tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31506963178537090772011-06-07T23:27:36.375-07:00Shot Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01442284841574032309noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150696317853709077.post-79236760826988938432007-04-18T22:34:00.000-07:002007-04-20T09:58:08.399-07:00Ne-am trezit la o ora ilegal de matinala ca sa punem la punct ultimele detalii. Booon... dar si ieri am pus la punct "ultimele detalii". Se pare au cam fost multe "ultime detalii".<br /><br /><br />Dar... de ce sa ne plangem? Si distractia a fost pe masura. Am fost spray-ati cu Pepsi, am tras cred ca zeci de duble pt spotul radio, am facut mult prea multe poze, am dormit mult prea putin, ne-am "inchinat" Sfintei Cafele si apoi... am facut poza de grup (asta de mai jos, adicatelea).<br /><br /><br />Nu-i asta ca suntem tari? :D:D:D<br /><div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055555027411806546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i-K-ujm5liE/Rijwgw9SKVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FPSs0iMKROk/s400/blog.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#009900;">by Clemy</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150696317853709077-7923676082698893843?l=5hot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shot Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01442284841574032309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150696317853709077.post-64529101126777519052007-04-18T21:51:00.000-07:002007-04-18T22:32:27.858-07:00Drumul pina la mine, destul de dificil, a fost doar o mica incalzire :) Ceea ce a urmat e memorabil. Ore intregi de munca efectiva. 5 oameni care faceau brainstorming, inregistrau si masterizau reclame radio, realizau afise si prezentari in timp ce comsumau cat mai mult cola sa ne tina cu ochii deschisi cat mai mult. Tropaiturile care au deranjat vecinii, strigatele de catanie si rasetele care au avut loc in timpul conceperii reclamei radio au facut memorabila seara, insa asta nu e nimic... Cu geamurile laaarg deschise, caci deja mirosea a creier ars am zis ca trebuie sa facem ceva frumos cu afisul. Pornit de la o idee simpla: "3 perechi de bocanci puse pe un fundal verde", s-a transformat, in cateva ore, in ceea ce puteti admira (asa cum facem si noi de fiecare data)<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#3333ff;">by fuzzy</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150696317853709077-6452910112677751905?l=5hot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shot Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01442284841574032309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150696317853709077.post-5963838818550743802007-04-18T06:53:00.000-07:002007-04-18T22:32:57.042-07:00Astazi ar fi trebuit sa fie una din zilele alea in care ar fi trebuit sa ma relaxez, sa ma uit la TV, sa mai stau p mess etc. Dar... a fost cu totul altceva!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054830638379512722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i-K-ujm5liE/RiZdrxhfM5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/57u3sfg5CVw/s320/PICT0038.JPG" border="0" /> M-am intors de la fuzzy, cu gand sa ma odihnesc si eu (am avut o noapte ... agitata, ca sa spun asa) cand vad un mesaj p mail ca in urmatoarea zi avem prezentare la ora 12.00. "Frateeee! Nu e posibil!!!" mi-am spus in gand. Asa k am facut bagajele pt lucru... Mi-am impachetat calculatorul si am plecat impreuna cu fuzzy spre camera sa de camin, el cu unitatea si chitara mea in spate, iar eu cu monitorul in brate. Nu-mi imaginam niciodata ca voi merge jumatate de Bucuresti cu monitorul in brate... Am facut-o si p asta....<br /><br /><br />Ce usurare a fost p noi cand am ajuns la destinatie.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">by Watzy</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150696317853709077-596383881855074380?l=5hot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shot Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01442284841574032309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150696317853709077.post-56552604760623292502007-04-18T06:43:00.000-07:002007-04-18T06:49:10.299-07:00Numaratoarea inversa a inceput. Ne-am adunat toti 5 ca sa punem la punct ultimele detalii...<br />Fiecare face ceva, in coltisorul lui si cand vine vorba de decizii comune fiecare isi sustine piticii de pe creier (adica, ideile). Dupa multe furtuni de creier reusim sa incropim cateva ultime idei. Care anume? Nu avem voie sa va spunem... hihihi.<br /><br />Red Bull, cafea, Cola... ne-am blindat cu de toate ca sa fim "strong". Orice, numai cofeina sa aiba!!<br /><br />Gata! Termin cu blog-ul asta ca am si eu treaba de facut...<br />Urati-ne bafta! Sau, mai bine nu, ca nu avem nevoie! :D<br /><br />by Clemy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150696317853709077-5655260476062329250?l=5hot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shot Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01442284841574032309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150696317853709077.post-51900038636916108462007-04-18T06:30:00.000-07:002007-04-18T06:40:02.663-07:00Salutare, natiune!<br />Echipa Shot intra in actiune, dar inainte de asta, cine e echipa Shot?<br />Pai, "capii" rautatilor - Daniel Diaconu a.k.a. fuzzy si Robert Roland Watzlawek a.k.a. Watzy - ne-au strans pe toti si ne-au pus la munca. Ei sunt creative planner-ul si copywritter-ul echipei.<br />Art Directorul nostru - Alice Varasteanu sau "Shtrumf" - este, asa cum ii spune si functia, artista echipei.<br />Media planning-ul a fost facut de Carmen Andronache.<br />Iar ultima, dar nu cea din urma, Eu - Clementina-Maria Plaiesu, sau mai pe scurt, Clemy - detin functia de strategic planner.<br />Patru dintre noi suntem studenti la Facultatea de Jurnalism si Stiintele Comunicarii, iar Alice la Facultatea de Arhitectura.<br /><br />by Clemy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150696317853709077-5190003863691610846?l=5hot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shot Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01442284841574032309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150696317853709077.post-35858692547495676812007-04-11T07:55:00.000-07:002007-04-11T08:00:44.863-07:00<p>Ash vrea sa fiu in locul altcuiva, ash vrea sa intorc timpul inapoi shi totodata sa-l opresc shi nu ash face poate nimic la fel; mi-ar trebui o zi sa invatz sa urasc, ash vrea sa nu vreau ce vor altzii, ash vrea sa nu seman cu nimeni, cateodata ash vrea sa fug de tot dar nu ash pleca niciodata :D . Nu ash mai plange decat din cauza ta , ash planta o padure, ash trai inca noua zile daca ash shti ca maine o sa mor, nu tzi-ar trebui mult sa ma intorci din drum, ash scrie versuri ca aceastea daca ash avea acest talent:<br /><br />"Earth Song"</p><p>What about sunrise</p><p>What about rain</p><p>What about all the things</p><p>That you said we were to gain...</p><p>What about killing fieldsIs there a time</p><p>What about all the things</p><p>That you said was yours and mine...</p><p>Did you ever stop to notice</p><p>All the blood we've shed before</p><p>Did you ever stop to notice</p><p>The crying Earth the weeping shores?</p><p>Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah</p><p>Oooooooooh Oooooooooh</p><p>What have we done to the world</p><p>Look what we've done</p><p>What about all the peace</p><p>That you pledge your only son...</p><p>What about flowering fields</p><p>Is there a timeWhat about all the dreams</p><p>That you said was yours and mine...</p><p>Did you ever stop to notice</p><p>All the children dead from war</p><p>Did you ever stop to notice</p><p>The crying Earth the weeping shores</p><p>Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah</p><p>Oooooooooh Oooooooooh</p><p>I used to dream</p><p>I used to glance beyond the stars</p><p>Now I don't know where we are</p><p>Although I know we've drifted far</p><p>Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah</p><p>Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah</p><p>Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah</p><p>Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah</p><p>Hey, what about yesterday</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about the seas</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>The heavens are falling down</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>I can't even breathe</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about apathy</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>I need you</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about nature's worth</p><p>(ooo, ooo)</p><p>It's our planet's womb</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about animals</p><p>(What about it)</p><p>We've turned kingdoms to dust</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about elephants</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>Have we lost their trust</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about crying whales</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>We're ravaging the seas</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about forest trails</p><p>(ooo, ooo)</p><p>Burnt despite our pleas</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about the holy land</p><p>(What about it)</p><p>Torn apart by creed</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about the common man</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>Can't we set him free</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about children dying</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>Can't you hear them cry</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>Where did we go wrong</p><p>(ooo, ooo)</p><p>Someone tell me why</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about babies</p><p>(What about it)</p><p>What about the days</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about all their joy</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about the man</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about the crying man</p><p>(What about us)</p><p>What about Abraham</p><p>(What was us)</p><p>What about death again</p><p>(ooo, ooo)</p><p>Do we give a damn?<br /><br /> Ash mai scrie daca ash shti ca o sa citeshti.. </p>(by Alice)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150696317853709077-3585869254749567681?l=5hot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shot Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01442284841574032309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150696317853709077.post-12037926542755270692007-04-11T07:49:00.001-07:002007-04-11T07:50:55.917-07:00Ajungand acasa, in Calarashi, bineintzeles prima necesitate este de a devora mancaruri preparate de mama mea, dar intr-un weekend s-a intamplat sa se gaseasca o alta rezolvare la aceasta problema; adica intreband-o pe Ica “ce mananc shi eu”, ea mi-a raspuns “vezi ce e in frigider” asha ca asta am facut, Deschid usha la frigider shi cad rostogolidu-se doua cutii de bomboane . Ma uit prin frigider, shi datoritavarietatzii de sortimente ma duc sa cer opinii: “Sa mananc bomboane de ciocolata , Milka cu alune, Laura cu coniac, Poiana de asemenea cu alune, bomboana de brad ramasa de la craciun sau sa-mi prajesc oua?”…Pana la urma Ica a facut mancare normala shi ne-a hranit pe mine shi fratele meu, cum are grija de obicei.. Oricum, alte datzi am avut grija sa intreb daca mai este shi altceva in afara de ciocolata in frigider ca sa nu-l mai deschid degeaba… :Db (by Alice)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3150696317853709077-1203792654275527069?l=5hot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shot Teamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01442284841574032309noreply@blogger.com0