Sentences with phrase «thrown in a large bodied»

A high wave candle on the daily USD / JPY chart augurs that the upward power of this market is dissipating.Closing the day below the 21 - day simple moving average, this pair has thrown in a large bodied candlestick, with both upper and lower wicks summing...

Not exact matches

Total body power in all athletes can be developed through throws with heavy balls and should be done in a large open area to simulate the actions of the Olympic lifts (hip hinging and triple extension).

In the cities and large towns, big ditches were dug, and from morning to sunset the priests did nothing else but carry the dead bodies and throw them into the ditches....

I also never travel without a cross body handbag in addition to a larger tote bag to throw magazines, make - up, my laptop and in this case, a breast pump (AHH!)

► A giant caged gorilla is placed into a military cargo plane, accompanied by a man and a woman in handcuffs who argue with soldiers and an agent; the gorilla growls, snarls, and roars, showing large sharp teeth until he breaks apart the cage and several soldiers and government agents fire rifles and handguns to no avail as the animal roars and throws pieces of metal, striking some of the men, tosses several men against the bulkheads of the plane, and stands on the chest of an unconscious agent, who wakes up and shouts; a sliding military vehicle in the cargo hold pins the gorilla to a wall, the man and the woman in handcuffs break free and don parachutes, placing one on the agent and after the plane crashes in smoke and flames we see few bloody footprints of the gorilla leading away from the crash site (we do not see the bodies of the other passengers) and the agent has a cut on his forehead and the other man has lots of blood on the back of head and his T - shirt while the woman's face is scraped on one cheek and one side of her forehead.

Within two years, the team was the largest in the school, with over a quarter of the student body running, jumping, and throwing for us, and when I left, nearly everyone mentioned the creation of the team — which to me was the most obvious idea possible — as my defining accomplishment.

This huge improvement compared to the last Camaro is in large part due to its new suspension, which manages to not only mitigate punishment from potholes, but also curb body pitch and roll even when you throw it like a four - seam fastball into a corner.

Whenever you're in a recreation zone that has a large enough body of water — be it a river, lake, or ocean — you'll likely see a small bridge with the icon of a throw net appearing above it.

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.