Wednesday, December 02, 2015

Daria's Rantings - A Biscuit's Tale

*I am posting this thirteenth ranting as my alter-ego the misanthropic Daria Morgendorffer

I love tea time! Call me a New England snob but I simply must have my biscuits with my tea or coffee, yes even in awesome-city-with-disgusting-weather Boston. When the winter wind blows, I'm reminded of a biscuit's tale of Viennese Sandwich, Hobnob and the Pink Wafer.

One day, Pink Wafer invited Viennese to his house for Thanksgiving. Viennese accepted the invitation as she knows Pink Wafer's niece, Florentine. Viennese and Florentine were pals at Le Cordon Bleu. Viennese was the perfect guest - charming, polite, and she even played with Pink Wafer's kids, Garibaldi and Oreo!

Viennese was talking to Hobnob, Pink Wafer's mother about her family. Suddenly Hobnob's eyes lit up. Hobnob called out to Pink Wafer across the room.

Hobnob: Did you know who Viennese's great-grandfather was? It was the distinguished Shortbread! If it's not for Shortbread who helped us, we won't have a house, Pink Wafer!

Pink Wafer looked uncomfortable. He changed the topic of conversation. Viennese wanted to know more but she kept mum. When Viennese returned home, she called Uncle Chocolate Bourbon.

Viennese: So it's true that Shortbread helped Hobnob and her family a great deal. Why didn't you tell me this earlier?

Chocolate: There's no need. Why should we go around and tell people the good things that our family did? 

Viennese felt an increasing respect for Shortbread and even Chocolate. None of them ever used Shortbread's kindness as leverage against Pink Wafer who is the current Minister in-charge of Biscuit Affairs in Gateau Land. Even after Pink Wafer knew of Shortbread's kindness towards his family, Pink Wafer treated Viennese with sudden disdain and animosity? Why? Viennese never knew the reason.

They say the Pink Wafer is the worst biscuit in the world. I guess he shares that honour with a particular brand of Cream Cracker. I, Daria Morgendorffer, like many others, hate the Jacob biscuit type. Yucks.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Postcard + Brochure = Postchure

Check out our latest postchure (postcard + brochure).
Guys and Girls who read are hot! 

Helang Books may be new to the publishing world but like the eagle, we are visionaries and will soar in spite of obstacles and hate remarks thrown at us. I quote from my Mina meets Cambridge book:

Hidayah’s Journey 

“When I was in junior college, I wanted to apply to Oxford University but my civics tutor discouraged me. He thought I was not smart enough, and that Oxford would not accept me.

When I was working, I wanted to apply for the postgraduate scholarship offered by my employer but my boss refused to give support. He believed I was not good enough to enter the well-known universities I had named in my application. He told me to apply to ‘easier-to-get-in universities’ instead.

Thankfully for me, I did not heed their advice. I worked hard and persevered. I did not give up. I was awarded the prestigious Fulbright Scholarship, amongst other prizes and scholarships received in the course of my studies. I also graduated from Cambridge University. 

So, never let anyone belittle you or say that you cannot do it. Always believe in your abilities. Remember, success is sweeter especially when you have had to struggle to achieve it. You can and should dream big!”

Saturday, September 19, 2015

'Mina meets Cambridge' book launch

Sunday, 13 Sept 2015, 12 pm - World, meet Mina! 
It all started with a challenge by Oxford boy Helmi who picked up a picture book about Oxford and said, "Surely Cambridge can write a better children's book than Oxford." 
There's always this perceived rivalry between Oxford and Cambridge. Well, Oxford might have started on a few things but Cambridge always made them better! Hehehe... 
Although Cambridge University Press doesn't publish children's books anymore, and NAC rejected my funding application etc., we persevered despite the challenges and voila, Mina is born! As per the values put forth in the book, we walked the talk and gave a first-time book illustrator the opportunity to work with us. When we believe in the potential of people, we might just be surprised with the results! 

Story: Mina is excited to visit her elder sister, Zara, in Cambridge. Mina has heard so much about Cambridge University from Zara and longs to visit. As Mina spends time with her sister, she discovers many interesting facts about Cambridge. However, she wonders why Zara does not seem to notice the charming characters they meet along the way…
Mina meets Cambridge is a whimsical story of an imaginative girl’s adventure in Cambridge. There, she learns that in order to be successful, one needs to work hard, persevere, and have the courage to dream big.

Check out the book launch photos on Facebook

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Back from Soul Vacation

Yes, I'm back from Mecca and Madinah (celebrated Ramadan and Eid-ul Fitr there). Seems like I was away for a long time. What a magical experience! I'm truly blessed and humbled to be invited as God's guest to the holy lands. God, please invite me back...

*More stories soon. Watch this space!

Monday, July 06, 2015

Le Grand Voyage

One of the best films I've watched is Le Grand Voyage or the Grand Journey. Oh how I wish I could produce a film of similar intellectual depth, and emotional and spiritual connections. 
Most Muslims aspire to embark on the journey of a lifetime to Mecca as God's guests. I too hope that one day I will be invited on this grand journey. Until then, I am blessed to be able to embark on a lesser journey today. I seek forgiveness for my shortcomings and transgressions. May this journey bring much peace, blessings and inspiration.

Monday, June 22, 2015

'Hang Nadim and the Garfish' book launch

Todak is Garfish and not Swordfish as we had been told. Tipah tertipu (I've been deceived). Swordfish are not schooling fish. They swim alone or in very loose aggregations, separated by as much as 10 metres from a neighbouring swordfish. So, it could be the garfish (not swordfish) which attacked Singapore then.

Anyway, we launched my fourth book last Saturday at the Superhero Me Festival. This inclusive Hang Nadim and the Garfish is the first book in the Little Kids, Big Ideas series of children’s picture books. 

The project, known as To S.I.R (Socially Inclusive Reads) with Love, gives kids – with or without special needs – equal opportunities to enjoy good books. It seeks to reach out to a new audience and members (children/families/friends/educators) of the special needs community.

The Little Kids, Big Ideas series celebrates every child’s potential, motivating kids to believe in themselves and their abilities to make a difference to the world.

Check out the launch photos on Facebook

Sunday, June 07, 2015

Sweet is the smell of the mango...

Ahhh, sweet is the smell of the mango and poetic justice (revenge!). My mango tree lives on...

Hedwig Anuar Children’s Book Award (HABA) 2015
The Mango Tree is the winner of the HABA with Chew Chia Shao Wei's The Rock and the Bird.

*There were 63 entries from Singapore.

And no, I didn't utter "Sweet revenge!" (as mentioned in my HABA blog post) to that Minister who presented the award to me. I just smiled sweetly at him.

Samsung KidsTime Author’s Award 2015
The Mango Tree is the Grand Prize Winner of the Samsung KidsTime Author’s Award. 

*There were 149 entries from the ASEAN countries, 32 second prize winners. Grand Prize Winners: 2 from Vietnam, 2 from the Philippines, 1 from Indonesia and 1 from Singapore.

Psst... 'Elvira' (from Daria's rantings) who loves pencilling her eyebrows long and thin, and insulting my books (that she hasn't even read). Well, Elvira, one of my 'not-so-good' books actually won TWO prestigious awards. Dig that!

And to the people who killed my mango tree, you'll be 'glad' to know that readers in Asia will now get to read The Mango Tree story on their Samsung mobile phones. And their curious minds will then bring them to discover the truth of your cruelty...

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Wa si Limpeh

The heat is making me so lethargic... But I must start writing! Argghh.... how how?

So to start my engine roaring, I sought inspiration from watching all 3 of Jack Neo's 'Ah Boys to Men' films. You heard me. I am embracing my closeted Char Bor self and learning all those Hokkien words. Remember, I dated 2 Chinese (Hokkien) boys when I was in junior college/pre-varsity days... In fact, someone in the LimPeh music video reminded me of those 2 guys and brought back lovely memories of being in love with someone from a different culture and ethnicity. Ahhh... sibey nostalgic.

Anyway, I wasn't just crushing after a certain limpeh, I actually managed to write 5 short stories that I sent for the Golden Point Award competition. In fact, 3 of the stories are written in Malay! Not bad, right? Although I am currently learning the Banjarese language (my father is of Banjarese ethnicity but I think I know more Hokkien than the Banjarese language), I will also brush up my Hokkien so that je parlerai avec le garcon qu'il a un grain de beaute sur son visage! 

ps. The Mango Tree is also shortlisted for the Samsung KidsTime Author's Award. 3 awards for 1 book! Wah, damn kio tio! 

pps. What is Banjarese? Read my 'Malay Weddings Don't Cost $50 and other Facts about Malay Culture' book to find out lah!

Monday, April 27, 2015

Hedwig Anuar Children’s Book Award

I have been very upset with the National Arts Council (NAC) of late, especially when they rejected my application for the Iowa University's International Writer's Program (IWP). What's up with you NAC? This is like the rejection? Am I not a good author? Although I am a new writer, I have written 3 good books. How much more must I prove to you NAC?! Suddenly, few days ago, I received news that my second book 'The Mango Tree' has been shortlisted for the Hedwig Anuar's Children's Book Award (HABA). Dig that NAC!

The HABA is presented biennially to an outstanding, published children’s book by a Singaporean author or authors. 'The Mango Tree' is one of the 6 books shortlisted from 63 submissions and 3 shortlisted books had won other awards before HABA. 

Let's hope 'The Mango Tree' will bear sweet, juicy victory this time round. Fingers crossed! 

And the mother of irony is that the one who will be presenting the award is the Minister who knew about the Mango Tree saga (and he obviously let the Malay Heritage Foundation and the Mamanda restaurant do as they pleased). Imagine if the book wins the award, I will go on stage, smile widely, accept the prize and tell that Minister, "Sweet revenge!"

ps. The Mango Tree was shortlisted for the Singapore Literature Prize 2014 (English non-fiction). It was the only children's picture book while the other 4 were non-fiction novels. An amazing achievement for children's books!

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Oh my Tosh!

I don't quite fancy Jack Neo's films but I was pleasantly surprised by his Ah Boys to Men 3: Frogmen. Politics (lack of minority characters in the film etc.) and other serious critiques aside, the film was quite touching and inspiring. Spot on casting, human interest issues, redemption, and of course Warrant Alex Ong! Alex Ong (actor/rapper Tosh Zhang) uncannily reminded me of two Chinese boyfriends from my frivolous junior-college-university years. Like Alex, both were tall, lean, fit (those 6 packs!), sweet, firm yet shy, and intelligent. Ok, so the one who was a doctor was an #$%* who two-timed me. The other was a college athlete and an overall nice guy. was reliving my puppy love period through the film. *blush... 

Oh my Tosh, I am so crushing onto you... how, how? Perhaps, this is an intentional diversion from a current interest who also has a mole on his left cheek. Damn it lah.

To my old boyfriend 'Alex Ong' (1:01, 1:13. 1:49, 2:18 in the music video below), settled? Hooyah!

Monday, April 06, 2015

Berkalungkan bintang berkelipan (Garlanded by shining stars)

I know I don't look like one but I am a closeted Minah Rock. I like songs of yesteryear Malay rockers such as Awie, Rahim Maarof, Wings, etc. I find the lyrics of their songs poetic in a rockish sort of way.

I recently discovered this Malay rockish, inspirational song 'Gemuruh' (Thundering) by Faizal Tahir launched in 2007. Ironically, the song brought back memories of USA days when I actually followed through my cousin's harebrained idea. Ok, so I pursued it (with blessings from my mother) but the idea didn't materialise (well, I guess it was indeed a very long shot). When I returned to Singapore (with wonderful memories of the USA, interning at the United Nations as well as that Fulbright Scholar status and a masters degree), the one 'failure' was that harebrained idea. I then blocked whatever memories related to that idea from my mind. Refusing to listen to my cousin's pleadings to persevere, I told her off, "What is the whole bloody point?" I even used the Malay proverb "Hidung tak mancung, pipi tersorong-sorong" to drive the message across. I had my dignity and I felt it was not right to pursue something that would not work out. 

Fast forward 2015, the past revisited me. Surprise. Surprise. I felt that I was given a second chance at the harebrained idea. And after much soul-searching and reflections, I acted upon it. Why? Like the deep, meaningful lyrics of 'Gemuruh', I discovered that I still have the passion in wanting to pursue my dreams. I want to reach for 'angkasa' (space), 'berkalungkan bintang berkelipan' (garlanded by shining stars) and 'menyerlah jauh dari yang biasa' (to shine far from the ordinary). And even if I could not shine, I would like to grow together and support that special star who could. The problem is, perhaps I am the only one who is feeling these thunderous, pulsating emotions as that special star has already shone, and is probably oblivious to this small, faraway star.

ps. How many of us are given a second chance (after a nearly 8 years hiatus) at pursuing something worthwhile? Don't you think we should take that second chance?

Friday, March 27, 2015

Farewell Lee Kuan Yew

So, the late Mr Lee Kuan Yew and his wife loved the Bridge of Sighs at St John's College, Cambridge. So did we!

Rest in Peace, o former Prime Minister of Singapore and fellow Cambridge alumni.

I remember that the day I matriculated at Cambridge was the day Mrs Lee (Kwa Geok Choo) had passed away. Both she and I attended a women's college at Cambridge (she in Girton, me in Newnham). I would like to think that she was passing onto me her legacy of Cambridge women in the pursuit of excellence.

I also remember how I had always wanted to meet Mr Lee and tell him that Singapore Minah(s) could also attend and graduate from Cambridge. Alas... 

*Photo of my Banjarese family at the same spot as the Lee's

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Daria's Rantings - Soulmates Stories

So tell us Daria, what do you look for in a soulmate? Surely, beneath all that rantings, there were stories of love?

*I am posting this twelfth ranting as my alter-ego the misanthropic Daria Morgendorffer 

Unlike my sister who would probably fall in love every other month, I find it difficult to truly love. And when I do, it would almost be epic (I loved and hurt deeply). But guys don't really notice me. They don't find my nerdy look hot. Sigh...

My friend Jass remarked that there was a pattern to the few 'friends who are boys' that I was in 'like/love/crushing'. They are:

1. As tall as I am or slightly taller (kissable height)
2. Very intelligent (what can you expect from someone who finds intellectual discourse stimulating)
3. Lean, fit and good at sports (black belt in judo, captain of the rugby team)
4. Soft-spoken (not wimpy), and loved engaging in conversations
5. Driven (yes, all of them had their own visions and goals and boy, they worked hard towards achieving them. In other words, they ain't no losers).
6. Younger than me (Gasp! Daria, you cradle snatcher! Hey, a few years difference is not a big deal, it's mind over matter)

Will my pheromones attract someone else who fits the pattern? Only time will tell.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Making A Difference

Well-done Fulbrighter Albert Manero! 

So proud that Albert and his colleagues at Limbitless Solutions work hard to provide affordable robotic prosthetics to children. What better way than to have Iron Man deliver a new 3D-printed bionic Iron Man arm to 7 year old Alex Pring!

Fulbrighters do make a difference to the world. I too hope that I will be able to do something as remarkable as my fellow Fulbrighter. 

*Daria to Nute Gunray who said that the Fulbright Scholarship is not as prestigious: "Well, the Superhero Iron Man certainly think highly of Fulbrighters. I am sure Alex now has another superhero (in the Fulbright tee) to inspire him."
The Fulbright Program, including the Fulbright-Hays Program, is a program of highly competitive, merit-based grants for international educational exchange for students, scholars, teachers, professionals, scientists and artists, founded by United States Senator J. William Fulbright in 1946. Under the Fulbright Program, competitively selected U.S. citizens may become eligible for scholarships to study, conduct research, or exercise their talents abroad; and citizens of other countries may qualify to do the same in the United States.
The Fulbright Program is one of the most prestigious awards programs worldwide, operating in over 155 countries. Fifty-three Fulbright alumni have won Nobel Prizes; seventy-eight have won Pulitzer Prizes. More Nobel laureates are former Fulbright recipients than any other award program.
Take that Nute Gunray!

Thursday, March 12, 2015

For the Love that is Meant to Be

The film that tugged my heartstrings the most in 2014 was ‘The Fault in Our Stars’- a love story of teenagers Hazel Grace and Augustus Waters who both suffered from cancer. To me, the film was as sincere as stories can get. Multiple themes about overcoming adversity, making the best of situations, death, love and sacrifice, made the film a box office success. If you ask me, ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ is more sensual and romantic than 50 Shades of Grey.

Sorry, Christian Grey, your billions pale in comparison to Augustus Waters’ natural charm.

I wish that I too could achieve the success of John Green’s ‘The Fault in Our Stars’. I wonder, how would I write my love story?


The Cambridge cufflinks remained hidden in a small, dark blue case. I don't know why I bought those from Ryders & Amies. I could understand the hoodie, the mug, and other paraphernalia. But cufflinks? Why? It's not as if I will use them.

I remember how UW, an old boyfriend had ordered stuff from the gift shop at Harvard to surprise me. Unfortunately the gifts didn't arrive at my address. But I appreciated the gesture, especially when UW said that he wanted to motivate me to go to Harvard. Yes, this was the one who attended Hebrew classes with me, who ran with me towards our 'Lord of the Rings' tree, and who surprised me with practical gifts such as the mp3 player (to accompany me on my runs), the trekking watch etc. But of course, all these didn't matter, not especially when UW didn't stand up for me when I needed him too. I could have given UW the cufflinks but I didn't. That love was not meant to be.

So, why keep the cufflinks? Hope, maybe? I somehow hope that one day, I will be able to give something that I treasure (apart from my heart) to a loved one. I wanted to give the cufflinks to ER. But I withheld it, as I wasn't sure if that relationship would last. And true enough, he married someone else; leaving me crying by the roadside when I saw the wedding photo sent to my phone. 

So, why not just give the cufflinks away, perhaps to my brother or favourite cousin or uncle...? Why hold on to it? Hope is, after all, a dangerous thing. To be honest, I don't know. Maybe a small part of me still hopes that, like Hazel, I will meet my Augustus.

"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world... but you do have a say in who hurts you. And I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.
Okay, Hazel Grace?

Tuesday, March 03, 2015

Daria's Rantings - 3 Little Pokemons

*I am posting this eleventh ranting as my alter-ego the misanthropic Daria Morgendorffer 

Once upon a time, there lived 3 Little Pikachus – Mama, Sis and Pidgey. Before Pidgey's father died, he told Pidgey to take care of Mama and his little Sis. Pidgey being the filial Pokemon promised that he would. Unfortunately Mama dan Sis manipulated Pidgy’s promise to their advantage.

Pidgey used to travel extensively across the Anime universe. He earned lots of Pokedex money which he spent on his family. Pidgey was such a well-breed Pokemon!

One day, Pidgey decided not to travel but to stay home with Mama who was frail and old. Really? She looked healthy and well-groomed when I met her recently, Seadra said. Anyway, Pidgey opened a trading cards shop. Pidgey was successful in the first year and let his sisters run the shop. When his debts began to pile up, his sisters stopped working for him. Pidgey’s friends ran away from him.

But friends like Vaporeon, Kabuto, Hoothoot, Mew, and Seadra tried helping. But Pidgey refused to see that the underlying problems were due to Mama and Sis. During the Conference of the Pokemons, they huddled together to discuss how they could help Pidgey.

Mew: How to run a business when he is always at home, leaving the shop closed for long periods?

Kabuto: I think he is complacent since he made lots of Pokedex money in the beginning.

Hoothoot: Still, he should work hard to advertise his cards, and not stay in shop reading Manga! Does he know what running a business entail?

Vaporeon: Well, he once told me haughtily, “Girl, I used to work for F J Benjamin, I know better than you”.

Seadra: Sigh. I heard Mama and Sis called him every 30 minutes asking him to run errands for them.

Mew: Isn’t Sis married? She can ask her husband to help her with her errands.

Seadra: Lazy Sis even asked Pidgey to send her kids to school, and buy her lunch daily. Once, I overheard his niece asking Pidgey to meet her at the bus-stop the next day to carry her violin case. That is why he is seldom at the shop.

Hoothoot: No sales. No money. He even borrowed money from poor me. Sob sob…

Vaporeon: You know, Pidgey borrowed so much money from others especially from the patient Kabuto.

Kabuto: I tried to help him but he is recalcitrant. I really need the money for my little Kabutops. Whenever I asked him to repay, Pidgey would weep and beg me to give him more time to repay. It has been years!

Mew: Oh dear. Pidgey won’t listen to our advice. He even accused Vaporean for stealing his money in the shop.

Vaporeon: Instead of thanking me for helping him, Pidgey accused me, oops, Mama told him that I will steal his gezillion Pokedex money! Petui!

Seadra: Why don’t we let Pidgey be? It’s obvious that he is blind to Mama’s manipulation and Sis’ fake bipolar disorder. We are the mean ones, he said.

Hoothoot: Drama. Drama. Drama.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Daria's Rantings - P = Polan

*I am posting this tenth ranting as my alter-ego the misanthropic Daria Morgendorffer 

Meet P - not Pan, but looks like Pettigrew from the Harry Potter saga. P = Polan (Polan means ‘So and So’). Polan likened himself to Adonis. “Many girls like me”, “Some don’t even mind being my second, third wives”, “I told them, we can have fun, no strings attached.”… Polan bragged about his fancy cars, his many university degrees, his pedigree (in his society, having both parents as teachers seems a big thing), his affiliations, his golf membership, and how he was headhunted into accepting his current big position.

Blurghh, vomit.

Polan appeared in many newspapers articles and television programmes. Almost like Anderson Cooper (minus the gorgeous bit). What he lacked in height (short) and weight (chubby), he made it up with his seriousness and politician-like mannerisms. According to him, he was invited to have coffee with some politicians hoping to lure him into office. Well, that didn’t materialise. Maybe those politicians had uncovered his dirty laundry.

One day, I was awarded the Prestigious Scholarship (surprise, surprise). At the same time, Polan embarked on his god-knows-number-what degree.

Polan: “I’m very proud of you, you got this incredible opportunity to be in the big league… Education is very important. You know, even though I earned a lot, I have lots of expenses. I can’t afford to pay for my first term’s fees. Could you lend me some money?”

I am one who believed that money shouldn’t be a hindrance to seek knowledge, and I gave him my pound sterlings. Since he promised to pay me back, I parted with my own savings for school so that he could also attend school. How naively kind.

When I was away struggling to make ends meet, I received an email from Polan saying that he had difficulties paying his second term fees and would I be kind enough to transfer some money to him? Again, wanting to help, I did. I thought, I had all the email evidence about the loan and USD wire transfer documents, so there was no way he wouldn’t pay me back.

I was wrong. When I returned home and demanded my money, Polan said, “No, you gave me the money out of your love for me. After all, we were in a relationship…”

WTF. What relationship!? I began hounding him to pay me back. Polan verbally abused me and even spread malicious rumours that I was so in love with him and “she left town broken-hearted because I rejected her”. Since when was the Prestigious Scholarship a back-up plan for a broken heart? I had applied for it long before meeting Polan! 

I threatened to take Polan to the Small Claims Court. He begged me to allow him to pay in instalments. When that didn’t happen, I wanted to lodge a formal complaint. During that period, my mother passed away, and I couldn’t handle any more drama.

Dear Polan,
I have decided not to take you to the Small Claims Court, but to a higher court – God’s Court. I do not forgive you for the hurt you had caused me and the money you owed me. See you in the Hereafter before the Almighty who will definitely punish you.

Polan went berserk and ranted in his emails which I deleted. No point dealing with villains. They will get their just retribution in time. 

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Daria's Rantings - Urukhai & Grinah (con't)

*I am posting this seventh ranting as my alter-ego the misanthropic Daria Morgendorffer 

Although Tolkien was from The Other Place (Oxford), I really like his writings! I was a little jealous when I found out that my friend got his old room at Oxford when he was studying there. I can imagine Tolkien siting on his armchair by the fireplace, reading and scribbling a new story.

Let me now tell you my story of Urukhai and Grinah. I’ve decided to post their horrible faces here (slut-shaming, you say?). Yes, no more Ms. Nice. The war commenceth.

Grinah is Urukhai’s slave. It reports to Urukhai. This Head Goblin runs the whole establishment, instructing other goblins to do its bidding. Grinah is shameless and believes it is invincible. The unscrupulous Grinah has enemies in the realm who until now, are waiting for Grinah to pay them for their services. Grinah aligns itself with other more popular goblins hoping to one day take over Urukhai’s position. Grinah appears to be passive-aggressive to confuse its followers. Grinah once conspired with the Pigs in Space to kill my beloved Ent in Fangorn Forest.

Urukhai seems like a very capable Orc leader. Apparently Sauron has utmost praises and trust in the fearless Urukhai. Due to its many responsibilities, Urukhai depended on Grinah to take care of the goblin world, thus giving Grinah that delusion of grandeur that Grinah is the real leader. Urukhai doesn’t meet Grinah often. But when it does, Grinah would mask all problems as if they were not his doings. Urukhai is not known for its diplomatic skills. It micro-manages every creature, even instructing them where they should stand in line. Once, during the battle of Mendki, more than 30 orcs/goblins quit Urukhai’s army. Some grand leader Urukhai is.

As with all fairy tales, legends, and myths, Good will always triumph over Evil. If a mortal Bard the Bowman could kill the great dragon Smaug, so could I defeat Urukhai and Grinah. Although cunning, Grinah is a coward at heart. And though Grinah is loyal and obsequious, it secretly loathes Urukhai. Urukhai is but a big bully who uses its power and fierce fa├žade to intimidate others. Well, ‘beautiful creatures’, I am not afraid. Get ready for the battle of the century.