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Detail of "A-maze-ing Laughter" -- a 2009 bronze sculpture by Yue Minjun, located in Morton Park in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
Is a statement coat
Living in such a temperate climate, I rarely get to trot out my coat collection. This suede and faux fur number needed a trotting.
The worst part about dressing in winter: your cute outfits are covered by a coat. The best part about dressing in winter: all you need is a fabulous coat!
Coat, Avanti (thrifted). Sweater, thrifted. Jeans, Levi’s. Boots, Vince Camuto.
I usually don't advertise, but this is my favourite barber in town.... funny enough I took the photo before I went there for a hair cut.
Đừng than vãn nữa..! Con người ta ai cũng phải tự sống những ngày dài của mình...:)
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Bất kỳ vào thời điểm nào trong ngày,ai cũng đều có thể bắt gặp nụ cười của tôi...!
Mọi người đều nghĩ :" Phải vui thì nó mới cừi tươi đến như thế "," sống như Bjk khoẻ,ko lo âu,ko muộn fiền gì cả,cười hoài...".....blah blah blah...:)
Mọi ngừi nghĩ như thế phải ko ?
Mọi ngừi ghen tỵ vs tôi phải ko ?
Thật ra,Cười đâu hẳn là vui...:)
Sâu bên trong,tôi thật sự Bất ổn...:)
Nhưng sẽ ko ai hiểu đc đâu...:)
Nhưng sẽ ko ai chia sẽ đc vs tôi đâu...:)
Nhưng sẽ ko ai kéo tôi ra,cân bằng vs bình ổn nó đc đâu...:)
Con người ta,ai cũng phải tự sống những ngày nhạt nhẽo của bản thân thôi ---dù đôi khi còn phải tự sống 1 mình nữa......:)
Thức dậy 1 mình.
Ra phố 1 mình.
Đi học 1 mình.
Ăn sáng 1 mình.
Cười 1 mình.
Nói chuyện 1 mình.
Buồn 1 mình.
Nói "ngủ ngon" 1 mình.
Thì thầm :" HPB'DAY to me " 1 mình...
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-Gĩư mình như 1 tờ giấy trắng phải ko...?
-Có lẽ vậy !
- Như thế là ko ổn đâu ! Ko ổn 1 tí nào cả...:-<
-Lý do...?
-Giấy là để viết lên ! Ko ai bên cạnh chúng ta.! Thì tự bản thân phải viết lên nó thôi :) Bất cứ điều gì :) Đừng làm 1 tờ giấy nhàu nhỉ trống rỗng... !
P.s: Hôm nay ,mọi người vẫn còn thấy tôi cười như Nắng.
Ngày mai,nghe tin tôi chết r` ? có ai bàng hoàng ko...?
I'm adjusting my stockings but I cannot really see if they are okay. Maybe you can help to check if both stockings are well aligned? Note that I'm very precise about this so you may need to get closer for a real thorough close inspection, or maybe even a helping hand.
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P:Peter Parker
S:Shield agent
S2:Shield agent 2
M:Maria Hill
I just beated 2 SHIELD agents.Another crime i commited today.Well, not a big deal. I am on my way to main SHIELD base. I need to talk to Maria Hill. I have something to say her.I need to break in . Hangar door is the most reasonable entrance because entering from the main door would be suicidal. I have the symbiote but i am not that mad. I stick next to the Hangar door to wait for it to open for a plane or something.After 5 minutes it opens.My chance to enter the facility.I enter the Hangar.Hangar door closes after me. I see a SHIELD agent looking at me.
S:Spider-Man! What do you think you are doing here? Put your hands in the air Now!
P:Umm..Don't you think if i was trying to surrender i would use the main door.
S:Just shut up and don't move.
I shoot a web and stick to the ceiling.He shoots at me.I dodge the bullets easily. I came closer to him and punch him in the face,knocking him out. I grab him. I need to hide his body. He shooted 3 times and guards will be here in any minute. I need some time.I can't find Maria Hill when the whole facility is alarmed about me.I put him in a cockpit of a SHIELD jet and turn the Autopilot on.I hope he likes where he goes when he wakes up.
I walk through the coridors and hopefully i can find Maria Hill.It would take a week to search this whole facility. Time is the last thing i have now. I see another agent.Walking in the corridor. I sneak behind him.Grabbing him and hitting him to the wall.Holding his neck.He looks shocked.
P:Tell me where Maria Hill is or else...
He smiles.
S2:Or else what? You are gonna kill me? (laughs) You are no Wolverine.
P:And you know what i am wearing? This is The Symbiote. It's an alien creature who has his own mind. And it drives his owner mad. I can't hold this anger for more. And trust me i had a pretty rough day.
He looks frightened.I guess he has heard about it.
S2:But it was destroyed! How can you...
P:Are you gonna talk or what?
I grab his arm with my other hand.Twist it.He screams. I close his mouth with my hand.
P:If you scream one more time.I am going to stop holding this thing back.
S2:She is in the 25th floor.The room at the end of the corridor with a big fancy door.
I knock him out.Find the nearest elevator.Even with Spider-powers i couldn't make it to the 25th floor with stairs.Elevator door opens.3 SHIELD agents is in there.They look at me.I web them.Press the button and go to the 25th floor. He was right the door is really fancy.Of course that's because she is the director of the SHIELD now.(Maria Hill became the director of SHIELD in the events of Civil War)I kick the door and jump into the middle of the room.Spider sense tingles.I see Maria Hill.Along with 3 SHIELD agents with shock blasters.I look back for a way to exit .Another group of agents came from the back,they have shock blasters.I am surrounded.
M:(smiles)Welcome Spider-Man.Didn't you know how SHIELD welcomes their guests.
They knew i have the Symbiote.Perhaps the agents i beat in the Hotel room woke up and reported what happaned. I thought the Symbiote would be an advantage for me to end this but now it can bring me to my end....
...........more I say, more!!
We're running out of time to get a nice snowfall around here. More coming Tuesday but reports are a bit wishy washy.
Have a great week everyone :-)
Here was Gwynfor Coaches Optare Solo P300 HUW (since it's been freshly repainted all over white) was seen pictured at Bangor bus station working on route 85 to Llanberis. During the times with the pandemic the schools have now reopened since it was closed in March before lockdown as the 85 has now put 2 buses on that service with this and along with E200 SN16 OSY. P300 HUW was on the very last 1715 85 service for the day as not meany people are around the area. Photo was taken during daily exercise. 29/06/20
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My friend. The person I have chosen to
Let into my life.
The same one who accepted me for a friend. To share
The good, the bad. To be together,
To laugh, dry, argue but mainly
Just to know that there is
Someone for you.
Friends. Couple. Or more.
How many friends does we need in our life?
As many as there are, for a friend is the one that’s there for me
In time of need. Just as I will be there
When he will call.
“You need a flange sprocket for that one.” A conspiratorial look in my direction. A steely nod in return that almost certainly failed to mask the bewilderment. “Then you’ll want an electric socket hammer to push the shankhead nails through. Then lay the new sheets, starting at the bottom and working up. Thirty centimetre overlaps between every panel. The galvanised rubber bungs will keep the rain out for years. Bish bosh, easy job. You could do the lot in three days.”
Ali was grinning at me, knowing that I had not the faintest clue what was being said. Our visiting expert might as well have been speaking in Serbo Croat for all I understood. She wanted to tell him to look at my soft pasty hands, hewn from a lifetime of wearing white shirts at the office, while before us stood a benevolent bearded gorilla of a man, a mixture of dried paint and wood stain all over his jeans and jumper, the result of doing a proper day’s work for a living. We were standing in our leaky garage, inspecting the roof and discussing the best way to keep it watertight this winter. Did we need a new roof, or could we repair this one? All of this was so far removed from anything familiar. What workplace skills I had were entirely limited to counting things and presenting the results to people further up the food chain than me. Whenever the urge seizes me to try a bit of DIY, I lie down in a darkened room and wait for the feeling to pass over. I call it DIwon’t.
We’ve had a sudden run of visitors to the house this summer. All male, all offering their considered wisdom on things that are falling down or need replacing, and all of them speaking in languages that I really don’t understand. The only thing these soft office boy ears hear is white noise when anyone starts talking about sprockets and sockets. There’s the old wooden windows, the collapsing rear porch, the rusting ride on mower with the gammy drive belt, the sycamores that need removing without falling onto the neighbours beehives, the bulging septic tank and the unending saga of the garage roof with the inbuilt shower. Only our plumber is female - and she did such a good job last time that we don’t need her services at the moment. I did fix a leaky tap in the bathroom last year - in fact I did a lap of honour around the garden when it no longer dripped at the fourth attempt to solve the problem. But mostly, I’m worse than useless. The sad and uncomfortable truth is that I need men in overalls to make my life function at moments like these, and I know that sounds wrong on just about every level.
Even a relatively simple task can lead me into a world of pain. Recently, one of our five a side football circle announced he was opening a new coffee stop opposite Redruth railway station, and had invited local artists to bring in their masterpieces. He’d put them on the wall to brighten the place up and sell them on the creative’s behalf. Stupidly, I told him that I do a bit of landscape photography around Cornwall and shared my Instagram feed, and before I knew it I’d agreed to bring some framed prints in. I rapidly chose four local scenes and had them printed, and then I ordered some white frames. Nice looking frames, hopefully robust enough and not very expensive. If I’m going to get a couple of quid out of this I need to remember this is Redruth and not trendy St Ives or Padstein. The people around here don’t take their baths in foaming gallons of champagne, you know. Some of them can barely afford water.
That left the business of assembling my purchases, and now my incomparable incompetence at all matters practical came to the fore. A can of mounting spray arrived from Mr Bezos, who it turned out owed me a tenner because one of the frames had a tiny mark on it. Ali and I watched some YouTube videos and were left bewildered by the multitude of different approaches. How could something that looked so simple be so complicated? In the end we came up with our own method - one which you definitely won’t ever see in the textbook. The mounting spray is supposed to stay “tacky” for five minutes, but it really doesn’t waste any time bonding two surfaces together. The moment we attempted to stick the printed photo to the backing paper along the carefully scored lines that had been made in advance, it broke loose and landed at a far more avant-garde angle, refusing to budge any further. Then there’s the business of trying to keep the inside free of dust, stray moulting hairs and goodness knows whatever else. With a shameful hidden mass of clipped edges hiding beneath the mount, the finished result does at least look like it’s supposed to. I wonder if we’ll have learned anything by the time we’ve completed the first batch. Maybe we need a flange sprocket, whatever that is.
I’m far more comfortable at the scenes of those images. Here’s one from that prototype selection - the only one that wasn’t already on Flickr. No sprockets or sockets required around here. Just a soft handed office boy with a camera and a flask of tea.