needed a Canadian degree to do so—and he couldn’t even find a full time job as a general labourer. So it was amazing that the company hired me within 6 months.
The company I worked for was one of the best places to work at! People would come there and would wish they wouldn’t be sent to somewhere else. The warehouse’s manager and supervisor (both Chinese gentlemen) are really nice, understanding, generous, easy going and cool! And it was like I found favour with God and my bosses (the manager and the supervisor).
Finding favour in with the manager did not come without troubles. I remember a month after getting hired as a full timer my boss called me to his office and told me that even though I have been working as a full timer for only one month that he wanted to give me a raise, (the policy stated that I had to work there at least a year before I was eligible for the standard annual raise of 3%), and that he was going to give me a 6% raise. I liked that of course, and when my co-workers asked me how much raise I got I told them…thinking that it was the minimum or something (I didn’t know about the standard 3% annual raise). That didn’t suite them very well because they all had gotten 3% raise and many of them had been working there for years! After that I learned to keep my personal info to myself! Within the next 3 years my boss raised my wages by 60%! Of course I didn’t tell others because I realized that I was getting paid more than other senior workers did!
He also paid for my forklift license, and gave me the keys to the company and the code to the security alarm! He even told me that within 10 years he is planning to have me take over his job! That frankly scared me because I was hoping that God would show me His will way before that!
About two weeks after I started working there I was asked to work overtime, that’s around 12 hrs of work, and in the last half hour I simply couldn’t take it anymore. Not only my feet were hurting me so bad I could hardly stand, but I also was so emotionally drained. I felt so lost and forsaken by God. I didn’t know where my life was going; I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing or not by waiting upon Him to show me His will for my life. Certainly everybody I knew thoughts I was making a big mistake, but somehow inside I felt that God was pleased with my decision. I just felt so hopeless when I thought about spending 45 years doing that kind of a job! So as soon as I left work that day I looked around I could see the sun still out (it was summer) but there was nobody around! Everybody was living their lives while I was stuck in a warehouse…that’s when I made the decision that I would not step ahead of God’s timing no matter how long it will take Him to complete His work in me and show me His will. As soon as I made that decision while walking to the bus stop tears came down my eyes and starting running down my cheeks and I started singing “I have decided to follow Jesus no turning back…no turning back…” Until today I have not regretted waiting upon my God to follow His will for my life. Until today nobody understands why I didn’t go to university right after high school. Until today my family and friends don’t know why I decided to go back to school in 2007! I tried to explain it to few people who asked me but I don’t think they understood. It seems that waiting is not very popular among us, humans, especially waiting upon God.
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I was going to talk about work those four years and what my heavenly Father brought me through, but I then I will have to talk about love, a very dear friendship, patient, work place, serving God, listening to His voice, managing money, legalism, perfectionism, sensing others needs and going the extra mile. But I think each topic I mentioned deserves a project of its own—a photo of its own! Don’t you think? So I am skipping all of this which probably mounts to 75% of how God brought me back to school…but I really have no other choice here.
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PART 3 (How it all started!)
Let me tell you a bit about my childhood because I think that will help you understand my current decision to study mechanical engineering.
I remember when I was 4 or 5 years old my dad bought me a very cool remote controlled red Jeep toy car. It was a very fancy toy with rubber tires, and suspensions! It was about 7-8 inches long. Somehow I was more interested in opening it and seeing what is inside than playing with it! I mean it had a remote control and if you ever seen the toys from the 80s you know how much better quality, and detailed, those toys were in comparison to today’s toys. Needless to say within the first two days of having it I opened it with a screw driver, and I kept unscrewing every screw until I reached the motor! I remember the first time I saw the plastic gears and how they converted the vertical motion of the motor to the horizontal shaft of the rear wheels axel! I was so impressed that I thought whoever designed the worm gear (the upper gear shown here: blogs.toolbarn.com/brianm/uploaded_images/gear-worm-76674... was a genius! As a child I was so in love with motors and gears that I basically kept collecting them until today!
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Because in my teens my country was under economical sanctions people suffered from a lot of things including lack of electricity. That meant kids had to spend their time doing things other than watching TV or playing video games. So I spend all my teen years building remote control cars from the ground up in many cases. I built toy boats, games, foosballs tables, airplanes…and whatever came to my mind! My friends would bring me their broken toys, or electronics and I would fix them. I would design on paper what I wanted to do next…and somehow deep inside I always wanted to be an inventor but never really knew that until recently!
I am very visual in nature which made me excel at geometry, and even know I can’t memorize things (even when I need to) and so I have to find a visual way to understand them so they stick in my memory. My dad is very visual and I am like him. That’s why I was never interested in the electronic components of machines…all I cared about were the mechanical parts. I also paid great attention to details, feel, and reliability when I built things, for example when I would built the remote control part of a toy car the buttons had to feel right and the remote control could not be designed the same way as a previous remote control I had designed!
I remember building a foosball table simply because I found a thin pipe and I thought to myself, “What can I make out of this?” I build a remote control car simply because I found a toy car wheel and I though what can I do with it! (I ended using it as the spare tyre anyway since it was only a single tyre!) Another time I built a small remote control car because of a Q-tip! I thought the plastic stick would look really nice as a Jeep cage! All I had to do is built the Jeep! People would joke with me saying, “Oh you found a bike’s tyre valve…all you have to do now is build the bike!”
I don’t know why I never wanted to throw things away: everything seemed to have a purpose or could be used in a useful way somehow. Of course in Canada this is a very strange idea, I mean I know friends who don’t even buy printer cartridges…they simply buy a new printer and throw the old one away!
Even though my dad was an accountant but he enjoyed carpentry work, wielding, fixing whatever, and building a lot of things in his spare time. That meant all the tools he had were mine to use! I actually can’t remember a week in my teen years without having a band aid on a finger or more! Thank God he never let me use the power tools because he was afraid that I would hurt myself seriously. Also back home we had a big house so I could work wherever and make as much noise as I wanted! And the weather was hot in the summer so I didn’t have to hide from the snow or anything like that. I used to work in the afternoon for hours building things.
When I came to Canada however all those opportunities were taken away from me. Suddenly life became too busy and fast paced. Tools are expensive. I didn’t have a space to put my tools even if I could afford buying them, and let’s not forget that I can’t make a lot of noise in apartment buildings.
When I started working in the warehouse my boss somehow sensed what I liked and from time to time he would ask me to fix a broken fax machine, water cooler, vacuum cleaner, electric saw, carts, tables, electric fans, paper shredder, and so on! He would ask me to build this and put together that. To take apart this and build a part for that! My love for design, building, and fixing things slowly came back to me, and again I realized I only enjoyed fixing things I could see and touch! That meant electricity, chemistry, biology, computers, and electronics were out of the list! That left me with my old high school love: algebra and geometry, and physics! (Interesting my dad loves those exact two subjects too!)
Also I have been an admirer of BMWs for quite some time but in those four years I was not sure if it was God’s will or not for a follower of His to like a certain brand of cars…especially the general view of BMW admirers is anything but likeable! (They are known for being arrogant for some reason!) And at that time I was kind of fighting legalism in my relationship with my heavenly Father, so loving a car brand was a big issue to me. So one day my youngest uncle’s wife told me that God does not desire to rob us of our passions, and desires if they are not against His will for our lives. I thought about it for a while and realized that a lot of things in life we do and we don’t ask God about it and He never bothers really, like wearing socks in the morning, or chewing gum! Yes, He desires a personal relationship with us but He is not an obsessed God. He is a perfect God who builds perfect—healthy—relationships with His children. I mean, I have a favourite spoon but He had never tried to take it away from me! So my passion for cars, especially BMWs, kind of helped me understand what I would really like to study, and that is: mechanical engineering.
But I still wanted to hear from Him. I mean I was as ready as a boiled egg! Any longer and it would have been too hard, but I was not going to move until I heard from Him, and I told Him so! (I would like to mention that right about this time I had a friend who God used to play a major role in my life and for that I will always be thankful to God and her.) Actually in that summer, of 2006, early one morning before anybody else come to work I was so eager to go back to school that I went and knelt on some boxes in the warehouse, with my Bible in my hand and asked God to be teacher and His Word my text book…I just wanted to learn!
In those three years of working at the warehouse I would sometimes come home and get my graph paper and design things that came to my mind when I was at work. I would spend hours measuring this and that and plotting this and revising that! And I loved it!
Late of July 2006 another morning where there was nobody at work I asked God to speak to me, to at least say anything in regard to school…just anything! I opened my Bible and started reading Psalm 20 which says:
1 May the LORD answer you when you are in distress;
may the name of the God of Jacob protect you.
2 May he send you help from the sanctuary
and grant you support from Zion.
3 May he remember all your sacrifices
and accept your burnt offerings.
Selah
4 May he give you the desire of your heart
and make all your plans succeed.
5 We will shout for joy when you are victorious
and will lift up our banners in the name of our God.
May the LORD grant all your requests.
6 Now I know that the LORD saves his anointed;
he answers him from his holy heaven
with the saving power of his right hand.
7 Some trust in chariots and some in horses,
but we trust in the name of the LORD our God.
8 They are brought to their knees and fall,
but we rise up and stand firm.
9 O LORD, save the king!
Answer us when we call!
As soon as I came across verse 4 it was like God telling me go ahead study what you want to and I will be with you. I was very scared when I read it, because I realized that He was not joking, and just as I had obeyed Him in waiting, now I have to obey Him in going ahead. But the part that confused me the most was not the second part of the verse, but the first part which says: May He give you the desire of your heart. This kind of surprised me because He did not say “desires” but “desire” singular and it was like God knew what my heart’s desire was. (And no I am not talking about school here…I mean education is important but I believe relationships are more important. Life is all about relationships whether to God, others or ourselves. Back home we have a saying that says, “Heaven without people is not worth a cent!” Who wants to be alone and in heaven!) This really confused me as I saw noway of this happening, I even have my Bible open in front of me and I had written beside verse 4, “How?!” And I honestly don’t know how He will do it, but you know what? I can’t wait to see Him do His work :)
So I had to tell my boss the next week that I was going back to school. I miss my work place a lot and my co-workers too…and I miss the forklift! It is so cool!
Next time you see a forklift operator, ask yourself, “Could he be a brother in Christ?” Because the image of forklift operators and truck drivers is very low in society. But some of the smartest, wisest, nicest, and even godliest people I have met are truck drivers.
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PART 4 (The end of the beginning!)
Of course my boss was very sad because I had to leave work but he was very happy for me; my other co-workers felt the same. I miss my workplace a lot. My family and friends were happy for me too, but somehow I got mixed reactions. Some family members, even Christians ones, thought I was going back to school to get a good job and have an easy and comfortable life and to get married to whoever I wanted! I personally would have stayed a forklift driver if it was God’s will for my life. And is marriage really about marrying who I want? Or whom God created to be my suitable life partner? (Genesis 2:18)
So I went back to what is called Adult Learning Centre (centres that teach high school courses) to upgrade a couple courses in the winter of 2006/2007. I also applied to two engineering universities in Toronto: Ryerson University and University of Toronto to study mechanical engineering. Amazingly both universities accept high school transcripts that are 4 years old or less which I did not know about! If God had me waiting any longer or I refused to obey Him in due time then I would’ve repeated all courses from last year of high school for me to be accepted in university!
I thought that they wouldn’t accept me because I was applying as an adult student. And deep inside I wanted Ryerson to accept me not U of T, because I’ve heard how difficult it is to study at U of T. God however had another plan because U of T accepted me much earlier than Ryerson so I accepted their offer first.
The saddest part of this entire story was when I received my acceptance letter from U of T. Because when I opened it and was so happy to receive it—after all I’ve been waiting four years for this moment—I realized I don’t have one single person who understands my joy. The closest person to me was my mom who thought I was going back to school to gain social statues! I actually didn’t tell my mom on the first day that I got accepted to U of T.
Why is it so difficult to explain to people why I had waited four years and why I was going back now. Until today nobody really understands. Is waiting for God suppose to be a phenomenon? I pray sometimes that God will give me a wife who waits upon Him, because if I desire to wait for His guidance and she doesn’t then our lives will run in separate ways. Over a year after I decided to go back to school my mom told me that it was good that I am going to be an engineer because, again, I will be more desired! I simply could not take those ideas anymore so told her, “Mom, I am not studying engineering because of you, my family, my friends, me or even my future wife [my mom, knows how much I love and I am committed to my future wife even though I don’t know who she is yet!]. I am going back to school because God has given me a talent and I am not going to waste it. I don’t care about what society thinks of me or anybody else; all I care about is God’s will for my life.” She never mentioned society and school again…and I think she finally understood why after four years I decided to go back to school!
I remember looking at my acceptance paper and not knowing if I want to accept the offer or not. You see someone I truly love was taken away from me last year, and that person was a big motivation to me—actually, apart from Jesus was the only true friend I ever had. I kept wrestling with God in prayer not knowing what I should do. I knew I had waited 4 years for this moment when I know God’s will for my career so I could go back to school and there I was not wanting to accept the university offer! So one day as I was praying and crying, as it has been for the last 12 months, I heard God telling me, “Do this for me.” I knew then that I was going to go to university for God (as I should have) to honour Him by being obedience to do His will for my life. So I accepted the university offer and here I am. Mind you studying has not been easy at all, because until today I come to God and cry out to Him because I truly loved that friend, but I want to be obedient to Christ no matter how hard it is.
Choosing to study engineering was, again, not a popular decision among people I knew. My mom wanted me to be a pharmacist like my brother-in-law, because engineering (especially the auto industry) is dying in Canada. But I have decided very early on that choosing my career will have nothing to do with making money or job availability; it will have to do with only the talent’s God has given me, His will, and His timing.
Mechanical engineering is not as difficult as Computer, or Electrical engineering, but I don’t care. God’s gift for me is in mechanical things; why do we always chase after the things God has chosen not to give us while we have not done anything with the one thing He has given us!
To be honest I will always be indebted to the prayers of the people who cared about me and prayed for me to go back to school, some I may not even know prayed for me. But I truly believe my mom’s prayers were the most effectives. I do know that God works according to His Biblical principles, but I believe we have no understood all of them. Somehow He seems to honour a mother’s prayer in a special way…may be because He is our heavenly parent. No one, apart from my Lord Jesus, has loved me, offered me, or desired my best as much as my mom had and still does. Even though she may not know what is God’s will but she desires my well-being and happiness.
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PART 5 (Final Words)
I would like to give special thanks, again, to Dr. Charles Stanley of InTouch Ministries. (But that’s another project!) And the biggest thanks to the one and only true God, the God I knew from the Bible, for never giving up on me when everybody else did. For comforting me and encouraging me when I had no one. And for working in my life and preparing me to be able to accept His good, perfect, and pleasing will. All those night of crying out to Him, all those days of painful physical labour, all those bus rides that I could hardly contain the tears, and all those moments of uncertainty He took and used them to heal me from the inside out. If He had gave me a car or something then I could think of repaying Him, but He has given me everything from physical life to eternal life and everything that falls between: how do we ever repay Him? He has been my Father when I didn’t have one. He has been my mother when she didn’t understand me. He has been my friend when I didn’t have any. He has been my comforter when nobody understood or was willing to listen. He has been my encourager when everybody thought I was making a mistake and making a mess of my life. He has been my guide and example when everybody pointed in different directions. How can I repay Him? And He was the only one who truly understood my joy when I received my acceptance to U of T.
If you are a young person, or any age for that matter, and you feel that there is something missing in your life pray to God to show you what it is, because it could very much be that you are ignoring your intellectual talents and gifts. No, that does not mean everybody has to go to university; may be He is calling you to offer a free day care service to your neighbour, or like a wonderful Christian lady I know on flickr: may be He called you to make Bible verses cards. Whatever He is calling you, no matter how old you are, I want you to know that He is a good God and if you surrender yourself to Him then He will enable you to fulfil His purpose for your life in His time. Remember, God prepared Moses in 40s to do His will. Moses did not find it easy but at least he was ready to obey.
I would also like to say that figuring what is God’s will for your career and starting to obey Him does not mean you can relax and He will write the tests and do your assignments for you! No, it is very much like marriage: You can find the person God has meant for you to marry but you will still have to work on your marriage to succeed.
I knew I was running away from God because there were two parts in the Bible I didn’t want to read and so often times I skipped over. One was the parable of our Lord about the talents entrusted to the servants by their masters. Interestingly the word ‘talent’ never meant ‘money’ to me as the verses indicate, rather it always meant ‘talent’ as in what God has bestowed on us of intellectual and spiritual gifts. So whenever I came across that parable I would stop reading or read something else, because I knew that I was unwilling to obey God especially in the beginning of those 3 years. Even though I had written down on a piece of paper early on that I would go back to school according to God’s will, but inside of me there were a lot of emotional issues God needed to work on.
Another part I constantly ignored was the words of the apostle Paul in 1 Timothy 5:8:
If anyone does not provide for his relatives, and especially for his immediate family, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.
Those words cut deep inside of me. I loved my mom and dad but I was not able to provide for them things for their enjoyment. My mom’s dream has always been to go on trips but I could not afford it. She has always dreamt of having a Volvo or a Toyota but I could not afford to buy her one! I told God how much I wanted to make my future wife happy and that she didn’t have to work if didn’t want to but I could hardly afford my own expenses. Don’t get me wrong, I saved, and I never got in debt, and always had more than enough to give to others, but I felt that there is so much more I could do for others.
So if there is a part, or parts, of the Bible that you ignore ask yourself, “Why do I ignore this part or those parts? Could it be because God is trying to tell me something but I am not planning on obeying Him so I am trying to ignore listening to Him through His Word?” More than likely it is.
One day I was listening to Dr. Stanley and he said that if God has given us talents we need to get the necessary skills to put them into effect. May be go to university, college, or enrol in some courses to grow those talents and have the qualifications to practice them. You can’t imagine how stunned I was when he said that! He hits on issues we so desperately try to run away from! That’s why I admire him so much! I so desperately needed a godly advice and he seemed to offer it (all the time!) He made me feel uncomfortable by saying that, and God got my attention after that as if He was saying, “Ok, now you heard it--you can’t say you didn’t know--what are you going to do about it?” I knew God wasn’t telling me to go do whatever I wanted to get a degree, but He wanted my heart to be surrendered to Him: that I didn’t hold a grudge against education!
Another issue I always struggled with is that few people has mentioned to me that I was cynical in nature (God is still working on that), and the last person who told me that was my uncle and so I hated me being cynical, because it was obviously not something people liked about me. But then as I started school I found out that to be a good engineer you have to be cynical somehow: you simply could not settle down for whatever design you come up with because there are usually countless way to design something to solve a problem. The question is what is the best design that fits those objectives, functions, and constraints? And somehow me being dissatisfied with things around me always drove me to find how to do things better. I found out that there is a whole branch of engineering and specialization that deals with improving already existence designs! That’s when I realized that being “cynical” is not always a bad thing and it is certainly not something that makes us unholy. Even some of the great prophets and apostle in the Bible were cynical of things and people surrounding them. Even God used sarcasm sometimes.
So if there is something others don’t like about you don’t completely dismiss it as being useless, you never know: God might have given you that thing as a gift to be used wisely.
To be honest with you studying mechanical engineering is not easy, but it is really fun at least for the most part! And now I have so much respect for engineers, before I thought it was an easy job because there are so many engineers everything, but now I know how hard it was for them to get their degree.
I don’t even know if it is God’s will for me to complete school and get my masters in engineering. I had told Him that anytime He has another plan for my life I would obey Him even if it is on the last year studying! I actually don’t even know if it is His will for me to be alive for the next four years, but all I care about is His will for me now and knowing that I am obeying Him.
I realized how blessed I was when a couple of months ago I talked to a classmate and he said that he wanted to be a businessman and he was only studying engineering because the degree would look nice on the wall in his business office.
And somehow nobody believes that I am 7 years older than them at university! I have to constantly show my ID to my classmates when they find out that I am 7 years older than them because they don’t believe it! It seems that the general idea is that the older you get the less fun, happy, and funny you should become!
I think we, Christians, need to talk about school more often and when we see people miserable at their jobs we should at least bring their attention to the question if they are doing something they enjoy or not. And we also need to stop interfering with God's work in the lives of His children. I personally would do mechanical design even if I don’t get paid for it because I absolutely love it. Do you love your job? If not:
Obey God and leave all the consequences to Him.
Note: I didn’t say “leave” your job, I said “obey God” :)
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More Than Conquerors, Romans 8:28:
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."
Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
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If you are wondering why my university spells school as “Skule” I think it is because engineering students are known for excelling in science and math but their lack of linguistic and communication skills! So they write it this way as to indicate that engineering students can’t spell! By the way, it is not something the university came up with, it is something the students came up with many years ago so it became a tradition! (The world ‘Skule’ is actually a registered trade mark for U of T Engineering Faculty!)
(Toronto, ON; winter 2008.)
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Ce dessin fantastique d'une femme casquée dans le profil est l'un des quatre dessins au fusain similaires Redon exécutés au cours de la dernière décennie du XIXe siècle. Le sitter, rendu étrangement muet par son revêtement de helmetlike et intouchable par ses aiguilles épineuses, varie légèrement d'une feuille à. Bien que la signification exacte de l'image de Redon ne sait pas, on a pensé que la servitude bizarre imposée à son modèle exprime la peur inconsciente de la sexualité féminine ou, au contraire, est un symbole de la fécondité féminine. Tout aussi important, cependant, est virtuose de la manipulation de Redon de charbon de bois et son abiliy pour capturer toute sa gamme de tons, de l'obscurité la qualité de velours du casque à la pâleur de la peau de la femme.
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Rencontre au hasard dans paris aujourd'hui , un regard , une hésitation ...
" - Bonjour , vous êtes bien Omar ?
- Oui "
Et là , appareil photo en main je lui demande si il est d accord pour quelques photo portrait .
Je change d objectif je monte le 70-200 2.8 et la je me fait charier '' Mais t'es un vrai paparazzi ''
Puis il se met en position , on voit tout de suite qu'il a l habitude une vrai star mais très simple et super sympa . je ne l embête pas plus longtemps le félicite pour son succès d'intouchable et pars très heureux.
Merci Omar sy =)
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Mustang rouge, 1966.
_Chauffeur, au gouffre ! Non, j'ai changé d'avis, chauffeur, nous rentrons à l'autel.
Du sans 9 sur la portière avant.
Cela sent l'écurie sur la plage arrière.
Jean-Louis a dans les dédales des veines du sang de bœuf arlésien - comme Winston se pensait l'intouchable Thoreau de l'arène d'Oceania -, se sait Minotaure d'une lecture tête haute du parcours humain, mains sur le volant mince, épingle à droite, en direction de la crête du labyrinthe des vagues, au large du Havre, qui se rapproche.
Ce chiffre est tombé par terre c'est la faute à Goldstein et sa machine célibataire.
Ou d'O'Brien et de ses penchants ébrieux.
Mr Duroc is sick and tired of the Angsoc of 2022.
Anne finalement épousa le consul américain.
Raboliot des souvenirs mentalement à l'eau, dans la caldera du volcan d'une mémoire qui, à petits flots, bout.
Un chien noir sprinte sur l'estran, bleu ou vert comme l'éther.
Madame Gauthier, Petite Anne de Kurys, trois ans avant en
1963, cherche, du point sur l'amour, les repères.
_Ce n'est pas discriminant, comme dirait l'actuel Trintignant.
Avant le stade de la portière, quel chiffre indélébile s'inscrivait à l'encre sur les avant-bras ?
Pêche aux regards de femmes sur les hommes, sur le pont du chalutier que le soleil du matin crame.
Drôle de non trame, "Tu as de beaux ongles dans les yeux, tu sais."
_Agraphe-toi à moi avec, mec, fais!
Les gardians à casquettes, manade à Sara, cavalcade mise au nom de ses soeurs, élurent la monte des cavaliers afghans.
Aussi secs, les vins de quatre heures du matin, blonds comme les fosses à blé d'Ukraine, commandés au restau du Normandy, n'y vient aujourd'hui plus que le tout-venant.
Plaisir de dire : "Garçon, vous reste-t-il des chambres ?"
La ronde des avions normands qu'on prend pour Paris, gouvernés par Santos-Dumont, meilleur pilote qu'Agostinelli, fait jaser les directrices de casting et les script-boys.
Pourquoi tant de boucles à nourrir pour fuir ou gagner de la compagnie ?
L'atterrissage à Trouville est un after de choix.
Des draps blancs, beaux visages aux portes des os, cousus dans la soie des nuages d'hôtels qui s'arrimèrent par packs là, au plafond, dans l'anche de leur ambre flottante, à nu, désincrustée.
La fille du consul du Vietnam respire fort dans la suite d'à côté.
Son restaurant qui lui donne Les Vapeurs est redevenu chinois.
L'alcool conserve ses droits au silence, bride abattue sur les verres de bière qui moussent jusqu'au licol emporté.
Ouïr l'alcool jouir de la vie, oui, l'écouter verser ses anecdotes sur la table, non.
Lifar en échardes, manteau et chapeau noirs, plantes nues sur la promenade, silhouette de Noureev à l'envol sur les hanches des Bains pompéiens, la danse des dents d'Anouk dans les morsures de l'amour au lit, son mari, doublure de Nijinsky, ne se rappelle plus des paroles de la chanson de Finnegans.
"T'underin' Jaysus, I'm not dead in Trieste!"
Les enfants débordent d'humour, si on ne les contient pas.
10 heures, Anne vaque à désabler le marché aux fleurs de Deauville, lui, flâne sur le ponton rongé par le corail mourant, ils ne se connaissent pas et sont déjà épris l'un de l'autre.
3 heures, l'éternel retour de l'après, messe au midi des esprits avant l'attraction déjà dite.
Carbus à double, puis quadruple corps.
Les charmants enfin croissent et se multiplient.
Corral au quai, banque de galops des essieux du ciel sur l'enclos de la page d'un mariage circonstanciel par beau tang of the sea, come rain or shine.
Un appel de phares aux bougies et lampes Marchal, ça fuse bien, ne se refuse pas, projeté sur le mur de la mer comme un sang de vieille dame assassinée dans sa cave.
Monsieur Iacocca Lee approuve ce fléchage dans les amours de contre-batterie.
A Shelby dream come true, another doctor Kafka's pony car look-alike.
Anouk était sur Barouh au moment du tournage.
Des étoiles de marque Subaru plein les yeux, l'être de Pierre était dans Anouk, qui en resterait pétrifiée.
Banquette, faisait pour l'instant opportunément Jean-Louis, qui cravache medusé vers elle, pourtant, pour beaucoup plus qu'une dette d'honneur ou de jeu envers ce misérable petit tas de temps humain.
Dévolu comme une chose, un caillou qui reprend son souffle posé sur une tombe.
Sa chandelle brillerait bientôt, il le savait, une question de tempo, de beat terrible, factuel, une vraie scène de Crimée en Baie de Seine, une peinture café crème de voiture giclée au pistolet par Watteau sur la chaîne de Flins, bientôt en pleine poitrine.
Des éclats dans les cheveux de Samson aux gallows.
Trinitro de glycerine dans tes pleurs de jour, mon amie.
Pourquoi jouer les joyeux lorsqu'on peut être malheureux, merveilleusement, au coeur de la fuite ?
Yes.
This is like that.
Les peurs de ton mari, tu les confies aux prunelles de Dieu qui voit et entend tout des révolutions du moteur de l'une des âmes de l'Homme de vitesse qui déboule, pellicule argentique en bataille, coiffé d'une visière comme Vitruve.
Rare ambered bird d'Albert Finnay, un chic type, grand acteur, très tracteur des vibrantes répliques sorties par les cylindres et pot du moulin V6 3,7L, l'Une des sept magnifiques voix du théâtre routier anglais.
Propulsion de carrière, Cannes, Oscars, Hollywood pompette sur la Corniche, Marguerite fauche les ammonites et les microlythes par la racine, "même fossile, ou, plus banalement à l'état de glace, je veillerai à ce qu'il y ait toujours de l'eau dans le réservoir d'Hennequeville."
Some curtained mist of heavy duty over the Manor of Ango.
Le loup dans la magnanerie.
Memento bombyx mori.
La soie était dans le sourire de verre cillé de Madame Aimée.
Le vous, dans la tutoierie des louvoiements de sa gangue, rampe comme un ver luisant au-dessus de son petit poêle de confort.
Double tuteur des amants de la langue, dont les moins savoureux se polyglottent sur les bancs publics des blogs rendus sourds à force de porter leurs fardeaux, dos lourds des sacs postaux de leur Commenterie.
Bientôt les adeptes du vous ne feront plus qu'un sous le même toit.
Lazare prête son épaule au Javelin dans la résurrection des labours de l'amour, le Saint a garé sa Mustang, tank sans essence, devant le hall des arrivées, kiosque évidé comme une noix sans cerneaux, course la crête des marches, il n'a plus pied, ne sent plus son cœur battre dans l'escalier qui vacille mais ne déraille pas, esprit à fond de coque, broie le blanc ou noir transperceneige d'une rencontre de hasard, perçoit par moments des touches de couleur.
Tire-et-m'oublie.
Ceux qui aiment le train me pendront haut et court de le voir partir ainsi sans vous.
Some people might have already seen her on flickr before, this is the same girl from when I (AJRIxezma) deleted my account. this account with be used for Willows pictures. ;) keep intouch with this beautiful girl!
Tout le monde connaît la vieille maxime, remise au goût du jour après le carton en salles du film Intouchables : “Pas de bras, pas de chocolat !” Eh bien, il ne sera pas dit à la face de quiconque : “Pas de bras, pas de selfie !”
Phénomène planétaire que du temps barbare on appelait encore "autoportrait", le selfie est devenu un acte banal dès lors que l’on possède un smartphone doté d’un bon capteur photo. Mais si la manœuvre est aisée en cadrant sur son propre visage, elle devient nettement plus ardue quand il s’agit de se prendre en photo soi-même avec une ou plusieurs autres personnes. À moins, bien sûr, de posséder les bras tentaculaires d'un joueur de basket-ball ou de Gollum. Fort de ce constat, une société à inventé une perche télescopique avec déclenchement photo par Bluetooth. Dépliez ce bras de presque 1 m de longueur (ce qui ne l’empêche pas d’être très léger), connectez votre iPhone à la télécommande Bluetooth XSmart et, un clic-clac plus tard, vous voilà avec un selfie de qualité, englobant tous les sujets ainsi qu’une belle portion de paysage. Reste le prix, un poil à rallonge, de 80€ que vous devrez débourser pour l'acquérir. Après tout, quand on s’aime on ne compte pas !
Theo nguồn tin của Intouch, Kendall Jenner không được các người mẫu nội y đón chào khi tham gia show của Victoria's Secret.
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The year 1982 we broke temperature records .Its 26 below zero and the wind chill is 85 below but us photographer's will do anything to get the shot.Long time friend clarke kept us intouch all day how deep it was getting .We walked two signal block s [almost 2 mile] and waited for this east bound Milwaukee Genoa ILL plow through 5 feet of snow.