nota kecil: *blogdrive buat perangai lagi
                 *change blog song to Chuck Berry's 'Never Can Tell'
                 *change flixter wallpaper to "10 TIHAY" but now I think I shud return to "TDK" again. The new wallpaper is too pink. I'm not pink. No where near pink.

Here's a thought.

Smokers who smoke like a chimney and cough like hyenas have no right to tell me when should I eat or not eat roti canai. So I ate roti canai at 11pm. Relax. Don't be such a nincampoop about it. Oh yeah, "...carbs at 11 are bad for your health."

Ugh, what are you? Gay? How about nicotines?

Between press preview and go see mak andam, I have decided to go press preview....... uuuuuuu, double meaning. Akakaka.

Iza and Zamel are getting engaged. That's what the initial planning of 'temankan-Iza-pegi-jumpa-mak-andam-tapi-kensel-sebab-Shai-ada-press-preview' were about. Congrats on that. I have seen that relationship, its ups and downs that sometimes involves me in the process. Ha. It's an event to be celebrated, at least as I think it should. It's one of those relationships that I felt near to (and sometimes stole for my novel, amen to that) and now it's turning into something better. And that reminds me...
Last time in the car I belched happily to Mun's retort:
"Kau langsung tak peduli pun akan kewujudan Yeh dekat belakang, kan, dengan sendawa bunyik macam tu."
"Alah, Yeh je pun..."

Yes. When it comes to being myself in front of men, let me tell you, I can be completely and utterly disgusting in front of people's husbands and boyfriends and fiances. I mean, come to think of it, belching in front of Yeh, packing Kenny Roger's muffin inside my bag like makcik-makcik jakun in front of Zamel, guffawing in front of Lan... in front of these guys I can so totally be myself. It's that psychology thing where I realise that I don't really care about being prim and proper cuz they're attached (or semi-attached) to my bestfriends and that made them like pseudo-family too and I can soooo be myself. At times even to the extent of forgetting about these guys' existence and start talking about lingeries.

Wouldn't it be cool if I am not all prim and proper in front of everybody? And I don't mean to strip loose and go all wacky like some moron. Just, be comfortable. Babble about politics when I want to, or curse when I feel like it, belch whenever I want, and tell that Indon guy in the LRT that if he doesn't stop staring at the pink-shirted lady's tits, Imma tat his eyes out. Wunnit be cool?

Swee calls me the 'Know-it-all SYH'. It seems that I knew the ongoings of the office more than her even though she IS there, while I'm... well, here. Every time she has that "You wanna know what happen today?" I always do the, "Person B is getting blablabla and Person C is gonna get blablabla?" and then spoil her fun of actually trying to surprise me. Okay, I swear, next time people wanna gossip, I will try not to hear it okay, so that you can have all your 'surprising Syahida' moment.

Here's another thought.

Imma talk about Civilianisation of War. Why? Because it's my bloody blog and I write whatever I want. And I felt like getting preachy today, so bear it!

I was watching "Independence Day" yesterday, you know, that stupid movie where Hollywood are not very subliminally telling people around the globe that whoever rains on their parade, be it men or alien, will be exterminated - and that the black people are gonna be the ones doing the dirty job while the jews will be the mastermind and white Americans are the ones saying hooray with absolutely no clue. And it reminds me of the wars of yesteryears, where battles ARE chess. Real chess - whose casualty remains to be the pawns, the Queen is to be protected and there is no civilians inside the chessboard. It's all black and white like the board itself.

Rewind back to Perang Badar. The battle are set in one location, far from the villages. You fight with sword in the day, you sleep at night. Lawan, lawan, lawan... capture the leader, break the battle flag, wins the war.
Casualty: Soldiers 20, Civilians 1

World War 1. Battle stationed near residency. Have peace time but no scheduled rest. Tanks, guns, bombs. Bam Bam Bam, cheat sheet - make Germany believe they lost. Alliance win war.
Casualty: Soldiers 20, Civilians 20

Israeli strikes upon Palestine (1948-present). Iraq war. Vietnam war. Korean War. Afghan War. World War II. Napalm strike. Bombs. Fighting jets. Missiles. Enemies are at South, forget the South, exterminate the residence in North. Smoke em out. Wins war.
Casualty: Soldier 1, Civilians more than 20.

And that, is called Civilianisation of War. In my book, it's called Cowardice. What happen to real manly man battle? Where your fist found your nemesis' chin and his right leg found your double O and 7 and both of you scream in pain and five days later one of you win, fair and square?

Humanity is now scarce.

Dialogue yang berlaku beberapa kurun yang lalu
Me: I'm so bored that I've been munching since morning
Mom: You're going to be fatter than ever
Me: Thanks for the undying support, mother