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Everyone loves to hate Hong Kong Disneyland. The media reviles the park and serves it up as tabloid fodder, reveling in an orgy of cruel delight with every single hiring misstep and every missed attendance goal. Local citizens, with whom my conversations have yielded much anecdotal evidence, also have voiced their displeasure, mostly over the park's size - too small - and its demographics - too many mainlanders. So it was with these pejorative impressions, this cacophony of complaints simmering in my imagination, that I passed warily through the gates of the Magic Kingdom, in cautious expectation of unfulfilled promises and inexorable bores. What I got, however, to my pleasant surprise and veritable enjoyment, was an afternoon and evening spent in the company of great friends amidst all sorts of amusements, an outing that easily summited any acclivity of entertainment previously established in my mind.
There were rides, lots of them, on which my friends and I spent much time frolicking like little children in whose hands are new toys. We actually spent more time on the rides than on the lines to board them, which surprised me, and added to the allure of the place. Every attraction, whether it was Space Mountain or Small World, whether it was the crazy tea cups or Pooh's dyslexic, whole-language reading adventure, was accessible without having to spend an inordinate amount of time waiting, and that's a good thing. We spent about one-minute in line for my favorite ride, Buzz Light Year's space voyage - a real-life first-person shooter. In general, I think can queue for ten minutes in order to go on a two-minute ride, any day, no problem.
Not only were the rides, and their queues impressive; the shows, too, were of such outstanding quality that our merry band contrived meticulously to attend them, twice even. Our friend lady B, whose initial plan we had followed to come to Disney and by whose handiwork we were granted free admittance, performed marvelously at the Golden Mickeys, a captivating drama involving physical feats of daring, risky dancing, plenty of singing and of course many of Walt's freaky, life-sized animals. From the audience, we cheered lustily for our friend and her fellow performers who went through a medley of Disney's greatest soundtracks and scenes. Other seated-performances that we attended, including the Stitch game and the 4D symphony orchestra, moreover delivered hilarity and sensory thrills. The High School Musical outdoor rally, my favorite, was an engrossing confluence of infectious beats, rhythmic dancing and filipino goodwill. Indeed, there was not a single misfire in all of the super live-action and animated spectacles we viewed. Engrossed audiences laughed, clapped and cheered wildly.
Who can forget the evening's main events, the night parade and the fireworks? So desperately did we desire prime seating that we scouted and camped our positions as though settlers rushing through a frontier, assiduously scanning and then demarcating our territory. We would not be denied a gorgeous view of the evening's entertainment. And when it came time for the performances, that the shows did touch the ethereal heights of our lofty expectations only added to ecstasy of being like a child, in awe and wonder, of the world around us. The Disney magic verily cast its spell on us, suspending our maturity for the welcomed digestion of a deep palette of colors set to slick choreography. Neither the Halloween parade (and the accompanying ghoulish, nighttime frights in Adventureland) nor the fireworks extravaganza should be missed.
Finally, as much as firsthand experience has proven its worth in debunking deplorable myths and conjectures about Hong Kong Disneyland (e.g. the park is too small; there are too many mainlanders), much of the myth-shattering and debunkment in my own received opinion came from eloquent discourse with past and present Disney cast members, from whom I learned about the pricing structure of Disney merchandise and foods - and why both seem to be presumptuously expensive - and whose words, combined with my own experience in the park, confirm the notion that Disney works hard to adjust its brand for cultural differences, though in the case of Hong Kong, the company still has much to demonstrate before a critical local audience.
Everyone loves to hate Hong Kong Disneyland. The media reviles the park and serves it up as tabloid fodder, reveling in an orgy of cruel delight with every single hiring misstep and every missed attendance goal. Local citizens, with whom my conversations have yielded much anecdotal evidence, also have voiced their displeasure, mostly over the park's size - too small - and its demographics - too many mainlanders. So it was with these pejorative impressions, this cacophony of complaints simmering in my imagination, that I passed warily through the gates of the Magic Kingdom, in cautious expectation of unfulfilled promises and inexorable bores. What I got, however, to my pleasant surprise and veritable enjoyment, was an afternoon and evening spent in the company of great friends amidst all sorts of amusements, an outing that easily summited any acclivity of entertainment previously established in my mind.
There were rides, lots of them, on which my friends and I spent much time frolicking like little children in whose hands are new toys. We actually spent more time on the rides than on the lines to board them, which surprised me, and added to the allure of the place. Every attraction, whether it was Space Mountain or Small World, whether it was the crazy tea cups or Pooh's dyslexic, whole-language reading adventure, was accessible without having to spend an inordinate amount of time waiting, and that's a good thing. We spent about one-minute in line for my favorite ride, Buzz Light Year's space voyage - a real-life first-person shooter. In general, I think can queue for ten minutes in order to go on a two-minute ride, any day, no problem.
Not only were the rides, and their queues impressive; the shows, too, were of such outstanding quality that our merry band contrived meticulously to attend them, twice even. Our friend lady B, whose initial plan we had followed to come to Disney and by whose handiwork we were granted free admittance, performed marvelously at the Golden Mickeys, a captivating drama involving physical feats of daring, risky dancing, plenty of singing and of course many of Walt's freaky, life-sized animals. From the audience, we cheered lustily for our friend and her fellow performers who went through a medley of Disney's greatest soundtracks and scenes. Other seated-performances that we attended, including the Stitch game and the 4D symphony orchestra, moreover delivered hilarity and sensory thrills. The High School Musical outdoor rally, my favorite, was an engrossing confluence of infectious beats, rhythmic dancing and filipino goodwill. Indeed, there was not a single misfire in all of the super live-action and animated spectacles we viewed. Engrossed audiences laughed, clapped and cheered wildly.
Who can forget the evening's main events, the night parade and the fireworks? So desperately did we desire prime seating that we scouted and camped our positions as though settlers rushing through a frontier, assiduously scanning and then demarcating our territory. We would not be denied a gorgeous view of the evening's entertainment. And when it came time for the performances, that the shows did touch the ethereal heights of our lofty expectations only added to ecstasy of being like a child, in awe and wonder, of the world around us. The Disney magic verily cast its spell on us, suspending our maturity for the welcomed digestion of a deep palette of colors set to slick choreography. Neither the Halloween parade (and the accompanying ghoulish, nighttime frights in Adventureland) nor the fireworks extravaganza should be missed.
Finally, as much as firsthand experience has proven its worth in debunking deplorable myths and conjectures about Hong Kong Disneyland (e.g. the park is too small; there are too many mainlanders), much of the myth-shattering and debunkment in my own received opinion came from eloquent discourse with past and present Disney cast members, from whom I learned about the pricing structure of Disney merchandise and foods - and why both seem to be presumptuously expensive - and whose words, combined with my own experience in the park, confirm the notion that Disney works hard to adjust its brand for cultural differences, though in the case of Hong Kong, the company still has much to demonstrate before a critical local audience.
Everyone loves to hate Hong Kong Disneyland. The media reviles the park and serves it up as tabloid fodder, reveling in an orgy of cruel delight with every single hiring misstep and every missed attendance goal. Local citizens, with whom my conversations have yielded much anecdotal evidence, also have voiced their displeasure, mostly over the park's size - too small - and its demographics - too many mainlanders. So it was with these pejorative impressions, this cacophony of complaints simmering in my imagination, that I passed warily through the gates of the Magic Kingdom, in cautious expectation of unfulfilled promises and inexorable bores. What I got, however, to my pleasant surprise and veritable enjoyment, was an afternoon and evening spent in the company of great friends amidst all sorts of amusements, an outing that easily summited any acclivity of entertainment previously established in my mind.
There were rides, lots of them, on which my friends and I spent much time frolicking like little children in whose hands are new toys. We actually spent more time on the rides than on the lines to board them, which surprised me, and added to the allure of the place. Every attraction, whether it was Space Mountain or Small World, whether it was the crazy tea cups or Pooh's dyslexic, whole-language reading adventure, was accessible without having to spend an inordinate amount of time waiting, and that's a good thing. We spent about one-minute in line for my favorite ride, Buzz Light Year's space voyage - a real-life first-person shooter. In general, I think can queue for ten minutes in order to go on a two-minute ride, any day, no problem.
Not only were the rides, and their queues impressive; the shows, too, were of such outstanding quality that our merry band contrived meticulously to attend them, twice even. Our friend lady B, whose initial plan we had followed to come to Disney and by whose handiwork we were granted free admittance, performed marvelously at the Golden Mickeys, a captivating drama involving physical feats of daring, risky dancing, plenty of singing and of course many of Walt's freaky, life-sized animals. From the audience, we cheered lustily for our friend and her fellow performers who went through a medley of Disney's greatest soundtracks and scenes. Other seated-performances that we attended, including the Stitch game and the 4D symphony orchestra, moreover delivered hilarity and sensory thrills. The High School Musical outdoor rally, my favorite, was an engrossing confluence of infectious beats, rhythmic dancing and filipino goodwill. Indeed, there was not a single misfire in all of the super live-action and animated spectacles we viewed. Engrossed audiences laughed, clapped and cheered wildly.
Who can forget the evening's main events, the night parade and the fireworks? So desperately did we desire prime seating that we scouted and camped our positions as though settlers rushing through a frontier, assiduously scanning and then demarcating our territory. We would not be denied a gorgeous view of the evening's entertainment. And when it came time for the performances, that the shows did touch the ethereal heights of our lofty expectations only added to ecstasy of being like a child, in awe and wonder, of the world around us. The Disney magic verily cast its spell on us, suspending our maturity for the welcomed digestion of a deep palette of colors set to slick choreography. Neither the Halloween parade (and the accompanying ghoulish, nighttime frights in Adventureland) nor the fireworks extravaganza should be missed.
Finally, as much as firsthand experience has proven its worth in debunking deplorable myths and conjectures about Hong Kong Disneyland (e.g. the park is too small; there are too many mainlanders), much of the myth-shattering and debunkment in my own received opinion came from eloquent discourse with past and present Disney cast members, from whom I learned about the pricing structure of Disney merchandise and foods - and why both seem to be presumptuously expensive - and whose words, combined with my own experience in the park, confirm the notion that Disney works hard to adjust its brand for cultural differences, though in the case of Hong Kong, the company still has much to demonstrate before a critical local audience.
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GGRR presents
TOKYODIONYSOS Release Party
2015/7/11
at EARTHDOM
[Live]
ANAL VOLCANO
CARRE
ENDON
FILTHY HATE
INCAPACITANTS
ISTERISMO
PREPARATIONハSET
ZENOCIDE
CHAOSMONGERS
[DJ's]
AIWABEATZ
LOVEJUICE
YWK1
李ペリー
BLACKMONEY
SHOT-ARROW
Love Hate has toured extensively throughout Europe and is now making the rounds of the United States. The Western Avenue Brown Line Plaza became the 30th location on July 22, 2023. Standing more than seven feet tall and spanning approximately 16 feet in length, the steel structures were designed by Berlin artist Mia Florentine Weiss.
25 things about me, tagged by Lizz and Haley. I think I did one of these a few years ago on Flickr, so I hope I don’t repeat myself!
1. I own too many dolls. Really, far too many. But I can’t bear selling them. I do it at times out of absolute necessity, but I really, really hate it!
2. I like to run. I started it about a year and a half ago because I’d had a bad break-up six months previously and needed to focus my mind on something. It’s become a bit of an obsession – I ran a marathon this year, and I find that my mood can be almost wholly dependent on how well my running is going (I’m not always nice to be around when I’m injured!)
3. I’m obsessed with mirrors. I’m either avoiding them completely, or scanning my reflection repeatedly, depending on my mood. In restaurants I try not to sit opposite a window I can see myself in, as I get distracted by looking at my reflection, and it’s kind of embarrassing!
4. I’m really retarded with toothpaste tubes, the kind with the pump on. I break tube after tube, I can’t understand how I have a degree but can’t work a toothpaste tube.
5. I like to wear bright colours, I’m definitely not one of those people who lives in black. In fact, I mostly dislike black being close to my face, because I think it washes me out. The only colour I won’t wear is lilac (for the very same reason).
6. Although I wear bright colours on the outside, my taste in underwear is extremely dull and practical. I favour flesh-coloured T-shirt bras, and no-VPL knickers, much to the disappointment of many a boyfriend!
7. My pet hate in people is flakiness (in terms of personality, not dandruff – though I don’t like that much either). Sadly, flaky people seem to disguise themselves rather well, so I end up befriending them, only to realise further down the line that they’re completely useless.
8. I’m severely body dysmorphic and worry about whether or not I look fat every single day. It’s nauseating – things are nowhere near as bad as they were when I was in my early-20s, but I still wish it could be better.
9. I still watch Neighbours. I find it hilarious (in a ridiculous way) and I really, really want to go to Melbourne and go on the Neighbours trail. I would be sooo excited to meet the cast members!!
10. In addition to Neighbours, I still watch Home and Away. I also watch 90210, and latterly, One Tree Hill. Oh yes, I watch some very bad TV.
11. I want to kill the couple on the match.com ad, who “like old movies, like The Godfather 3” (it’s on right now). They’re dreadful, and I hope they don’t breed.
12. I plan to train as a pilates instructor next year. I’ve become obsessed with the benefits of core strength, so I figure that I may as well teach it to others (rather than boring people about it in general conversation like I do now!)
13. When I move in with my boyfriend next year, the first thing I want to buy is a ragdoll kitten.
14. When I move in with my boyfriend next year, the first thing I will ACTUALLY have to buy will be lots of glass cabinets to house my dolls, so that said ragdoll kitten does not destroy them.
15. At the moment I work three days a week from home, and two in the office. I have a horrible habit of doing no work at all on a Monday (in fact, I’ve done just that today) which makes the rest of my week suck. I never learn!
16. Although I’m not mad about chocolate, I have become oddly addicted to chocolate-covered rice cakes. They are yummy!
17. I’m a bit OCD about certain things. If I’m watching the TV, the volume has to be on a number that is divisible by five. I eat crisps in fives too. My boyfriend finds it hilarious to put the volume on 14 and hide the remote, or feed me six crisps then run off with the bag.
18. I’m absolutely starving right now. All the running means that I have to eat really often, and that I get maaaad if I can’t eat when I need to!
19. I think that the two most overrated celebrities of the last fifteen years have been Cheryl Cole and Princess Diana.
20. I really like guinea pigs. I had them when I was small and they lit up my world, I squeal whenever I see a picture of guinea pigs because I think they are so lovely. I couldn’t own them again though, as they don’t live long and would break my heart after just a very few years.
21. I don’t Twitter, because some random girl in the US already has the ID “Blondiepops” and I stubbornly refuse to call myself anything else.
22. I hate religion. Hate it. It’s done so much harm in the world that the word pretty much leaves me cold.
23. The above pic is of me with my Grandma. She was fantastic, and had the best Scottish accent in the world. She passed away in 2008, and I miss her.
24. I am experiencing big love for vintage Christmas decorations this year.
25. Now that I have written this, I am off to de-box some new dolls, then go to a pilates class. Both of which are very “me” activities!
I hope that wasn’t too boring!
Tagging Sue and Maria :)
Volkmar Hable worked in senior executive positions in the oil exploration industry and served with companies involved in tourism, geophysics, global engineering consulting and spent time with the diplomatic corps.
I usually hate compromises. But this time made one - I've been looking for 50mm lens for years, mainly wondering around because of the price of all no-compromise 50mm.
Anyhow, this is a game changer for me now:
- 225 €
- outperforming* (center sharpness) at least 24-70L, 16-35L, 45 TS-E
- almost hitting the f2.8 center sharpness of 50/1.2L (~1600€) being wide open itself (870 vs. 890 lp/ph)
- matching Zeiss 50/1.4 again in center sharpness
I know, this is not a classic 50mm and it will never be. I don't give a damn, its bargain of the century compared to it's performance, compact, doesn't seem to break in pieces physically and focuses ok (AF of course).
Looking forward to make this a solid portraiture companion =)
(*measurements by Lens Rentals)
National Hate Crime Awareness Week community engagement takes place outside the East London Mosque in Whitechapel.
this just really shows what i dislike about the world. i dont understand how people can think like this.
The power of some in the media to incite violence must never be underestimated. We have seen the growth of talk radio in the United Sates and other parts of the world, although many serve as a medium for good, others are used as vehicles to spread hate. Many of these talk radio announcers have now expanded into world of television and are drawing huge audiences. What took place in Rwanda should always be a reminder as to the power of Radio to incite hatred and violence.
Wake up and pay attention before it is too late.
Radio Télévision Libre des Mille Collines (RTLM) was a Rwandan radio station which broadcast from July 8, 1993 to July 31, 1994. It played a significant role during the April-July 1994 Rwandan Genocide.
The station's name is French for "Mille Collines Free Radio and Television", deriving from the description of Rwanda as "Land of a Thousand Hills". It received support from the government-controlled Radio Rwanda, which initially allowed it to transmit using their equipment.
Widely listened to by the general population, it projected racist propaganda against Tutsis, moderate Hutus, Belgians, and the United Nations mission UNAMIR. It is widely regarded as having played a crucial role in creating the atmosphere of charged racial hostility that allowed the genocide to occur.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radio_Télévision_Libre_des_Mille_...
A Rwandan radio journalist has been charged with inciting mass killings during the 1994 genocide. Valerie Bemeriki, a former employee of the independent Radio Mille Collines, was arrested in north-western Rwanda late last week, according to Justice Minister Jean de Dieu Mucyo.
"She will be prosecuted for genocide and crimes against humanity," the justice minister said.
Radio Mille Collines became notorious for its broadcasts which encouraged the slaughter of Tutsis and of Hutus who were sympathetic to the Tutsi cause.
The station was launched in 1993, backed by family members of the Hutu President Juvenal Habyarimana - whose death in a plane crash triggered the genocide.
"Do not kill those inyenzi (cockroaches) with a bullet - cut them to pieces with a machete" was one comment attributed to Ms Bemeriki.
Don't judge me by this photo, I hate it too, but I liked the idea at the time.
Thanks to mah kid sista for posing in this for me and not freaking out (too much) when I asked her to do this photo. I think he hands look intense in this photo, which is basically why I put it up. The heart sucks because I painted it on.
The idea came just from my friend mentioning "love/hate relationships" randomly today. I wish this came out different but for now I think I'll let things lie.
Oh and I might turn off comments for all my photos but keep notes on and stuff. Or I don't know. I'm going to play around with things.
Photo Courtesy of Karen & Drew Attanasio
Spring 2017, Blackburn Hall.
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Ages ago, I got asked to have the honour of doing up a cover for JESUS HATES ZOMBIES, created by Stephen Lindsay, for his big arse ultimate collection of the book. Finally got around to doing it so here's a few in progress shots!
Here's the initial pencils...mostly...since I forgot to take a picture before I started the inks. Oops.
ENG SUB :
[CL] You really suck
I have no reason to see you
This world is filled with guys like you
You s-s-suck
Your flaws are countless
To just put up with it and love you
Is a waste of time
Hate you eh eh eh eh eh
I’m fine living without you
Hate you eh eh eh eh eh
I’m fine living without you
[MINJI] My memories with you
Consist only of memories waiting for you
No matter how much I put up with it, and put up with it, it wouldn’t end
I-I wanted to hear those words, “I love you”
Your unconcerned love
I grew tired of it
[BOM] It feels terrible I threw all my pride away
I’m sad, is this all I’m worth?
I’m worried, now, of the four-letter word, LOVE
I’m scared, you’re hilarious
[CL] You really suck
I have no reason to see you
This world is filled with guys like you
You s-s-suck
Your flaws are countless
To just put up with it and love you
Is a waste of time
Hate you eh eh eh eh eh
I’m fine living without you
Hate you eh eh eh eh eh
I’m fine living without you
[DARA] H-H-Half the words coming out from your mouth are lies
No matter how many times you deceive me and deceive me, it wouldn’t end
Someday you, too
Will meet a girl like you
Once you feel the pain, you’ll know how I feel
[BOM] It feels terrible, there was never such thing as a hero
With a happy ending, Was I too naive like a fool?
It turned out for the better since now I figured you out
I’m going to leave, you really suck
[CL] You really suck
I have no reason to see you
This world is filled with guys like you
You s-s-suck
Your flaws are countless
To just put up with it and love you
Is a waste of time
Hate you eh eh eh eh eh
I’m fine living without you
Hate you eh eh eh eh eh
I’m fine living without you
[MINJI] I feel relieved,
[CL] I feel so much better
[MINJI] Down to the bone I’ve erased every last memory of you
[BOM] I feel relieved
[DARA] I feel so much better
[BOM] Down to the bone I’ve erased every last memory of you
[CL] You really suck
I have no reason to see you
This world is filled with guys like you
You s-s-suck
Your flaws are countless
To just put up with it and love you
Is a waste of time
Hate you eh eh eh eh eh
I’m fine living without you
Hate you eh eh eh eh eh
I’m fine living without you.
Không cm cũng đc .. fav đi ♥ ~