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Sure, there are qada n qadar. But God must have given you cognitive function for a reason, doesn’t He? Work for it, sunshine. Don’t ever give up. Miracle happens to the lucky ones. And only the ones who put effort are lucky.


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley


where is my rainbow?

Posted: November 21, 2009 in it hurts, minstrelsies, simple stuffs

When you cry and cry and cry

And the sky cries with you

You’ll miss your sunshine

And the two days went by

With you just crying harder.


Iliana. 1800.

It was time of the year again.

The boy has the dream.

His treasure was at the base of the pyramid.


The boy shall go in pursuit of his dreams.

And the girl shall wait.


She is the woman of the desert.

The women of the desert shall always wait for their men.

The strong women of the desert.

Their men are to wander as free as the winds that shape the dunes.


The dunes are altered by the wind, but the desert never change.

But sometimes, desert takes the men away, they don’t always return.


So the girl may cry.

She is the woman of the desert.

But above all, she is a woman.

Her treasure is him.


Iliana. 0020.

.urim and thummim.

Posted: November 14, 2009 in riddles, tennis, yarns

Good day! 🙂

Ok. Popular bookstore is now officially a forbidden place for me.

I can’t set a foot in there without getting hooked by at least 2 titles! And considering the current balance in my acct, i’m relatively paying through the nose for them!

I have just shelved another 3 Paulo Coelho’s (uuu..the dark green nots..uhuk uhuk..) with 1 still unread (have just started by 2 pages) Yet, i had a very hard time setting my feet OUT of the store, drooling over “South Africa, The Wild Paradise” by Franck Fouquet. And to those who are still wondering my next birthday prezzie, surprise me with “Travelers’ Atlas” by Dorsling Kindersley (publisher)! I’ll love you infinitely!! 😀 how has the week been. Let see..CFCS done…(oh no! the neverending data & community programme reports!), books read (fictions people, fictions,) flu recovered, and watched lotsa Hindi films! Haha what has got into me? Hollywood to Bollywood?? Blame Powell Roy and Renuka for this! ;P I was housemate with Renuka and Atiq during CFCS and happen to transfer loads of Hindi movies from Renuka. The aftermath – fallen for Shah Rukh Khan again, haha, since the ancient “Kuch Kuch Hota Hai”. I was hooked for no romance reason okayy..there were actually a lot that i can learn by bollywood movies, so i realised. In “ChakDe! India”, i discovered that someone looking like Seh Kee (my coursemate) may have been an Indian! By nationality/origin & may speak by the language of Hindi!! These Indians might easily be mistaken for other nationality and treated as aliens in their own country, should they ever go to the Western India or other part than the Northeastern India.  North-East India is ethnically, linguistically and culturally very distinct from the other states of India. And according to Wikipedia, this region is officially recognized as a special category of states. Its states consist of Arunachal Pradesh, Assam, Meghalaya, Manipur, Mizoram, Nagaland, Sikkim and Tripura. They speak by the mothertongue of Assamese, Bengali, Bodo (yes, it’s a language) and Manipur. So as i googled and google-mapped, it was just, wow. What a beautiful, diversed world we live in.

In “Om Shanti Om!”, i noticed a line that is exactly what i read in Coelho’s “The Alchemist”. As Shah Rukh Khan say, “when you really want something, the world will help you to come to that.”, Coelho has also wrote in his #1 bestseller, similarly, “And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” and i thought, the scriptwriter must’ve read Coelho.

Haha so i think i’ll keep feeding my Bollywood crave by getting good ones from Renuka. ;P

And oh, my double-become-triple room now is double room again. Ira has got a room for herself, after she had been working hard for it the past 5 months. The funny thing is, for the previous months, whenever she go to HEP’s Kak Syikin or Murni’s Mr.Ismadi, the answers she’ll get are just, “there’s no more room”, “we have nothing to offer.” Once she went to Mr. Ismadi with her uncle, who happens to be a friend of HEP big boss Mr.Hafiz, Mr.Ismadi straight away gave her a list of 5-6 rooms with unoccupied beds. What the fish! So the offices are in a conspiracy to always make things hard for students or what? Unbelievable. For 5 friggin months! Despite her effort she got nothing, and suddenly that.

I can’t deny the relief of having less people in the room , though. 😛

And btw, i was approached by Abg Mie for this year’s Sukad Female Tennis captain.






Arggghh!!! But i don’t know to whom shall i shove entrust the post to. It’ll be irresponsible for me to just say no without suggesting a replacement. In this year’s team, there are two 5th year (exam), two 3rd year (exam), and a 2nd year (freshie in the team, never been to Sukad, can’t let her handle).

So u see, Arggghh!!! Darn it.

I don’ t know. Now i just try not to think about it. I just go to the court and play.

Urim and Thummim. Be it white, or black? Black. Please.



p/s: i am just referring to the fiction’s urim thummim by the way. nothing israelite biblical shall i do. i’ll stick to solat istikarah, thanks. 🙂

.she had laughed, too.

Posted: September 22, 2009 in minstrelsies

Watching the kids play, and quarrel and sulk, i wrote this, at my kampung. Just a bit of the older kids version.


Liolle sat on a high wall alone.

Riobbe and Melleu were laughing at him.

There was a ‘kick me’ note on his back.


Riobbe was sad.

Melleu and Boog were laughing at him.

They have a ‘kick me’ note on his back.


Melleu was sad.

Liolle and Boog were laughing at him.

They pasted a ‘kick me’ note on his back.


Kaloona was sad.

Boog and Danda were chuckling behind her.

They wouldn’t tell why.

They have a ‘kick me’ note on her back.


Toonte was left alone.

He has no friends for now.

They were still giggling behind him.

They wouldn’t tell why.

They have a ‘kick me’ note behind him.


Toonte and Kaloona pasted a ‘kick me’ note behind Quwg some time ago. They had laughed, too.


Norah watched them all in silence. Cracked a ‘whatever’ grin for the stereotypic events.

Ipod in her ears, she couldn’t hear, that Jealaine, Hamuqa and Feswa are giggling behind her too. She just couldn’t be bothered though, for she knows, when someone ACTUALLY kicked her, she’ll have her muay-thai ready.



A writer. A poet? Perhaps an artist. Free soul yet abide contently to THE rules. Singing to me, to hold me away from my constant worries. Of the demanding life of, ironically, a wall flower.  To knock me on the cranium with a mutual wish of a chance of spilling the filling all over. Ready, to crouch with me and dwell in my melancholy, sprightly waltz with me when sense my chortling sentiment. To never let me let myself be pushed for the bit of rationality i have always sensed in the present logic. Not ridiculed, perhaps just chaffed, in whatever form i am or bespeak of. They say with sacrifices, you treasure it more. I say with blithe, i add up to the hoard. As i am easily fatigued of the cliches.

Yet again, life is no movies.

The vacant future, must be fulfilled. Must be de-void of what benefit all significant presence(s). There’s always. That can crack a smile in me, although  before long, or even right before, i know, or i thought i know, all too well, that it didn’t in the one who claimed so, causing me to not hold the flexing zygomaticus much longer . Which sometimes, leave me all too plain.

So again, what do you want?

I shut up.

I don’t talk anymore, remember?

credit to Shiori from weheartit

And now i already can’t, just like i always have been.

I am not sorry.

Happy Buffday QoodixX

Posted: September 6, 2009 in buffdays, minstrelsies

Assalamualaikum and good day. 🙂

I’m not at tarawih today, jadi mengepos di sini. hehe


It’s September 6th,

and for all i know, it’s one significant date.

The special day in September on which a special friend is born.


To Suad Nabila Sharfuddin ;D

Thanx for being a dear throughout the years.  Sorry deh aku balik awal hari tu, next time I merempat lagi di situ, I duk saploh hari okkayy. (sampai kaw rasa nak halau keluar. hehe)

 Happy birthday and the sweetest September,

21 candles finally are here,
I must admit, I waited all year.
So many obstacles, around tried to steer,
Passion for greatness, truly sincere!
In my life, you know you are, a valued member. ;D