My throat tightens whenever I hear Nelson Mandela’s name on news. I knew him first in Matt Damon’s movie, Invictus, in 2009. I already knew then and that he had done something big.
(What else would they make a movie out of one’s life if they didn’t). Something great. I thought, maybe not for the whole world but for his country and nation. I also thought he had already passed away. But he’s not. And it is overwhelming to think that he is already a history even long before he dies.
photo from: imdb.com
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If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
THIS POST IS EVEN BETTER NOW BECAUSE I’VE ACTUALLY HAD THIS INTERACTION
I remember making a violet set of drums (a bass, 2 snares and 2 cymbals) out of clay for our Arts class in 4th year high school. I also remember how careful I was bringing it to school because I was very pleased with what I’ve done. But I also remember how my ex-boyfriend carried it after school. It was inside a white plastic bag and already in its side. I knew it! But I wish I just knew it sooner, that girls must never let the boys carry their things for them. Because sometimes, they’re not really concern about you getting tired bringing your things but because they think they must carry it. Like eating because we need to, not eating because we love to.
Bottom lines is, I regret letting him carry my project because I really loved the drums clay. But I’m going to start molding clay soon (just for fun and experiment).
I want to learn to speak Dothraki and High Valyrian. But just reading it, I sounded like chanting a spell or curse. Creepy -___-