The World U Love

Gosh it’s freaking cold here… The current temperature drops to 14 Celsius. Baru 14 C, but i already feel like dying. Camner la org2 kat kutub utara tuh? Hish.

Reasons why i Miss M’sia:

1) I miss the weather. Man. M’sia has summer all year long, which is pretty cool of course. X payah la nak pkai baju tige empat lapis nih. I think that’s one thing the ppl ere are jealous of us, the m’sians. Ye la. Kiter bole sun-bathing bler2 mase je kite nak. Kuar rumah, hah, bukak baju n duduk la lame2 kat c2. Yet they have to wait for many months until the summer season, when the sekse-meksi season pon bermula. By that i mean girls in bikinis n shirtless guys that usually are not that hard to notice in the middle of the quad…

2)The food! Im SO obsessed with mee goreng kung fu. Unfortunately, i won’t be eating it for the next several years (sedey sedey). most of the food ere are very high in calories. Pizza, burger, and other stuff yg agak fattening tu kire makanan ruji diorang. I still remember when i was still in m’sia, i was so gler obsessed with McD. But now, hmphh, i think i eat burger o-fillet almost everyday. Lagi2 McD, lagi2 McD. Tok sah cakap la. Muke aku nih da macam fries dah… one more thing, the ppl ere like to eat cream. So, kalo makan kek tuh, expect cream je la belambak, tapi isi tarak! Pastuh makan nasi pon kene letak cream n ader je the mat salleh(s) who eat the rice only with the cream. Haih. x paham aku…

3) The people. It’s not like the people ere aren’t friendly. It’s just that it’s kinda hard to communicate with them when ur english language pon gler trbongkang kan. Sometimes, when i speak to americans, i just can’t avoid from using the word ‘lah’ at the end of my sentences. N they are like, "What did u say?". N of course, i do miss my relatives n frens in m’sia. *sigh*

4) I miss the pasar malam. They don’t have pasar malam here laa… Aiseh. Back home, i had always spent my Saturday evenings browsing the food at pasar malam. Ee rindunyer kat air tebu, apam balik, pisang goreng, Ramlee burger, CENDAWAN GORENG (bagi capital letter sket as a sign of appreciation. ceh), nasi tomato, nasi ayam, soto…….. 

5)I miss my niece… n nephew. You know what? aku da jadi makcik untuk kedua kalinyer! My sis-in-law slamat mlahirkan bayi laki yg chomel last week. Huhuhuh. Im pretty sure the boy won’t know who the hell i am when i get back home nanti. Sedey sedey…     

(TO BE CONTINUED, if im rajin enough)

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

I have juz received the MMR shots at da McKinley Health Center. Fuyoo~** Sedap. Actually i hate needles becoz of da pain it causes me. Yet, i always get them mainly bcoz the doc ask me 2 have them. To increase da antibody la kononnye (mmg betol pon)…..

Damn i’m bored =P

Huh~

there’s nothin to do today except the awesomely-many homework. Yes ppl. There r loads n loads n loads of assignments to be done. Biaser la. Even the last week’s nyer hwork pon x siap lagi. This is the result of the continously procrastination, so please DON’T follow my footsteps! Hahaaaha~ Nmpaknye aku da bosan tahap cipan da nih. Of course. If not, then why the heck am i babbling x tentu pasal ni?

Today marks the fourth day of me logging into this blog. As i was browsing my previous posts (yg x sbrapa la), suddenly i felt something. EEEEeee. Apsal blog ni buruk sangat?! Really. There’s absolutely nothin extraordinary or special bout dis site. Da la kaler pon purple n white jekk. Heck….

Dat’s it. I’m outta ere =P 

Haih~
It seems like i just can’t stop sighing these days. Y not? I had a messy first time experience in Rhet 103 class last Wednesday and of course an assignment that i have to finish by Monday yet i still have no idea how to do it. Ain’t i so damn lucky? *sarcasm alert*

Hm… at first i thought to change da Rhet 103 class to ESL coz it’s so much easier plus we only have to do one semester english course jekk. But, tetiber other Rhet kids kater their Rhet classes are exciting. So, they decide not to change la pulak. So, tinggal la aku di awang-awangan… Do i want to change to ESL or not? Shit la… i hate it when i have to make decision, especially da hard ones. Can’t anybody just make it for me? =P wut spoiled brat…. But it’s true that it’s not fair to make a quick judgement on that class. I mean, i only have been there for once. So, what me, the new student, know? Maybe i need to give it another chance. Yet, the thought of being alone in some class where almost all the students just don’t give a damn bout what you say is pretty depressing… But on second hand, i can mix with other international students, right? Ye la tue…. (elok la. aku tanye, aku jugak yang jawab)

uhuh… tomorrow will be my first day in economic discussion class. sorang lagi…. haih. aper la nasib. ne pi sumer dak m’sia yang laen?? xkan amik klas dancing kot? how dare them to leave me alone… anyway, to avoid of being glabah lagi in a discussion class (like wut happen in calculus class 2day), i think it’s better for me to do some revision la weh. Today’s nyer calculus class, puh, no need to say la. Memang aku glabah tahap glaban! Ne tak nyer, h/work x siap!! N then da professor asked each of us to do the mathematical problems on the board. Da h/work x finish, memang deserve la to be panic kan? In the end, i wasn’t called pon. Wat penat jekk menggelabahkan diri. chisS…
Ne way, nasib baek la there was dis helpful english guy sitting in front of me. Maybe he knew i didn’t finish my h/work, so, he turned around his seat n help me with da questions. Fuyoo. Baek gler mamat tue. Siap tunjuk paper dier kat aku. He did all da questions on ONE paper. Me? Hm… after careful calculation, i used about 1/4 of the big notebook just for those questions. Tapi x siap gakk…. aiseh. Wey Minah! If ur reading dis, i want to say thank u la for lending me ur book so i can copy ur work. You make my world a better place once again. TQ!!!

Hm… i think it’s better for me to buzz off now. Need to finish the unfinished business (the cal work and the econ’s reading). So, maybe i’ll come again here. I think….

Hello~

aih… it has been a long time since i didn’t write here. Well, time has moved so fast and i’m barely catching up. It’s unbelievable yet true dat i’ve made it to Illinois! Finally. After hours and hours and hours of spending my time with none other than the awfully big, green calculus book, i finally passed da MARA requirement. Thank God!

But living in illinois is not only fun n play. Staying for almost 2 weeks in here make me realize the importance of self-appreciation. U see. For me (n maybe other international students out there), living in a place where almost everyone is so unlike u is pretty hard. For once, u have different skin color than theirs n sometimes it makes u pretty awkward for being different n kind fo weird to their eyes. Then, here comes the cultural differences stuff.  My senior used 2 say dat da ppl here respect us becoz of da tudung we wear. Well, i kind of find dat pretty true. Yet, i somehow get dis feeling dat maybe SOME of them r just scared of us. U know after da Sept 11 incident……. But, i do find a lot of friendly ppl here too; like our neighbors in LAR (nice party), the ppl we meet across the street who actually smile at us n say hello (thank you for making my day), the staff at da cafeteria who has been so nice to us (thanks for the omelette or whatever da hell that is), n da list goes on.

(Actually i dunno wut the heck i’m saying so i’ll just go on mumbling bout my feelings ere)…  Well, i do hope dat my staying here in uiuc will be the biggest turning point in my life ever (for da better of course).  I hope to make bonds with other students especially the non-Malaysian ones (i luv my Malaysian frenz…), score da MARA requirements (luv u too MARA), find my passion, get to know who i really am, be the person i want to be (without being a hypocrite), n of course, understand da meaning of life (da purpose of y God send us here).

Well, i guess dats it. I’m outta here.

p/s dad, wherever u r, i luv u. n mom too. n sis. n my annoying brothers of course. peh~ i miss them

Geez~

I can’t believe dat dis is my first time blogging and my-o-my it is pretty awkward! OOooo what 2 write ah? Those guys who listened 2 my presentation last sem bout ‘Why U Should Not Weblogging bla bla bla’ goin 2 be shock 2 see this. Ye la. Ari tue cakap weblogging nie bahaya la, i2 la, ini la. Last skali, tuan punya badan laks yg buat blog. What the heck? Huh~ No wonder i got low marks 4 persuasive speech the other day. Ne taknye. Cakap x srupa bikin maa! Who’s goin 2 listen 2 u if u behave dat way right?

Moral of the day~

Words must be followed by action, the EXACT action.

Uhuh~

I have nothin more 2 say. So, i’m just going to buzz off from ere k.

Goodbye diaries and hell-O pretty blogs…. mwahaha