Wednesday, March 16, 2005

note: im sorry about the pictures. arghh, as usual, i am having problems with blogger.

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my sandbox creative family.

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at play
This is my sandbox creative family ‘in action’. It was already 4 in the morning and none of us had slept really. Bianong, Dianne and I were downstairs then finishing the storyboards. ha! Such -brave- people for we chose to work there despite tims creepy stories about the fairies and the white lady. Hmm. I still don’t know up to now where exactly “THE SPOT” is. [By the way, check out the -white lady- in the photo collage above. No, just kidding, that was just me!] As ive said, it was already morning but our energies were still very high then, hehe. Thanks to the storyboard with multiple stories, hehe.. ang labo. Special thanks to Gelo in his polo and his -boy rushing look but not really-. Dont worry about the money, youll earn enough, hehe. :P, peace, if you’re reading this! Special thanks to Mark and his dramatic -hey, wait, dude pare! I forgot my child- look. (peace, mark! you know how much Dianne and I love you, for being you, hehe.. sabog) tsk tsk. ehem ehem:-p

Loving the Cats
By the way, the cats stayed with us the whole time. I love cats now. It’s just that they are sooo cute and hard to understand. [err. Where did that come from, teng? I don’t know why I said that]. Oh well, what Im saying is: they like to flirt, or cuddle (especially, George the asexual, hehe) but sometimes they just ignore you (*sob..sob..* if you’re wise enough, you might get my sub-message there, hehe). Dianne hates cats, by the way, because according to her, they are so lazy, “ they’re just there.”

Exactly! thats what I love about ‘cats’ I love them even if I can never be too sure that they or they’ll love me back. But at least, I know “they’re .. there”. I am happy that I get to spend time with them from time to time and I am scared now that it is all OVER, I might not have the chance “to be with them” again. .ever.

Shet, I love talking crap. I love talking unclear.

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Hmm, this pic sort of (take note: sort of.. so much else happened behind the scenes which we failed to document. hehe) sums up our weeklong puyatan. Aside from the draining brainstorming sessions squeezing us all dry of our creative juices (the BIG thing) of course, we had those essential LITTLE things on the side: iced tea – bianong’s ultimate favorite drink he kept on bugging tim and even tita Karen about it!; coffee for that different kind of rush – brendamage, is that you? hehe im such a mean girl; lots of singing and ‘dancing’ to spice girls and bsb (nika, tell him it’s backstreet boys, not streetboys, hehe:P) and of course, la comida – (heaven.. especialmente las fresas con crema. Very addicting ( right, martin? ) and awakening (huh? Well, let me clarify that. Those strawberries kept me awake for 25 hours, hehe. Basta, walang tulugan )

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teng, you are talking in fragments again. hahaha. like raindrops. yeah right. pushing.