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.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. 🙂


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.