Sentences with phrase «appears as a curse»

Human nature dictates that perfection is simply a fantastical thought, and while this appears as a curse, nothing can be exactly right to a species that thrives on progression and development.

Not exact matches

Jack joined Bournemouth in the summer of 2016 as he looked to cement himself regular playing time as he looked to build up his strength and fitness after those injuries had taken their toll, and just as he appeared to be striking upon full rejuvenation, the inevitable curse struck again.

This time around, we've lost Marcelo Brozovic to the same international injury curse - and while this injury would appear to slightly shorter - term than Cancelo's, its timing is rather more inconvenient, as it arrives with perhaps the two toughest fixtures of our season so far just round the corner.

He's only incapacitated Jay so that she can see for herself the curse that he's just sexually transmitted to her, and the focus of her terror quickly shifts as a naked woman appears outside the building, slowly walking toward them.

The resolve of Jay to try and destroy the creature ultimate makes her appear as much stronger protagonist, ensuring that we are at her side in the fight, rather than if she passed the curse like the less heroic Hugh.

Here, we're presented with a curse passed from victim to victim through sexual encounter, a nameless evil that stalks its prey appearing as a random member of a crowd or perhaps a loved one.

Adell stands up to fight the curse, and as he does, the haughty daughter of Zenon appears to ruin everything.

The ever - troubled Homefront franchise appears as if it has been unable to lift the curse that seemingly rests upon it.

The series is also known for confusing players thanks to the original developer bringing the game to non-SEGA platforms, such as this game also appearing as Dragon's Curse on the TurboGrafx - 16 without the Wonder Boy license which is owned by SEGA.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.