paper thin lies

What happens at a 100k beach party.

Deflating the bossaball court.

The dear girl who woke up an hour earlier for my sake. For that, EXTRA PHOTO EXPOSURE. WOooOO.

Looking all fine and dandy before the sun viciously attacked us, or actually, just me.

Working with props- camwhorer's advance level.

Rest of the entourage.

We were the FILM CREW. But Cel did most of the work, I only carried the camera around when I felt like looking cool.

Another hardworking example.

WestGrandBoulevard.

When the sun got too hot,we resorted to;

pool

ice-cream

and being dunked into the pool

all 3 methods work, the last one being the most effective and least flattering.

when we misplaced our tapes and camera battery.

loooonnng story. basically we trawled through garbage bags and came in contact with yellow sticky fluids and weird smells before finally finding our bag.

After an hour of scouting for our stuff and making a very embarrassing announcement of 'film crew has lost bag containing tapes and camera battery. also in the bag holds a very sentimental item of a little giraffe that belongs to Kevin.' (the one I'm holding below)

elation.happiness.jubilee. what have you.

going in for the grouphug. the team that goes through garbage together hug together.

Last look.




they were very happy about this neoprint lookalike shot cause it like, saved them 9bucks.....-.-

because we 2 had shopped the day before, so we camwhored today instead.




830am to 7pm.

I came out of this whole event looking as red as my NoUnderwearMale tanktop and basically stuck my burning hawt skin to any avaliable cool surface found at Vivo. Railings, bartops, tabletops, bottles, forks, you name it I stuck to it.

Me in much sunburnt pain.

No more beach parties for me for a long while. Red does not look good on me.