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Jian Chongmin | 简崇民 (b.1947, China)
[more Jian Chong Min | artist found at theartofanimation]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4wfv7kYMs1qdhfhho1_1280.jpg)
Jian Chongmin | 简崇民 (b.1947, China)
[more Jian Chong Min | artist found at theartofanimation]
My mom woke me up at 4:30 in the morning cause I decided yesternight that I will go to Manila with my sister. Took a bath, eat breakfast and leave. It was a bit rainy along SLEX but when I arrived at my dorm, the rain had finally stopped. I fix my things at my dorm before I took a short nap. At around noon, Gio texted me to have lunch with him (Bromance! lol) at KFC P.Campa but there are so many people inside, so we ate at John Allen’s instead. After eating, we head back to Gio’s dorm and watch How I Met Your Mother and after some time, Lloyd arrived. By 4 in the afternoon, we went to SM to eat dinner. We ate at KFC and went to DQ, only to find out that it is still on construction. They head back to their place and I head back to my dorm, waiting for my bro and sis.
I was supposed to have a lunch with Ella, Leo and Marya at Taft but Ella and me call it off since the weather’s not that good this morning. Oh well, we’ll see each other instead on the 12th! :)
OMG POLAROID CAMERA GIVEAWAY!
I’ve been meaning to put it up on eBay or sell it or something but I decided what the heck; I’ll give it away to my followers, since you’re all so amazing.
it’s a one-step express polaroid (produced somwehere between 1981 - 86)it still work, maybe not as great as it used to (the top pictures are samples, maybe it was the film I bought for it though - I’m not sure - but they all fade at the top)
it ‘Impossible film PX600’ colour and black & white.
so if you’re a photography and camera nut like myself, or you just want some fucking awesome old-school camera; here ya go~
RULES:
- you don’t have to be following me. I’m a fitspo blog, so I get not everyone wants to follow… but it’d be nice :3
- reblog as many times as you want - likes don’t count.
- I’ll be using one of those random number pickers
- make sure your ask is open so I can message you if you’ve won it.
- if the winner doesn’t reply within 10 days I’ll have to pick a new one.
- I’ll ship anywhere because I’m so fucking nice and awesome.
- and that’s all I can think of.
this is my first ever giveaway, so don’t make it a pain in the ass.
the winner will be chosen on June 5th because that’s my liddo sister’s birthday and I won’t forget that way :)
Ladies and Gentlemen, let my first ever give-away begin! and may the odds, be ever in your favour.
AU: After the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta agrees to become a Capitol slave in exchange for Katniss’s life.
I twist and turn in my bed as visions flash before my eyes and slither deep into my mind, breathing poison from the deepest corners of my imagination. It’s one of those nights, where nightmares refuse to leave me alone, where one simple thought, of home, of her, too deeply rooted in my heart to ever be shaken, keeps me away from sleep. That’s how I know I’ll never let go.
It’s been a year, now. A year since I sold my soul to the devil to save her.
The Capitol is my home, and District 12 nothing more than a distant memory – at least that’s what they keep telling me. But the truth is, the more time I spend here the more disgusted I am, and I find myself wanting to smash the cultivated ignorance and the elaborately designed cruelty that animate their eyes. Every day, I’m ordered to smile and to please, to repeat all the pretty little words they taught me to recite. I’m forbidden to paint, but it’s probably for the best. At one point, the world’s horror becomes enough; you don’t need to paint it, you don’t even need to remember it. It is enough.
I haven’t talked to Katniss in over a year. I know she sent me letters, but I never got to read them. Some nights, I lay awake, trying to remember everything I can about her, her smell, the color of her eyes, the way she felt in my arms. And when I fail to recollect the memories, I simply imagine what her life might be like back home. And sometimes, I find myself wondering if she ever thinks of me. If she ever catches glimpses of me on TV. If she ever searches for them. I’d like to tell her, I’d like her very much to know, that I may walk among them, but I’m not one of them. They can keep me here, they can dress me the way they want and dye my hair the color they desire, they can sell my body to the highest bidder, but I’ll never be a piece in their games.
‘We have a deal you and I, remember?’ President Snow’s voice echoes in my head, and in the fragile moonlight, I make a solemn promise. Oh, not aloud. There is no wind to hear, carry and bear words so heavy with hate. But in my silent own lone way, I swear. I will kill you.
Sabi van Hemert is a Dutch artist who creates sculptures that are a fusion between child and animal. Her sculptures have a quality of alternately denying and confirming what you think you see in them and what feeling they give you. Because it is not immediately clear what you are seeing, the relation between viewer and sculpture is more complex.
I’m so happy! The UST Tigresses owned the Ateneo Lady Eagles! Just so when I thought that Ateneo would easily own them, but they didn’t! So proud of them tigresses. Rawr! And oh, we made seafood carbonara for dinner! Nom nom nom. What a way to spend the last Sunday night before going back to school. :)
