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foamcut · 10 months ago
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EPS acoustic insulation can be installed within interior walls to reduce sound transmission between rooms. It helps to minimize noise transfer, allowing for increased privacy and a quieter living environment. This is particularly beneficial in shared housing, apartments, or multi-story buildings where soundproofing is important for EPS granulator.
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epack-india · 1 year ago
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EPS Thermocol Sheet Manufacturer in Delhi, Noida, India
EPACK India is a leading EPS thermocol sheet manufacturer in India. We are the largest supplier of thermocol sheets in Greater Noida, Delhi, India. For more information, call our experts at +91-8448696973 or visit our website www.epackindia.com.
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allindiaevent · 3 months ago
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Thermocol Packing on Snow Pack Polymers High Quality and Inexpensive
In terms of the security that your items deserve, then the best type of packing that you can use is that of the thermocol packing. Thermocol Packing Solution from Snow Pack Polymers covers high quality packing material for optimum packing solutions with long durability at affordable costs. If you’re moving electronics for instance or have sensitive equipments that need to be shipped their packing…
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papericious · 3 months ago
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townpostin · 4 months ago
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Continuous Rain Causes Flooding in Bagbera; Over 200 Homes Affected
Floodwaters from a clogged sluice gate have inundated homes in Jamshedpur’s Bagbera area, prompting ongoing efforts to resolve the issue. Continuous rain in Jamshedpur has led to flooding in over 200 homes in the lower Bagbera area as water from a clogged drain overflows. JAMSHEDPUR – Persistent rain in Jamshedpur and surrounding areas has caused significant flooding in the lower Bagbera region,…
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spmepl124 · 5 months ago
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SPM EPL offers a range of equipment that is suitable for several industries, including automotive, aerospace, electronics, and industrial manufacturing. Its unique technologies and high-performance spray systems are among the offerings. Superior control over application thickness and consistency is provided by the carefully engineered design of each piece of equipment, which can handle a wide range of coating materials, including paints, varnishes, adhesives, and specialized coatings.For more info about our product visit website: https://spmepl.com/category/coating-equipment/
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tvaraj · 9 months ago
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Sellur K Raju’s Experiment To Curb Water Loss Due to Evaporation
By T.V. Antony Raj Sellur K Raju aka “Thermocol” Raju. Five years ago, Sellur K Raju, the former Tamil Nadu Minister for Cooperatives, came up with an ingenious idea to curb water loss due to evaporation at Tamil Nadu’s Vaigai dam. The officials of the Public Works Department, under the guidance of the minister, undertook the task of covering a portion of the dam with thermocol sheets worth…
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the-prophecy · 11 months ago
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Talked to bestie and she was like "Mera gift mat bhoolna" and I'm like kal subah yaad karvana dabba bag me daal dungi (slip up number one) and she's like dabba ?!? And I'm like Amazon kaa dabba and then she's like ATLEAST WRAP TOH KIYA HOTAA and i straight away said that I'm aalsi the end.
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jonsonmoond123 · 1 year ago
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donapaperplatemachine · 1 year ago
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Dona Plate Making Machine
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A “dona plate making machine” typically refers to a machine used for manufacturing disposable plates and bowls, often made from materials like paper, thermocol (polystyrene foam), or leaves (such as palm or banana leaves). These machines are commonly used in the production of disposable tableware for various purposes like serving food at parties, events, or in street food stalls, and they are popular because they are cost-effective and environmentally friendly.
The process of making paper plate making machine with such a machine typically involves: Material Loading: Raw material (usually rolls of paper, thermocol sheets, or leaves) is loaded into the machine.Printing (Optional): If desired, the machine may have an option for printing designs or logos on the plates.
Die Cutting: The machine uses a die cutting process to cut the material into the desired plate or bowl shape.
Shaping and Forming: The cut material is then shaped and formed into the specific design of a plate or bowl. In the case of paper, this might involve heating and pressing to achieve the desired shape.
Drying (if needed): Some materials, like thermocol, may require a drying process to set their shape.
Stacking and Packaging: Once the plates or bowls are formed and dried, they are usually stacked and packaged for distribution.
These machines come in various sizes and capacities, and their complexity can vary depending on the type of material they are designed to process and the specific features they offer. Some machines are manual and require more human intervention, while others are automated for higher production rates.
Raw Material Loading: The machine is loaded with rolls or sheets of paper material, which can be in the form of paper rolls, paper sheets, or pre-cut paper circles. The choice of raw material can vary, but it is typically food-grade paper.
Paper Feeding: The machine has a mechanism to feed the paper into the manufacturing process. The paper is usually fed in a continuous manner.
Molding: The machine uses heat and pressure to mold the paper into the shape of the dona (paper plate or bowl). It has specific molds or dies for creating different sizes and designs of donas.
Cutting: Once the paper is molded into the dona shape, the machine cuts it to the required size. This can include cutting excess paper and shaping the edges of the dona.
Embossing or Printing (Optional): Some advanced machines may have embossing or printing capabilities to add designs, patterns, or branding information to the paper donas. This step is not always included, and it depends on the machine’s features and the manufacturer’s requirements.
Drying and Stacking: Depending on the design and material used, the automatic paper plate making machine may go through a drying process to remove any moisture. After drying, the machine may stack the finished donas, making them ready for packaging.
Packaging: The manufactured paper donas are typically stacked and packaged for distribution. Packaging can vary, but it is often in bundles or cartons.
Paper Dona Making Machines come in different sizes and capacities, ranging from small, manually operated machines suitable for small-scale production to large, automated machines for mass production. The choice of machine depends on the production volume and specific requirements of the manufacturer.
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information-service · 1 year ago
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Leading Thermocole Sheet Manufacturers: Innovating Lightweight Solutions for Diverse Industries
Discover a world of versatile and lightweight solutions with renowned Thermocole Sheet Manufacturers. These industry-leading manufacturers are at the forefront of crafting high-quality thermocole (expanded polystyrene) sheets, known for their exceptional insulation properties and ease of use. Experience the endless possibilities that thermocole sheets offer across various industries. From packaging and construction to arts and crafts, these manufacturers produce a wide range of sheet sizes and densities to meet diverse application needs. Embrace the efficiency and sustainability of thermocole sheets, as they are made from environmentally friendly materials that are 100% recyclable. By choosing thermocole sheets, you contribute to the reduction of carbon footprints and promote a greener environment.
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foamcut · 10 months ago
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The horizontal eps shredder is simple design and it is durable in working.It can largely reduce the volume of polystyrene waste.We design inlet on the ground for easily feeding the machine and you can see the capacity when machine start working.
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allindiaevent · 3 months ago
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Snow Pack Polymers Thermocol Manufacturer Durable and Strong
In fact, there are some significant points to consider while choosing the thermocol manufacturer and out among them two are durability and strength. It has been seen that in almost every industry such as pharma, electronics, and automotive etc. , the quality packaging solution plays a vital role. A company that is well-positioned to sell thermocol products in this market is Snow Pack Polymers…
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firefly--bright · 5 months ago
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blooming hearts.
jean kirstein x reader, reincarnation a.u.
chapter one - seeds.
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The universe hadn’t been the kindest to you.
To give credit where it was due, you’d admit that it did give you some things to be glad about. Sprinklings of joy in the winter weather, the perfect temperature of bath water, patience to practice things you enjoyed, smelling the crisp air of the oncoming spring paired with dew on new leaves. Things to be glad about, things to look forward to. but the universe – being an entity created by humans – was itself in the sense that it was cruel and took and took and took.
You didn’t know the physics of it all – you didn’t know the exact equation of the gravitational pull that led you into getting the strangest dreams at night with monsters with teeth that were the size of your torso, with ragged and haunting breaths that embodied death itself walking the earth as if it was theirs to take. The same equation, however, also gave you dreams of friends that would do the exact opposite of these giants. They’d smile and laugh and even if you couldn’t remember their faces or their names by the time you awoke, you remembered that you were loved. You had to remember that you were loved. You didn’t have much else.
Maybe it was the same damned equation with the same uneven answer that led to you getting accepted into the university with a familiar sounding name and an even familiar looking campus with large walls covered in vines and old architecture resting creakily on the ground, shops and café’s lining up to remind the students that life still waited for them inside the gates.
One of these shops just so happened to have him.
The door to the flower shop opened the same way it always did, the scent of all the arrangements embracing you in their warmth. The bell rung to indicate your entrance and like clockwork, he looked up from his phone, his back straightening as if he hadn’t expected to see you here even if you were here like the same clockwork.
In the surge of the new life you had gained access to along with your single dorm and limited possibilities, you decided to commemorate the occasion by buying one stem of flowers every alternate week. You couldn’t bear to splurge on those fancy bouquets with adornments made form thermocol beads dipped glitter and those fancy looking wrappings, but you could spare some money to buy the singular flower. And of course, with all things you touched and saw, you craved meaning to be attached to them. The first week you bought them was the first week you saw him as well – you bought a singular tulip to which he flashed a mildly confused expression. You had explained yourself in part-anxiety and part-excitement of what you were planning on doing. he had smiled softly and wished you good luck.
You saw him many times after that.
“can I recommend one this time?” he asked, his voice deep and snapping you out of your reminiscence as you turned to him.
You didn’t know his name; more like he hadn’t told you his name. he never wore his name tag because he deemed it creepy for customers and non-regulars to know his personal information, and despite the fact that you didn’t fit into either category, he still hadn’t given you his name, telling you that you’d have to work for it instead, an obvious tease and way to challenge you. you had taken it with grace, and due to the lack of information, you resolved to calling him “flower boy”.
His hair illuminated brightly, turning into gold threads as he stood infront of the bright afternoon sun, and even if the top of his hair was covered by a cap which you assumed was the only part of his uniform that he had to present, and a thin lipped smile that appeared everytime he asked you a question that he had mulled over in his head. His brown eyes appeared even lighter with the light, disguising themselves as pools of honey rather then their deep, woody colour.
You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, leaning on the counter with your forearms. “sure.” His smile widened only slightly, and your nose tingled like you were going to sneeze but the action never followed. It happened everytime you were near him – one of those unexplained phenomena that you believed foolishly as a child, that people only vanished in the bermuda triangle because the universe was hungry, or that the ghosts that you were so scared of were only wants that were never fulfilled. Your nose tingled near flower boy because it wanted to, you excused.
He cleared his throat and pushed forward a small bouquet of five branches of flowers – deep purple with five petals and tightly packed on the stem, the tip littered with buds that were clambering to grow, tied with a bow made from twine. “theyre called purple lilacs.” He said, his hand fiddling with themselves on the table. “I don’t know their meaning, but they – well, theyre… theyre pretty, and they reminded me of you.” he speaks fast, as if he wants you to not know what he means, but you grab hold of the meaning as you always do before he can disregard it.
You give him a soft smile. “thank you,” you say, taking the stems in your hand gently, turning them over to observe as you ignore a tingling in your heart that was similar to the one on your nose but warmer and far more familiar, and its ironic because your body has never felt familiar to you but this action does. The simple fact of him saving you something as if it was nothing makes more sense to you than your whole being.
Your smile turns into a teasing one, “so you think about me, flower boy?”
He scowls, leaning on the counter just as you had, “I told you not to call me that.” He says, disregarding the first part of your assumptious statement, “im not some common market-boy. I have a name.”
You stifle a laugh as your smile widens in a way that feels familiar. “market-boy? What does that even mean?”
he waves a hand around, unsure of what he’s talking about himself, but you catch its meaning anyway, “you know, just some… some guy,”
“aren’t we all just some guys?”
“well, I for one have a name.”
“which you wont tell me.”
“take me out to dinner first.” he said, smirking as he looks at you and even if you want to believe him in his reality, you cant bring yourself to. no matter how familiar he makes you feel to yourself, your comforts lie in your hesitance on believing them.
“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you ask, just as teasing, just as hesitant to know the answer as he was. He pulls away from the counter, a smile still on his face as he rolls his eyes.
“whatever makes you sleep better at night.” He says, crossing his arms over themselves near his chest as if that would do anything to help the way his heart was fluttering.
in his delusions, it did. Keeping his arms near his body would mean that he could catch his heart before it flew to you like it wanted to.
Jean didn’t know what made him so hesitant into believing you either. Maybe it was the fact that the person his dreams were etched around was still out there somewhere, searching for answers just as he was, feeling like the half of something better just as he was. He couldn’t let them down, but he also couldn’t let you down.
And yes, at first he thought he was going insane. When he was a toddler and experienced unexplained dreams of those monsters with eyes that seemed to never blink and always watch him, stare at him as he glided away from them, the giants that ripped his best friend in a clean half and crumpled up the rest of his comrades into an undigested pulp on the floors of unknown land. But then he met marco, and everything made sense. Marco jutted his arm out on the first day of middle school and introduced himself, fixing his crooked glasses on his nose, telling jean of his name and all of a sudden a piece of the puzzle made sense. Jean told marco his own name and watched as marco also connected the dots, filled in a part of the page that was ripped out from jean’s hands. And then, soon enough, he met sasha and connie in high school, and he felt the page being glued back to the book, filling out the pages in ink. But half of his book was still left unsaid and unknown and he knew – he believed because he had to – that it had to be this stranger in his dreams, the other half of himself that he was sure was somewhere and he just wasn’t looking hard enough.
And yet here he was. Seemingly flirting with you. jean felt almost ashamed of himself.
but he knew you. over the three months you had collected flowers, you also collected parts of him that he wished he could’ve kept just for himself. And selfishly, jean kept his name from you because he didn’t want to know the answer. He didn’t want to be let down if it wasn’t you who kept dreaming about, and it made him feel disgusted in himself. But it was only natural how he was feeling. He couldn’t help it. His heart had always been soft, always been somewhere separate from his body, on his sleeve where it was far easier to access.
and ofcourse, because you were you – beautiful and human and far more real than the stranger in his dreams – you also kept your name from him.
He sighed with a smile still on his face as he pretended to ring you up. You looked at the purple lilacs in your hands with wonder and a small smile of your own. Jean tried not to stare at you too much. You eyelashes caught the light of the sun when you blinked, your lips a little chapped and beautiful and human and real, and he catches your voice when you whisper, “theyre beautiful,” and he agrees. You are.
He clears his throat. “it’s on the house.”
Your head snaps up, brows furrowed just as he looks away. “what? Why?” you ask. Jean shrugs, copying your action from when you first entered the store today, trying to act nonchalant. “’cause, uh, I mean, you- well, it came in with a big wedding order. Its not something we sell without request and there were a couple extra, and y’know. Yeah.” He says, the tips of his ears growing warm and he prays that you don’t see how he lies even though he knows you catch it anyway because youre you. he doesn’t tell you how he kept them aside just for you even if Petra had told him that they were quiet an expensive investment.
You breathe out a small laugh. “alright. Whatever you say, flower boy.” You say, and jean exhales the breath he had been holding.
jean realises how much he enjoys going against the morals hes been raised on when he relishes on the selfish butterflies he feels when you call him that nickname. Worse than all the sins in the world, jean thinks, because he keeps thinking about how it makes him feel and how its kind of a silly nickname but its only silly because youre the only one who calls him that and he’s the only one who gets to be called it. Its only silly because its makes him feel.
“again with the name,” he says, his hands folding ontop of his chest again, fighting the tingles in his heart and all over his lungs.
“im not going to pay for your dinner-“
“well, then, prepare to call me flower boy for the rest of your life, poppy.” The endearment tumbles from his lips before he can stop it, and your grin widens in surprise as you squint at him like he’s just confessed to the selfishness that he was beating himself up about. He cant help it – his nickname for you formed after the second time you came into the shop and purchased a branch of poppy and he looked at the stem and then at you and it just made sense.
A laugh bubbles up from your own lips, “poppy?” you question.
“yeah – well, you wouldn’t tell me your name and keep calling me flower boy-“
“as opposed to what? Should I call you Mr. worldwide?”
“yes, actually, id like that.” He says and your laughter spreads across his chest like fast-growing vines, and he has to laugh out of compulsion, he has to laugh to let out his breath as his chest constricted.
“im not calling you that,” you remark. He shrugs, “suit yourself.”
Jean watches as you pull away one of the stems, placing it on the counter. “here.” you say, presenting it to him.
its embarrassing how quickly his cheeks turn as red as your namesake, “for me?”
You hum in confirmation, “for you. don’t worry, its on the house.” You say, mimicking his statement with a smile. Flower boy took your peace offering and nodded, not looking up. You glanced behind him, the clock reading 4:37 – alerting you that your shift for work was going to being soon and you’d have to leave – an action that jean observed.
“I have to-“ “yeah,” he says, softly and it almost sounds like a plea. You ignore the tingling in your nose again, as you smile.
Before leaving the safe comfort of the four floral walls of the shop, you turn, “bye, flower boy.” You say, waving your hand lightly.
Jean has to put his hand to his chest to calm himself down.
He’d give you a daffodil next time, he thinks.
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folkloregirlfriend · 9 months ago
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favourite childhood picture ever is where i'm wearing a golden dress with straps and i have a fuckass bob and it was after coming home from my relative's (we all hate him now) wedding in 2009 or 2010 and i'm like seven years old and i have a thermocol cup in my hand with probably fanta in it and i've raised it very high like making a toast and the other hand is on my waist and i'm so happy and it's my parents bedroom and the walls are painted bright orange
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miano-oscarwilde · 2 years ago
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Compilation of my self made mairuma toys. I make 3D art. These are my assets
1. Iruma, Azz, Clara : The love trio
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Type- plastic casting, handmade.
Material- air dry clay, polymer clay, plastic.
The Goemons
1. Life sized doll- The Goemon
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Type - handmade
Material - fur cloth, cotton, cloth, wooden rods.
Accessories - cloth, plastic, cardboard
2. Little Goemon - my first Goemon
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Type - handmade
Material - cloth, cotton.
3. Pencil head Goemon
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Type - handmade
Material - fur, thermocol as base.
4. Terracotta Goemons
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Type - handmade
Material - terracotta clay, discarded bottles, acrylic paint
5. Customised Goemon doll - made with best friend
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Type - customised
Material - doll parts, cloth,white fur strings
5. Goemon pendant
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Type - handmade
Material - air dry clay
6. Gaap poompa (OC)
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Agares Picero
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Type - handmade
Material -air dry clay, cloth, polymer clay
Grandpa and Kalego sensei
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Type - handmade
Material - egg, cotton, sponge
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