Who says dat getting an A1 for ur GCE O-Level in English SPM n ur ability pronouncing ‘grass’ as in ‘grasssss’ in American slang will guarantee ur life 2 be easy breezy in the States? With dat i mean u won’t have any communication problem with da ppl around u etc etc. Oh c’mon! That’s nonsense… Trust me. The life here sometimes can be a lot harder than one can think of, especially when language barrier is all around.
Call me pessimist or wutever, but dis is true in some ways. How do i know dis is true? Well. Let say dat i have experienced a lot in encountering some uncomfortable (yet amusing) situation over these two weeks ere. Damn. Ble fikir2x balek. Nyesal nyer x blaja english betol2x wak2 kat m’sia dulu. Aiseh….
Yesterday i went to the Admission Building to talk about my transcript with da ppl over there. Ye la. Dgr kate diorang x dpt lagi my spring nyer exam results (ala, yg banyak C+ tuh…). So, since my academic records was on hold, which caused me to neither add nor drop any class, i had to force my lazy legs to walk all the way from the academic building to the admission office yang gler bapak jauhnyer. Kenape x amik bas instead, u might ask. Well, honestly, im not really familiar with da bus services ere. I mean, asyik sesat jekk bler naik bas. Aku ingat die brenti tempat A, die p brenti tempat Z plak. In the end, kene jalan kaki jugak to my destination, which is of course sux bcoz it is a lot more faraway…
Wokeh back to my story.. aku pon jalan la dgn malasnyer ker office tuh. What do you know, it was raining heaviliy at uiuc! Nak dibuat cite, as i was about to cross some street, suddenly there was this stupid car speeding (cam x nak bagi aku lintas jekk) in the middle of the pouring rain. So, using my senses, i stopped right b4 my foot even stepped on the road. As u can see, da hujan kan. So mesti la ader banyak lumpo kat atas jalan tuh (jeng3x). N then, keta yang bodo satu nih main lalu je depan aku n sbbkan lumpo2x tuh trpercik kat aku. Waa~ Abes basah! N damn, i just bought the sweater!
But the journey had to be completed, or else i will have a really BIG problem. Kalo nak diikutkan, x yah pkai payung pon pas2. Ye la. I was already wet with lumpo. By dat i mean, REALLY wet. Sia2x jer pkai payung…
When i got into da building, i went straight 2 the woman at da counter. She was like in the middle of thirty or something. I told her bout my transcript problem n it was obvious that she was trying very hard to understand what i was sayin. Her expression was like "Girl i dunno what the shit ur talking bout, but im juz gonna pretend dat i do anyway….". She nodded her head several times n picked her phone n started asking someone to come downstairs to discuss da matter with me. Then, a fierce-looking guy (gler aa buruk mamat nih) entered da room n sat in front of me. There was dis paper in his hand. He said "OK. Give me ur transcipt,". Hello. Kot ye pon x reti nak bagi salam ke??? Anyway, who the hell r u?
I, of course, blur la when he asked for my transcript. Ne taknyer. I had given it to them last week. Magic la tuh kalo ader kat aku balek… So I said to him "Erm. Actually I’ve handed it in last week,". All of a sudden, the guy’s expression changed. Can you imagine the ugly guy’s face turned to even uglier?? Mane aku x cuak dowh… However freaking out i was, thank God I managed to keep it cool as if no-i-don’t-c-that-expression…. And then da guy proceed (as i had expected) "Then, what am i doing here?". Larr… how should i know. Ask the woman over there. She’s the one who CALLED you, wasn’t she?
So that guy looked at da woman, who was obviously aware of what was going on. She pon explained la gini,gitu,gini. At the moment i was like, what the….? Is that what i said? So i cut into the conversation explaining my situation over n over again until they completely understand (at least i thought so). Then the guy a.k.a The Freaky Dude asked for my ID number, which i barely remembered (tibe2x je lupe!). It was too late to search my ID card coz it was nowhere inside my bag. So, ngan confidennye aku pon ckp la my no is 672130261. The guy said "OK. i’m going upstairs to check if we’ve already received ur transcript". Suddenly i was disturbed with my own doubtness. Eh. 672130261 ke 672130221?????? I was sure it was the second one, so i raced back to the guy who was already inside the elevator. He saw me running towards him n nasib baik lah die smpat tahan pintu elevator tuh.
Ntah pehal pulak tibe2x i heard somebody called me from behind; it was the woman at the counter. She handed me something looked familiar—-> my ID card. I looked at the no. Damn! Life sux… It wrote 672130261. Wat penat jekk aku lari. But the real problem was in front of me; The Freaky Dude. Alah, yang tgh tahan pintu lif tuh… Lepas tu ape jadik yeh? Ape lagi. I used my kelentong skill lah so that he won’t be mad (aku x suke orang marah2x nih). But i think he didn’t even understand pon what i kelentongkan, so he just leave it at that. HAHAHAHA~**
What do you know. They did already receive the thing that had caused all the mess; my beautiful transript…. Hmm. Bodo. qTTp
