The climax to my day was not manchester united winning in the nick of time... it was watching you sleeping after i recite the name of the Almighty to you. To see you sleeping and still breathing gave me a sense of assurance. It assured me that you are still around and not feeling the pain you going through, temporarily. Listening to your gasp of breaths and to see you fighting your way like a warrior on your bed reminds me on how much i appreciate and love you. All i wish just now is for me to be slightly taller as the barricades on the side of your bed prevented me from kissing your face and all i could do was hold on to your shoulders and kiss your hands.

Dear Allah, please bless my grandfather with your love. Amin.

i know i have some talented and helpful lj friends here...i need your help.

i am in need of a singapore based comic book artist to assist in a television commercial shoot.
Do any of u could recommend me portfolio websites/ references or contact details of comic artists of any kind to me either at this entry's comment or via 3bagsfull@ gmail. com or dillah @gravityfilms .com.sg

thank u so so much

p/s- i already have acas website... is there any other i should know about?

It is kind of disturbing, that if somebody new came to my blog for the first time and read the first post(now currently the second post) and assume that I am a fan of chris brown/rihanna or chelsea fc.

Oh girl with insecurities, why should you care. I have been updating ONTD_football more than my own journal, im too much of a soccer geek who would not update her divorce via facebook status. (ref:Chopra)

Cheers! have a good monday :)

my late paternal grandmother's name is MON. Yup, three simple letters in a special order for a special lady. Since Mondays are usually dreaded days. I could always think it as my grandmother's day. MON-DAY. I dont make sense but I like to see light in the gloom. Though I certainly do not see unicorns in your ass. (Pardon my language).

Take 2: Cheers! have a good monday :)

It have certainly been a day filled with shocking news (entertainment wise).



Chris Brown is currently under investigation and under the custody of LAPD for beating a female whom is possibly Rihanna, resulting in missing their Grammy performances this morning and making the red carpet event slightly uneventful.



Now news from Chelseafc.com is that Scolari has just been dismissed by the team. I do not get what Avramovich is trying to do in the middle of the title race, but he certainly was never educated that 'Rome, was not build in a day'. As much as I do not understand when Scolari puts Deco and Drogba together, when I an amateur viewer thinks Deco and Anelka worked better together (not due to sexiness overload); I believe Scolari should at least be given more time to prove his worth. Not that I am saying Chelsea is due to not win this season, but it now seem like a head on battle between Manchester United and Liverpool, in which I would be delighted to see the Red Devils win, alright. Jose Mourinho laughed under his breath when Avram Grant leaves, I bet he needs to show his signature 'chin up' hand gesture to Felipe Scolari, now. Mr Scolari, if you are reading this... Why not you go back in coaching the Portugal team and let Carlos Queroz come back to Old Trafford? No?

I leave you with my new subscription on youtube - The Special 1 TV. It is of my regret to inform you that you will only understand it if you take notice of the English Premiere League.


Episode 2 is hilarious too! Arseshaving Arshavin! Watch it at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OX3NuNAEQQ

OT: Dont forget to vote for L5 and L8 commercials. Read the previous post :)

Let me interrupt your regularly scheduled internet surfing with an important message from me.

If you are living in Singapore and most likely have a mobile phone which have this function known as 'Text messaging' or 'SMS', I need your attention.

If you were not appalled by the UK Fish Market commercial recently air-ing on our local television channels and actually watch commercials in between prime time shows, you might have noticed the Viewers Choice competition that is presently going on. http://www.mediacorp.com.sg/viewerschoice2008/

The Viewer's Choice Competition is a competition in which viewers with great taste like you (yes I'm trying to win your vote(s) here... hehe) get to vote for your favourite local and international commercials. I know you might think why am I trying to make you loose your 20 cents in this time of financial instability. Think of it this way, by parting with this 20 cents, you could actually stand a chance to win $10,000! What is 20 cents in contrast to stand a chance to win 10Gs? You cannot even bet with Singapore Pools for 20 Cents, right? If 20 cents is actually valuable to you, and it could affect in not getting to upsize a meal at some fast food chain, do something worthwhile by not replying random text messages with 'LOL' and 'K' to your friends, as they do not even care for those replies and probably don't reply back to you either.

Since you are not only one with great taste and the generosity to part with 20 cents or 40 cents, (since I get your attention now) please do not hesitate to vote for these 2 commercials that I worked my butt off for in 2008.

L5 - 'Family' Ministry of Community Development, Youth & Sports


To vote for this commercial
Send your vote to 73388 in the following format:

(Please leave a space in between each field)
Example: VC L5 S7654321A Awesome Person

L8 - 'The Steel Within' Mindef: ARMY


To vote for this commercial
Send your vote to 73388 in the following format:

(Please leave a space in between each field)
Example: VC L8 S7654321A Great Taste

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I will not try to say how other commercials do not deserve your 20 or 40 cents by speaking ill of them, as I am not one who believe in dirty politics. But I do these commercials deserve your vote(s) because not only does it speak of love or brainwashing one into protecting the country, but also it will prove to me how you have impeccable taste in commercials and that you care about this LJ friend of yours who have not much awesome-ness happening in her life that she would love it if she could add 'award winning commercial' in her resume. So in between, praying and donating for the people in Gaza, or the Kenny Sia Botak fund. Do consider in voting as I will love you and pray for your happiness. *Insert puppy dog icon here*

Closing date: 13 March 2009

Its a daily routine for me to ask Farhan how his day at school was and wether he have homework that he needs help with. He usually tells me stories on his classmates, what he eats for recess or how he was so sure he got all 8 words during spelling right. Today, as he was leaving to go back home which was 2 footsteps away he told me a situation he had during English Class...



He said that his teacher laughed and so did his classmates. I laughed too and thank god for letting this boy in my life. Hahaha. I suppose Nose or Neck would be more age appropriate, but hell; Naked is certainly better than the other offensive 'N' word.

I certainly have to watch what I say around him. He is already asking me what Sex is and why am I always saying 'He is so Gay' on random people on the television.

http://www.goldinuniverse.com/

I usually believe that horoscope websites, are nothing but well crafted copywriting.
Though, try that url up there. In my opinion, my results were tremendously spot-on.

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Name: Dillah
Date: 1/28/2009
Colorgenics Number: 37152406

You feel as if you have missed out on a great deal that life had to offer and you go about trying to make up for past failures. Naturally at times you get depressed and you try to compensate for your 'missed opportunities' by living your life to the full. This is what, perhaps, may be described as 'living with exaggerated intensity'. In this way you feel you can break the chains of the past and start again - and it could be that you are right.

You are a very warm and emotional individual but unfortunately in the past too many people have taken advantage of this sensitive trait. You need aesthetic surroundings, or an equally sensitive and understanding partner with whom to share a warm understanding.

Enough is enough - but the problems never seem to stop. They never stop. You feel, and maybe you are right, that the problems seem to go on and on and you have indeed had more than your fair share of trials and tribulations. But to give you credit - you bounce back time and time again - you stick to your beliefs because deep down you have that inner knowledge, that 'belief' system that in the end, everything will turn out OK - and you are right -it will!

You are holding back. You need to find friends in whom you can trust and once they have proved themselves beyond all possible doubt you will be prepared to give them your all. The existing situation is not of your liking - you have an unsatisfied need for mental stimulation with others whose standards are as high as your own. Trying to control your instincts the way you do restricts your ability to open up to others and the way you feel at this time is suggestive of 'total surrender'. This is not to your liking as you consider such thoughts as weaknesses that need to be overcome. You feel that only by control, controlling your innermost thoughts, are you able to maintain your air of superiority. You want to be admired for yourself alone and not for what you can do or for what you may have done. In essence 'you need to be needed' and at the same time 'you need to need'.

You really like doing what you do and, more than that, you like yourself. Your attitude to work and to life is that 'If its not fun - then don't do it'. You want to be liked and respected, not for who you are but for what you are - and it seems to be working.

I had my prescribed sleeping pill at about 8pm. Tried to sleep just before 9pm. Here I am awake before 11pm. Not getting any sleep again.

I have been undergoing insomnia for the past couple of days. Not getting proper sleep for a couple of days, is a bit ridiculous for me. I could not even sleep through out yesterday. I tried all kind of suggestions, and finally resulted to the pills. But it seems that the pills are more like napping pills. As I am so wide awake, not because I want too, but my body just had too. How badly serious do I want to sleep? I am so serious about wanting to sleep that I would rather have this sleep and miss the Man U match.

i am blessed with awesome friends.
i do.
i do not understand how they tolerate my everyday lameness.

When I first read this article at ->http://news.sg.msn.com/oddities/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1980175 , my 7+ year old cousin Adib pops into my mind as he once brought up the thought of eloping to his mom.



These 2 German kids of ages 6 and 7 were noticed by a guard while they were waiting for a train to get to the airport in which they wish to travel to Africa to tie their knot with the girl's 5 year old sister to be the wedding witness.

I could not decide if this is sweet or funny. Imagine if they actually get to Africa and hops to a church and proceeds with their 'ich liebe dich'. Its quite levelheaded of their parents to say that they could still put their plan into action at a later date, though their parents better keep an extra eye on these two as they might next try to skip the wedding project to the 'baby making project'.

I hope there will be a follow up on these two as they grow older, would be sweet if they actually gets married. The boy looks like a heartthrob aye? Like that blonde american idol kid who sings the backstreet boys song. Who knows who I am talking about?

Jannah, if you are reading please watch this youtube video in dedication to your korean singer obsession.

I have decided to do a cardiopulmonary resuscitation to this journal and start welcoming traffic like Zara on a Christmas Sale. What better time than this holiday season to talk about the recent most merriest event : the Bush shoe throwing incident.

Unless you were busy trying to finish the Stephanie Meyer series and missed the news and countless uploaded Youtube videos of the incident, let me update that the mighty brave shoe thrower got himself job offers and have inspired some 55 million of us Net surfers to practice our shoe flinging skills on http://www.sockandawe.com/ , in which the irony that most flingers are from the USA.

Being very much an inspired person and a viewer of the Style Network... I believed that if there was going to be any shoe flinging to be done in the future... I have a list of shoes in mind that could be considered. I do not necessarily condone or am promoting violence here, but put the boring brown pair of loafers or suede-like dress shoes aside and take a look at some other pairs of footwear that could do more damage than just walking.



Looking very much like a weapon of mass destruction by itself...Junya Watanabe's spiked boots from the Fall 2006 Collection.


How apt than to be charged by a flinging fierce looking Gladiator Heels by Amiclubwear.com.


If you are about being conventional and implicit this Nicolas Ghesquiere for Balenciaga heels might amplify your oxymoron stand. To hurt someone with what looks like a project of lego-esque colours knee and arm pads would certainly leave an impact like Joseph's Technicolor coat.


For the more sadistic shoe flingers, I present you the Alexander McQueen Clog Tie Sandals. Not only would it give a serious concussion to the evil politician aim ... but if you were the offspring of some skilled cowboy you might get the strap to twirl around the neck of the evil politician aimed victim.


As I would not expect most of the male population to get away with wearing any of the shoes above. I suppose a pair of Bape Sneakers would do the work, as an imprint of the grooved sole to the face would certainly send some real Stars and Stripes message.


A Disclaimer because I live in Singapore: This is not a paid post neither it is a message peppered with terrorism... Literally its similar to how you choose to pronounce the word POTATO. Your choices are to view it as a fashion post or one with sinister thoughts of ruling the world one day.
Images via Google Images Search.

I am currently on a break from working life as I have been deemed unhealthy and will be a guinea pig in a few hours time therefore, it might be anxiety that makes me to finally log on to LJ.
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Dressed in my beige peter-pan collared blouse and dark brown straight cut knee length skirt, I was first educated about classification in primary school. The lady was Miss Ong; an unmarried unhappy woman who was possibly going through menopause at that time. I have always suspected that the red palettes in her body are actually blue with a red lightning bolt centralize. She possibly would never have brought chewing gum secretly in her pockets as she passes the immigration.

Miss Ong started out the 'Classification' topic by separating what I have always known as 'animals' into different groups and listing on characteristics that made them good or bad. As if the meaning of my name : 'the light of equality' already had an impact on me, I questioned on how Miss Ong seem to take favour on mammals than of the other groups of supposedly 'animals'. While the class shake their heads slightly in unison when asked if there was anything that they did not understand, my tanned and meaty right hand sprung up, with my red casio reflecting some light on to the chalkboard.

In a quick second, Miss Ong's face projected an expression that makes me wonder if it was a good idea to inquire. I asked her why she listed down more good things about mammals than lets say the reptiles, and she replied that mammals are better because humans are mammals. I proceed to ask if that was a fair answer as I am sure the reptiles have qualities that was even better than us mammals that she might not have listed. She 'shushed' me out and ask me to take my seat. I did not know if I was unhappy with that answer but I knew I continued not understanding her 'adult-style' logic.

Since the talented Miss Ong was our teacher for Mathematics too; she proceed on teaching us 'Percentage' during maths class while using 'Classification' as an example.

She drew a pie chart of the number of kids in class, being ratio out of our race. Since we only had Chinese and Malay pupils in the class, the pie chart was divided by what seems to be two contrasting slice of 'mahjong paper' pie that was cut for a biological and a foster child.

The Malays were made up of a mere 6 percent of the class, and the size of 'our' pie was reminded that we were less worthy as a minority group. Some of the classmates of the 'larger' pie were laughing at us for being small and insignificant in comparison to them.

A silly pathetic boy with a haircut that outlined a bowl made a 'muscle man' gesture and showed a thumbs down hand sign as he sticked out his tongue. I looked over at Miss Ong to get some authoritative help, but was blatantly ignored. I waved my right hand again, and stood up without permission to get her attention. She was certainly not pleased and asked me in a twang of Singlish, "WHAT NOW, ADILLAH?" I asked her why that bowled haircut boy was allowed to behave the way he did and she replied with a sigh that the bigger number it is, the more value that group is. Therefore it was supposedly acceptable if that bad haircut boy felt superior and I should not care as it was reality that the lesser your value the less significant your group was.

I furiously sat down and turned to my table partner who was in the same small number group as me. I slightly shouted; intentionally questioning the wide-eyed girl whether it was my fault that I was born in a small group and does that mean that I would not be significant all my life? Miss Ong heard my conversation but she continued on not caring and proceed in dividing the class by gender. Of course, if I had read 'Sing to the dawn' before that class, I would have interupt with another question.

Through out, Miss Ong was never kind to me. I did not know if it was her way of 'reverse psychology', but she certainly made that academic year unhappy by influencing my art teacher who felt that I was 'disturbed' with morbid un-Barney like art.

Honestly, if i were to walk pass Miss Ong one of these fine glorious day, I would certainly stop her and explain to her how her actions back then had impact on my psychological acceptance of myself making me rock back and forth with a certain kind of identity crisis during those sad period of puberty.

But as one who looks at the glass as 'half full' presently, Miss Ong turned a possible Siti Nurhaliza listener to a fan of Dr Lily Zubaidah Rahim. It was almost a mission not to behave like a bad stereotype of the supposedly small group of people I fall under.

Although I do not turn out to be a valedictorian at NUS with political science honors, I chose a route that I am passionate in, and I think I am not doing that bad for now, and I will try hard to be better than not bad soon. I get proud and happy every once in a while I come by other minorities who achieve their personal dreams and prove their worth alongside the bigger piece of the pie.

Therefore, it was not a surprise that I was online refreshing on my phone while watching channel news asia in the waiting room frantically. I was elated with the results and started to text people in my phonebook who i figured would love some sort of 'happy ending'.

As far as how one could complain on the state of the current destroyed world, I feel blessed to live in an era where once blacks and whites use to not even drink from the fountain to a present time on which a black was elected as president.  Most importantly he was significant in my eye not because he is a minority but that he was elected because that a majority percentage of the multi-coloured nation that blacks and whites are equal;  Barack Obama was elected into office because the USA felt that he is the best person for the job. For that moment, binary opposition and what divides wrong or right, gay or straight, bad or good did not matter. It certainly was a momentous event even for me being in Singapore and not Grant Park. Whatever the residents of USA political views were; red states or blue states, it was nice watching the United States.

It is questionable, to how long Singapore would take to have such change and acceptance with people like Miss Ong still around. Not about just running the country, perhaps to be enlisted in the navy? I honestly forget what its like to feel proud for my country during national day, for as much as I feel for my country, its doubtful what my country feel about people like me.

May this significant Obama, be not just a saviour, but a great sign towards the right direction. May he continue being an inspiration, and be continually bless.

I might actually been lied to in accordance to the date that I was really born. I am not fun, zesty or life of the party. I would fit perfectly fine with the horoscope that compiles people who zones out. Being placed in a can with all those who have no idea about what it feels to feel at this very moment. Not knowing what kind of a phase or rut that is going by or am stuck unto. In this group, I would probably not stand out at all, like what a Leo would. I would blend in. Just like wearing wallpaper and angling myself to blend with the walls of the surroundings without much effort.

I am certainly not walking down the hallway with a pass that wrote – ‘Permission to feel sucky for I am a lady with premenstrual syndrome.’ But lately I have been under emotional tension that does not go away with the fluid retention of premenstrual period. It just stays. It stays like the girl who wears wallpaper that blend with the walls. Its not because she don’t want to move, its just that she do not know why she have to feel like she fits in there.

I prayed and tried so hard to sail away from this dock of gloom but I do not know how to set my sail. I do not know what this thing is. I call it a ‘thing’ as I am sure that it is not really a feeling. This thing might be a little or maybe actually a lot like unhappiness. It comes together with a stinging continuous throb at the central area of the chest and some fine lines under the eyelid and on the forehead. It gives out a slight aroma of numbness, but do not quite hit the jackpot with that. There is no balance to have some sense of gravity. It is neither floatation nor a sinking device. Its if you were to hold the beating organ, it runs so fast that it might just slip through those grubby, indelicate, un-gloved fingers and just splat it. But I’m not sure if it’s going to splat or run with the wind if it got out from those insignificant fingers.

I do not need a pill to help ‘lessen’ this thing. I need a vacuum, which sucks it out, turn it all into one huge dust bunny that could just be thrown away. Not to be recycled afterwards, but just for it to be thrown into an infinite abyss.

dear god,

thank you so much for the continuos incoming opportunities that been nothing but beneficial to my CV. i know as much as i always asked for more experiences, wealth and opportunities. please grant me health and strength to get through work and life. please do not stop my perseverance and please keep my determination running and do grant me a balance in life plus wisdom to get me through the many routes i face each day.

and to people who are being an ass to me because of my extinct social life...i feel like sending each of them a foam middle finger. but since i cant do that, could you just make them feel less bitter about themselves so that they would stop picking on my flaws that i myself am trying to overcome as a human.

thank you god. i know you're listening. i love you.

Hi.
I'm desperate.

Desperate to know of any places in Singapore that looks like its abandon... or is really abandoned...
looks dilapidated and probably seems like u need shots to prevent you from all kind of diseases.
yes im exaggerating and it does seem that i am turning my journal into an ad forum of some sort.
but im running out of places to recce for locations that looks, old, abandoned... yet visually appealing in all its urban-decayness glory. warehouse, railway, shipyards, anything old and beautiful...pleaseee do leave a comment, and i will be truly grateful...

Happy Birthday Geri Halliwell
Happy Birthday Robin Van Persie
Happy Birthday Andy Warhol
Happy Birthday M.Night Shyamalan
Happy Birthday Michelle Yeoh...

and oh also me :) hehehehe
not so much of a happy day... but am still thankful and very much blessed <3.

Hello,

For an upcoming TVC that I am working on I am in need of kick ass drummers.
By Kick ass i mean, so good that your momma bootie will shake.
Drummers who can do a mean drum solo.
And best of all if he is highly skilled enough to even drum with one arm.



And yes it is possible to drum with one arm.
But im not searching for the Travis Barker, but possibly a highly skilled asian version who is in the early 20s or looks like he is in the early 20s who would love the opportunity to show on national television his skills and get paid at the same time.

If you know of anybody who is interested or fit the bill... or perhaps you yourself can ratatatat and love to be casted / auditioned...
please leave a comment or email me at dillah@gravityfilms.com.sg or 3bagsfull@gmail.com
Will love to answer any queries as I cannot reveal too much here.

Cheers!

i want to watch the dark knight.
lately,
instead of farhan and jufri as neighbours, i have our SM as a neighbour.