this saturday was soooo tiring. i got up and guess what i got in the mail? a freakin note telling me to come
to the blizzard building at 10:00 in the morning. Well, there goes my evening. i went there and my supervisor
tells me that i gotta build up graphic images(considering how much time it takes to make one) and well...
i freaked out. lol
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(above is what i watched on saturday)
*note: do NOT try to translate into words! there is NO message in it*
What do you think of my costume
design, that whonew that I
had him commissioned??
See link:
[link]
I'd appreciate any comments on
it and the story behind it.
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So give me a reason!! to prove me wrong! to wash this memory clean! Let the floods cross. the distance in your eyes! Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between. let it be enough to reach the truth that lies!!
Across this New Divide
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Dear Santa, for Christmas I would like a cantankerous old rustbucket that rants and swears inchoherently while shooting missiles backwards and farting bright orange parachutes
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I obsess over Ulrich Stern in ways you can't even imagen.
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