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even from that nonsensical rant, you should have known that I no longer have any interest in writing in this dying entity called blogdrive. I am too busy to think about shitty stuff. Nowadays I write at Tupai.com.my, so you can actually read the same type of ramblings I used to do on a daily basis there. At least, I am paid to do so.

You don't have to visit anymore, you know. Live your life. Eat, pray and love, you know. Do the whole joie de vivre shit. I recommend it.

[UPDATED]See, I have to click this button like gazillion times before it publishes my entry. Stupid blogdrive, why u no work anymore?

Movie production says "Turn it into a 12 series TV drama."

Yea... from one to 12? I don't think I'm ready for that. Come to think about it, I don't think I'm ready to write for a movie too. It's not in my plan. I don't write up plans to be: a writer, a reviewer then a screenplay writer. Nope. I don't think the whole movie/tv thing is my thing. My ambition is to be a better Muslim, being in the entertainment business is like going 360 degree off the original mark.

I am writing shirted and shorter by the minute, am I? Too busy to think. BUt here's the bullet version of stuff

- I am waiting for my interview to come out in a magazine. Will tell you guys later bout that when it's out.

- I think I'm gonna say no to the tv drama thing

- Writing my first horror book right now

- Have a promotional activity at Karnival Karangkraf on 27 January for MCK project

- Latest novel will be out on my birthday 27 April which is also the first day of the International Book Fair at PWTC (according to the original plan. May be changed, not sure)

- I am considering going to KK in June. Prolly going to Jakarta by the end of the year if I can convince someone very significant to that case.

- Trying to finish AKN before Pesta Buku Selangor

- CO is paying me my original salary for my freelance work with all the CO/Yahoo/Tupai thing. Imagine that.

Can't copy paste FB to this stupid blog. Anyway, to prove my point again:

Nurul Syahida Kamarudin
How come after condescending at me like I'm a cavewoman for not having a Blackberry, an Ipad or an iPhone, all I asked that girl was if she ever used the Qiblah application on her iPhone and now I am the total bitch?
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Fazlin Azrimi No la.. You are juz bein Nurul Syahida :P Haha! :
24 minutes ago · Like

Nurul Syahida Kamarudin it's interesting how one can always patronise the others with technology, but can never play the religion card :P
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Counting the days until nuffnang send me a cheque, then I can leave here for good.

In another note, just sent a movie idea to a movie production. They love the idea, but nothing is sure right now. I'm just hoping. By any chance they hate it, I can always turn the idea into a novel. Ah, the best part about being a writer....

Wish me luck, peeps!

You know how bored I am when I open my blog and stares at the blank space, thinking about nasi lemak.

And teh tarik.

Hmmmm.... screw it. I'm going to the mamaks.

I had a dream last night, about someone from my past. We were in the bus together, me alone while him and his Soho wife sitting behind me. He gave me 20 cents, saying that I deserve to get "duit raya" because I am still single. Then I look at his face, and I realised that it was a face of someone else. An actor. I know the name of the actor but in my mind I still call him the name of that someone from the past.

But then I woke up. I tried to remember the dream and the real face of that someone.

It turns out, I have forgotten his face. I tried my hardest to remember how he looked like, how he sounded, the way he smiled. But I can't.

I have officially closed that book.

Starts!

I am sick and tired of blogdrive and its problems.

Oh well...

I haven't written any posts for November, have I?

Well, since people are so obsessed about numbers..... Happy 11/11/11

Now stop crowding Facebook with stupid nonsense about the date. Unless you're those dumb people who believed that some numbers are lucky, stop bugging other normal people with it.

Last year it was 10/10/10.... and then 1/11/11. Now it's gonna be all those 11 November crap. Have a life worth living, will ya?

Went out my dearest former colleague yesterday.

Come to think of it, I don't really know how that actually happens. I was just saying hi to Swee Wei because we haven't talked in quite a long while (the last time we had a chat was the ikan bakar thing with our CO buddies in June) and then suddenly I was in Subang Parade watching a movie with her.

I can now understand how some men are smitten by this girl (Ah yes, Shai is always learning the tricks of the pretty girls, but never use any of it). She really have that thing where you then go "What the hell did I just say yes to?"

So, yesterday we went to Subang Parade, catchin up on some stuff. It is easier, because with my schedule, I rather not go somewhere in a land far far away. SP was just like from my house to section 7. But with tolls. And MBO Subang Parade is not that crowded. So hell yeah. Empty cinema is so my thing. And they have Sushi King and Love It. Score.

PARANORMAL ACTIVITY 3 was good. Some of it are a bit far-fetched though. But I enjoyed it - not as much as I enjoyed laughing at Swee Wei's profanities every time something came out and surprise her. The ending kinda reminds me of that movie I watched on youtube - JUNE 9. THAT was a horrifying experience. I mean, I used to be able to watch violence and gore with a straight face. But I guess I AM getting older, because those things started to make me all girly and squeamish (I don't now what is the relation between girly and squeamish). I used to be able to watch EDEN LAKE. But I don't think I can watch it for the second time.

But yeah, every time she cussed, I had to laugh. There is this one moment she went "Mother chicken!" and I looked at her and went "Mother? Chicken?"

Got a NANDO's RM20 voucher from Swee Wei. Hell yeah. Ahahaha.

Talked about what we've been doing for the past four months. Told her it feels really weird freelancing for CO when all my old CO team is gone. My old team was Swee, Wahi, Zee, together with the designers, Zim and Maria. Now all of them are gone. But it's easier to cope too, because nowadays Bailah proof my work and she is very lenient about what I write, so I can just write ten news a day like nobody's business. All I have to do is not write provocative stuff because I don't have a lawyer anymore to deal with angry directors/producers/artistes.

THAT is difficult especially when usually some movies piss me off.

Anyways. Here's the creepy part of the outing. I had to go home early and Swee Wei walked me to the taxi stand. She gave me a hug before I get into the taxi. And if any of you knew Swee, she really is a hugger. The kid is sweet like that.

Apparently not to perverts.

I went into the cab, and as the driver drives away (driver drives... wow, extremely great vocabulary....), he asked me a disturbing question.

"Who is that?"
"A friend," I said. (What's it to ya? I would say if I was a punk. But I always have a conversation with a taxi driver. It's a writer thing. You always talk with the taxi driver, the bus driver or any old people who sits with you at the clinic. They got loads to share).
"She looks extremely happy to hug you." He said. Sleazy looking face.
"We have not seen each other in a while." I explained. I am not going to let some weird cab driver thinks weird thing while I am in his cab.

Silence.

"Are you an Indian Muslim?" he asked me. The driver is indeed an Indian.
"Nope. I'm malay."
"You look like an Indian."
"Yes, I got that all the time. People think I'm from Penang."
"It doesn't have to be from Penang. Is your father or mother an Indian?"
Dude, if I said I'm malay, it means my mum and dad are malay.
"Nope. We hailed from Indonesia."
"Indonesians have a lot of Indians too. You have a pretty nose."
"Yeah, maybe that."
History lesson. I am descended from a Minang family in Indonesia and my great great great great grandpa is Syeikh Ahmad Khatib. My grandfather is from an Arab descent and my dad's family is part aboriginal. That explains the nose, the dark reddish hair and the Indian-like feature. And that explains how I can still fool people by talking Urdu to them. But we don't have to explain that to the taxi driver. If he thinks I'm Indian, Indian it is!

"You have a boyfriend?"
This is an awkward question. Having talked to a lot of random strangers, the safest way to do it is to lie.
"Yes." and then pretend that you don't want to talk about it.
"I knew it." he said. "I have been a driver for such a long time. I can know stuff from just looking at someone's face. I knew it right away that you already have a boyfriend."
Dude, you are so wrong. I didn't say it in his face. Let the taxi driver bask in his faulty glory of reading people's face.
"When are you getting married?"
This is a personal question and one should know their limit. But some people don't know that and some people, like a taxi driver, is the type of people you should just answer questions, especially if you are alone in his cab and he is a big guy.
"I'm not sure. It's the economy. Not safe to get married right away with the economy all screwed up." I said. A nonchalant smile in my face.
Then he started talking about girls. About some girl passengers that have a lot of boyfriend, about how he lost a lot of money to a girl he loves who won't call him back, about how he was supposed to marry this one sexy girl and she has another boyfriend. I just listened.

Then he said it.
"Now I'm still single. I don't care anymore. I just want a nice girl. Malay girls too if that's the case."
I just smiled my shit-I-don't-care-but-if-you-wanna-keep-on-talking-then-just-talk.
"You have a sexy body. If things between you and your boyfriend didn't work out, you can call me."
What? After saying that I am sexy even when I am fully clothed? That just turned you from driver-who-knows-no-boundary to creepy feller stalking people on facebook.

Here's an advice for men. "You're beautiful" is a compliment. "You're cute" is a compliment. "You're pretty" is a compliment. "You're clever." is a compliment. "You have a sexy body" is not. It's perverse. That explains why most FB stalker is called a stalker and gets ignored by girls.

He urged me to take his number, so I wrote his number and then leave the taxi, not without him saying "I love you" before I left. I think he is actually a nice guy. It's just he doesn't have a clue how to deal with women. He just doesn't know the boundaries. Taxi drivers are normal men too. But as much as policemen should not hit on a suspect, or a kidnapper flirting with his hostage, a taxi driver should not propose to his passenger.

In any ways, saying "I love you" to someone you just met is also considered creepy.

I think he just wants to get married. I wonder if he proposed to every other woman passenger he met. And here I thought only 23 year-old girls are so desperate about getting married.

For now, I will let my "imaginary boyfriend" save me from more creepy men. Maybe I should elaborate his looks. Big strong muscles, a hiker, reads Socrates while weight-lifting at the gym.

Haahahahahaha.