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Baby Boy Lance. [Mar. 4th, 2012|04:02 am]
Hey.

Still wondering if you read this site.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_Y2jfK06pY

Here's to you. First Love Never Die. It never did.

Funny how the memories still play in my head so vividly as though it happened a week ago. No, it happened a year ago.

Just took a stroll down memory lane. I laughed and cried while reading those conversations.

You're right. If we continue to talk, I will just continue to like you. Please just leave me for good. Maybe even better, migrate the state, get a great girlfriend and make this love die.

The song Soko sang, it's lyrics go: 4 years and I still cry sometimes. This is just year 1. Let's see how many more years I can still read, remember and cry.
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Director rules all. [Dec. 22nd, 2011|01:42 am]
I feel like a powerless director. I feel like nobody actually listens to me. I had three days of shoot. I felt like everybody around me, working for me, especially my crew, they were so jelly. I felt like they had no bones and they just slouched around and I had to get things done.

People say that the crew lifts the Director up, they help the director, and they make things easier for the director. In my special case, I feel that I have been burdened and I could've done all these things that my crew have helped me with alone, and faster. I had to wait. I had to listen to their laughs. I had to stop them from talking. The irony thing? I had to stop the crew from doing these things. Even an actor commented on how distracted he felt because of the crew.

I always thought people would listen to me. I always thought my stress and anger could be felt. Not in this case. I gave hints, I gave warnings. I shouted, I cursed. Nothing seems to work. I felt like a man without a dick. Yes. I felt like a man without a dick. I felt so powerless. A director slogging for the crew. Isn't that a funny tale?

Location changed for me twice. I hated it. I hated change. I perfected my shots to the location. It was closed and I switched. I began to like the new place. I said,"As a director shelley, you should flexible." I liked it. I forced myself to. And alas, the next day. I couldn't shoot there again. Is God teasing me? Or is he trying to prove a point?

I know shoot's over. And editing is here. Editing, home. I'm alone. Nobody is here to bother me. I can do this by myself. I can edit it by myself. People would comments, and I'll be like,"Hello? You edit or I edit? Your film or mine? Your style or mine?" I'm pissed off. Especially in such an art scene. I can't take people giving me their opinions. I can take it, it's just that, I can't take it when people are forceful about it. I learnt a lot. When I suggested to qam about things, I added on. I said, it's just my suggestion, keep it in your suggestion box. I think it's better. I feel better.

All in all, i learnt so much. I think I improved. I think. I learnt my working style as well. I'm the kind that cannot take jokes especially when I need to get things done fast. When i say, things done fast. I mean, efficient. I don't mean, God I'm running. I mean, okay, i'll hurry. Efficient means devotion. It means, love in a way. Because you have to love something, to be efficient. You can't hate and be efficient. Do people hate me? I'm being retarded lol.

I know this is a long post. But yes. My working style. I work when I work and I play when I play. I can't work and play. It's like putting me in hot water and then cold. I can't take it. I'm the kind of person who eats my fries then my burger. Never two at the same time. I am devoted to one thing, and then I'll change to another and be devoted to that.

This assignment also helped me find out who I can work with. I realised, that I can work with people like me? People who work and feel the stress. I can't take it when there is no stress at a shoot. That is just nonsense. There's a race against time, there is a press for good shots, no. No joking at my shoot. If I'm director, if I'm a good director and if everyone listens to me, tension level has to be pretty high. It's not a bad kind of tension level, it's a good one, where people get stressed out to work fast and produce but not so much to the extent where they die. Yes. That's what I'm talking about.

I don't think I can be director. Nobody listens to me. Does it really have to take a scolding, a shout or a breakdown just to listen to me? Does it really take a heart to heart talk to follow me and to listen to me just to know what shot I'm going to take? Do I have to tell you personally? If you are part of a crew, people, I want you to know that although everyone is different and individual in their own way, you are following a leader. To follow a leader, you have to support the leader so listen. If you go for your shoot and you are part of the crew, listen to the director. It pisses the hell off the director if you ask whatever he/she just repeated. It's okay if you sneezed and you didn't hear, it's not okay if you don't hear everything. You work UNDER the director.

Director rules all.
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A happy LJ post [Sep. 28th, 2011|05:58 pm]
It seems like a real long time before I blogged a happy post:D

This must be all thanks to luanlegacy(some youtuber) and jt's + justin's msg and hanging out with Dawnie today. Well, today is a happy day. I borrowed a BOOK. Two books actually, one's about after effects. The other is the book that will start my reading habbit. TEEHEE. 

I can't wait to read my new book. I don't know. I might start reading, who knows>:] ENGLISH IMPROVE + DON'T WATCH GOSSIP GIRL ALL DAY. Can you believe it? I finished Gossip Girl season 1 in 3 days. OHMYGOD.

Right now, I feel like I can make every sad song a happy song. In the past, it used to be, I can make any happy song a sad one. It feels good to blog about a happy day:)

I just wanna soak in this happiness forever. Like a bathtub. The sun's really nice. I reckon I should bathe. Why do I like to bathe when the sun is up? I will blog about that another day:) See ya. Wake me up when september ends again.

HEHE, it's a happy song now;) Thanks Lord.
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Like we did when spring began. [Sep. 26th, 2011|03:41 am]
[Current Mood |pensiverainy]
[Current Music |Wake Me Up When September Ends]

It's 3.23 at night right now,
all that's left is thee and thou.
There's a storm outside my window,
It's time for my heart to fold.

I've got Wake Me Up When September Ends on repeat,
and I'm strumming and humming to the beat.
I'm feeling alright,
maybe I shouldn't leave that letter I ought to rewrite.

Thanks, thanks for leaving me here.
Thanks for being there when I needed you to hear.
Although you're faraway and gone.
I'm gonna let this be a bygone.

I sometimes think about you and all we could've been
I know, to you, that's probably a sin.
But I still do,
and I know you haven't got a clue.

She's perfect for you,
I'm not lying, it's true.
Her gorgeous soft hair,
Many boys did stare.

Go ahead,
Please chase her.
At least I'm sure you're in safe soft hands.
I'm tired of rhyming,
They don't even sound nice.

She's perfect. She really is.
She has the nicest smile,
She has the perfect personality.
She's the type of girl every boy wants.
Any boy with a sane mind that is.

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

Bye, boy.
You are in safe hands.
(I hope you like her, she's a real gem. Plus you guys will look terribly cute together:>)
I just don't like it when you don't make an effort to stay friends. Not even the slightest. Thanks.
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Senoritajustin Rescue. [Sep. 17th, 2011|05:20 am]
I felt terrible a few hours ago. I asked myself, why allow myself to wade through these depressing thoughts. I thought, maybe I should call someone I feel okay talking to. I sent about 6 msgs to different people. Delfina called me first. She was awaken by my message, I presume. She asked if I was okay. I said yes, but seeing that she was tired, I just let her sleep. She reassured me, "Shelley, msg me if anything happens okay."

The moment I put down the phone, I broke down. Thanks Delfina, I love you so much. Then, I saw jt's tweet, so I checked my phone. She replied me asking me if I'm okay. I said not really, and asked her if she wanted to chat. We ended up facetiming for an hour. It seems like she have talked away my sorrows and troubles. I feel quite light-hearted now. I don't have that heavy burning feeling in my chest anymore.

Sorry Jing Ting, I haven't been the most permanent friend in your life. But trust me, you have been like a sister to me. You have been teaching me and guiding me. I have had some of the most fun times I have ever had in my life with you. Maybe that's why you are my twin sister. You took away my sadness tonight, so thank you. I love you. We are on our way to becoming much closer. Trust me:)
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My lovely poem. [Sep. 8th, 2011|01:24 am]
As much as I want to forget you,
you affect me in all that I do.
From the brushing of my teeth,
to the flaws I would like to sieve.

I wake up to the thought of your face,
maybe even the lips of ciggs that taste.
I don't feel like feeling good
I don't even feel like I have a mood.

I hardly ever moisturize,
everything in me I start to despise
im not even trying to take care of myself,
that includes my health.

When will my despair ever fly away?
Cause right now my world seems a little too grey.
The night's too young,
these unsaid words will forever be at the tip of my bruised tongue.

All thanks to you,
I'm grown attached to this bugaboo.
Maybe one day I'll forget,
how much you made me upset.

All that's left is to hope,
or maybe eat some soap.
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WEIRDEST DREAM. [Aug. 28th, 2011|08:33 am]
Omgosh, this is the first time I had a sexual related dream and I was happy. HAHAHA, I kind of dreamt that I had to had sex with someone. I think he was going to be my husband. But it wasn't the term of husband cause my dream was set it like a futuristic kind of world? A weird, futuristic kind of world. Not those kind of metals and stuff, just not this time of the world.

So, we were supposed to have sex. So we went into a room, started nicely, then I think someone else was in the room, and another girl came in, so we three were suppose to have sex. What the hell, am I really bicurious omg no. We haven't started on sex yet so I said, why not we have sex another day cause someone else was in the room. They said okay, so the next day, I msged the guy to meet me to have sex at the other two rooms where I took photos. But in the end I sent it to some official number and it wasn't even him, I got back like some reply correcting me so I didn't know how to contact him an I was sad. Then this old man came up, he had blue eyes and white hair and I'm like ,"What? I was supposed to have sex with this guy." I seriously don't remember him being so old.

Then we got to this road, and this girl with a car was controlling it with a remote control? Lots of stuff happened but I'm lazy to type it out.

The front had lots of stuff I don't remember but I can remember a photo with my ah ma kissing this ah ma on the forehead at the beach. I'm like WHAT? She was wearing a bikini.

WEIRD DREAM, but yes, I could remember my dream I'm happy. The sex part was really my fantasy.
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My Dream Life [Aug. 24th, 2011|11:20 pm]
I am not happy with my life, I don't think I'll ever be. The things that keep me alive are my dreams, my fantasies I escape to before I sleep, during dinner, when I'm on the train.
I'll live in a cold country where I wear shorts, leggings and hoodies all the time. I'll have my own room on the third floor, which is the attic and I'll decorate it all I want. It will be a neat kind of messy and I'll have my violin score sheets, photos, postcards and all sorts of stuff pasted all around the place. I'll have my guitar at the corner, my violin on the piano and a big furry rug in the middle of the room. At the window of my room, I'll have a wooden easel where I paint. My floor will be wooden. A nice dark brown colour.

I would learn how to skate and I'll skate to school everyday in my hoodie and helmet. I'll just be a pretty ang moh kid with braided hair who just hangs around. I would learn all about film and I'll have lots of interesting ideas and make awesome films. I would skate back home and make videos and upload them to youtube.

Izabella would be my best friend and we would hang out in my attic room. We would have sleepovers and play music overnight to soothe ourselves. We will watch movies and do all sorts of fun things.

When I graduate, I'll go to a film university and meet this handsome, cute boy. He'll like me and I'll like him. We would then be real best friends and then fall in love. I would confess to him on the night we gone out for a night picnic and we'll kiss under the stars on the mat.

After that, we'll go back to his car holding hands and he'll drop me off at home, he'll then kiss me on the forehead and I'll head back to my attic happy. 

Our relationship would be very healthy. We will skate to church on Sundays and then hang out after that. Sometimes we'll hang out at his place, sometimes mine. We'll have a healthy amount of sex. Not too much, not to little. Maybe thrice a week.

After graduation, we'll have a great job. I haven't gone to this part of my fantasy. I'm not sure if I would like to work or be a housewife. He will propose to me and we'll settle down in a nice cosy apartment. We'll keep all our old things in the basement. We'll have a lovely couch to lie in, a lovely kitchen and a big backyard. We'll have three bunnies and we'll let them loose in the garden. 

Our toilet would have two sinks, a shower and a bathtub. We'll have a towel cupboard where we have all sorts of coloured towels. Our toilet would be brightly lit with orange and we'll have white rugs on the floor. We'll have glass cups for gargling and we'll put our toothbrushes in the same cup.

Our bedroom would have dark red curtains. This is so that the mood is set in the morning. The sunlight would seep through the curtains, lighting the room a dark red. Every morning I would wake up seeing his face and it'll be lovely sight. We'll have tea in bed and all that.

Our living room would have a huge telly and we'll watch movies on saturdays. We'll have popcorn and we'll be in our PJs. Sometimes when romantic movies get too boring for him, he'll fall asleep on me.

We'll have a child or two after a few months of our happy marriage. One will be called Alex and the other, I haven't thought of yet. We will lie to them about Santa and the tooth fairy. We will bring them out for fishing, baseball, movies and lots more. Izabella's family will be close to mine and we'll hang out all the time. 

Alex will be a great, smart boy who is very intelligent. He'll be talented in sports and has the best dressing sense ever. He'll dress goofy and look great in it, like how models do. He'll get his clothes mostly from topshop and have a crush on this girl in his high school for 5 years. One fine day, he'll confess and they'll get together. They will then marry each other and move in to an apartment near ours.

My other son will learn to steal and a young age, and we'll tell him nicely that it's not right. We will teach him and at the age of 17, he will ask for a lip piercing and we will allow it. At the age of 18, he will bring back his girlfriend and we'll have dinner together. Sometimes, we will go for picnics and Alex will bring his girlfriend. He will like music a lot. He'll love the violin, the guitar, the drums and will be totally rebellious as he gets exposed to the music scene. We will persuade him to finish his studies but he'll beg us to allow him to try to break through as a singer/guitarist. He'll have a band called "The Fire Hose" and he'll play and sing at a local bar. His band will get more popular and maybe follow a really well-known singer during his/her concert to open for the concert.

My husband will start to distant from me because it's part of the marriage, he'll begin to like younger girls and I'll start to feel ugly. I will get real sad and find girl's perfume on him. I'll suspect and try to win him back by trying to dress sexily or cook his favourite meals. It will fail one day, and he'll find me crying on the bed one day. I'll tell him everything I suspect and we'll settle everything with sex, because sex is the most passionate thing a couple can do. He'll feel guilty and we'll be closer than ever, helping each other with things and encouraging one another.

My life would just go like that, all the way, till I die. Sad things will happen along the way, like my rabbits dying because they can only live for 20 years, but it's okay. I'll see them in heaven.

This is my Dream Life. It's time to take a shower now, time to feel ugly and unwanted. None of this will happen so perfectly the way I want it to. No, I'm not gonna stop dreaming though. The whole time I was typing this, I felt happy. I feel happy dreaming, to fight for this type of life would just hurt me. Not only will the cute guy in university not like me. I won't even learn to skate or have a room on my own. These things are the small things that make me happy. Even thinking about the small details of my Dream Life makes me happy. I never want this to end, it will never end, so..

Don't tell me to stop dreaming and make this a reality. This is a movie storyline everyone wants, it's just the difference of variation.


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(no subject) [Jul. 16th, 2011|10:09 pm]
Hey livejournal.

Im sick, fever. Real hot I'm perspiring. That's good. All I got to do is to drink lots of green tea(daddy says its "liang" and pee a lot to flush out the virus.

I'm afraid I can't finish my storyboard tmr. And the editing of the music video is so frustrating, I took like more than an hour to render all the stuff. It's real stupid, like every small little change, I have got to render. Urgh, so annoying. I do hope they win though:D

All I want to be now is friends, won't you trust me?
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Ignorance is Bliss [Jul. 14th, 2011|12:31 am]
 Hey livejournal.

I want to redo life. There's this huge regret in my life. Probably the biggest, probably the hugest regret in my entire life. I tell myself, hey, you were young, you didn't know, but still, there's this constant sore that hurts. It's like this sour ache. Why did it have to be me? Why didn't I grow up normally, like the rest? Why am I facing this huge problem that's making me so miserable.

I dream. I dream a lot about me being normal. I dream a lot about me being ignorant about this whole load of shit. I sometimes think, maybe if I had the choice to not feel anything, I would choose to not, because then I wouldn't do anything stupid. 

I wanna get rid of this sick shit that's in me now. I wanna professionally get it out of my body. I hate my body, dyou know that? Not of how it looks, it's health. I really hate this sick, foul, disgusting thing. I want it out of my body. I really do. I've googled. How would I know if it'll go away when I do things that they say would help?

If I would stop doing that thing for a really long time, will it go away? Will it heal?

I'll pray, I'll pray for the Lord to clean me. He's the only one who can wash me clean. I know of it. He's healed the blind, although sin separates us so far apart, I know that if I ask for forgiveness, he will forgive. If I ask with cleanliness, he will clean. If I ask to be healed, he will heal. That's the one and only plan I've got. 

Just believe and not doubt. Ignorance is bliss.
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