Showing posts with label daily grind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daily grind. Show all posts

Saturday, December 5, 2009

"Scandalous Lives of UChicago's Elite"

I have not slept in my own bed for the past 4 nights. Scandalous much, right?

It is in fact, a scandal in it's finest form, I tell you. I have been spending my cold nights huddled up in someone else's space, on someone else's bed. Wait, you're not going to tell anyone, are you? Please don't. I have to live up to my heavily Muslim name (Nurjannah Iman Syaqirene) you know.

What's that you said? I didn't quite hear you. Oh, you don't know what my name means? I don't know if I should tell you. Well, well, it's for me to know and for you to find out. Let's leave it at the fact that I probably don't live up to my good name as much as I want to.

Yeah, man, especially now that I'm sleeping with someone else.

Oh yeah, you heard me right. I'm simply enjoying my intimate nights with a certain someone. Someone by the name of Joe.

There is no more incredible feeling in the world than losing yourself in the arms of a strong man while he indulges your every sense. To see, to feel, touch, to taste, to smell. Uh-huh, we do all that, Joe and I.

Halt! Don't jump the gun just yet. I don't smell smell (or sniff, make of it how you want) him, his feet or that certain part of the human anatomy I'm sure you are thinking about. Nor do I touch whatever you think I do. You have despicable thoughts, sheesh.

What exactly am I intimating, then? Well, you know, the innocent stuff. To see is to look into the other's eye. To touch is to feel the warmth of the other sitting right beside you. To taste is . . . to literally, bite into your guilty pleasures of chocolates and sins. (Gotcha there, didn't I). And to smell is to smell another's presence beside you, just from the way his clean, crisp clothes smell, or the noticeble scent of his perfume.

But what I love most about Joe is that he understands my intellectual pursuits and the sacrifices I make for them. He doesn't mind that we are surrounded by obnoxious, loud people. All he wants to do is just blanket me with his warmth and whisper encouraging and sweet, sweet thoughts into my ears. It tickles me, feeling his hot breath against my sensitive ears. But it's a feeling like. No. Other. (to emphasize just how that feeling felt like no other).

For the most part, Joe accommodates my search for ideas and entertains my nightly thoughts about making a difference in the world. I talk, I type, while Joe sings and Joe writes. What does he write? He writes the most meaningful missives, left on tables after tables so that I can read his words and remember his presence wherever I go. He is romantic that way, you know.

Ah, what a fresh new world you show me, Joe.

Because of that, Joe, I'm devoting 5 more nights with you. 5 more nights with you, and I will soar high above the horizons as you take me to places I have never been, Joe. 5 more nights of just you and me. Yes, you and me, Joe. How can life get any better than this?

For all this, I heart you Joseph Regenstein.

Picture courtesy of forums.nutsie.com

His name, in full, is Joseph Regenstein Library, folks. Of course we play SAFE, need you even ask?

Disclaimer: Euphemism. Self-explanatory. The chirpy tone, and sensational foreplay? Nothing but a twisted version of the sad, (and really twisted) things I actually do and will continue to do at Joseph Regenstein Library. It's true I haven't been sleeping in my beloved bed the past 4 nights, though. I sleep IN Joseph Regenstein Library, indeed!

Thursday, December 3, 2009

What's Floating NJ's Boat?

Punca-punca keterapungan bot/sampan/perahu Nurjannah:
Masalah subletter? Setel!

Date: Thu, 03 Dec 2009 11:23:14 -0600
From: Rachel Belanger  
Subject: Re: 54th & Cornell, Jan-March 2010, $500
To: NJ

Hey NJ,

Is your room still available to sublet? I've explored a couple other options, and yours is my best one. It would be great to meet your roommate before totally committing, but I'm sure I'd be able to live with her. Let me know what's next...

Thanks!
Rachel
Gadis yang akan mengambil alih bilik saya benar-benar wujud, in the flesh bak kata orang putih; dan saya sudah pun bertemu dengannya dua hari yang lepas. It's a small world after all, kerana kami rupa-rupanya pernah mengambil kursus Environmental Studies bersama-sama.

Kami juga telah mengumpat tentang pensyarah kursus itu yang bosan lagi memualkan, Sir Peter Crane, (ya, he was knighted for his contributions to the Kew Botanical Gardens. Agak cool, tapi faktor ini will be discounted bila anda masuk kelasnya dan lihat kaca mata, pakaian serta intonasi suaranya yang boring).

Beliau adalah epitomi kepada segala stereotype yang wujud dalam kepala otak saya tentang kebosanan orang Inggeris (as opposed to Anglo Americans). Jangan tanya saya kenapa, but I'm averse to a lot of things British. Mintak simpang malaikat 44 jika saya perlu menonton wayang-wayang British. Sangat tak kuasa. Dahla gigi kuning and tak handsome (with the exception of Ed Westwick). And I digress.

Tidak akan menghadapi set masalah ekonomi dan statistik. Selama-lamanya!
Okay, I lied. Bukan selama-lamanya, only in my dreams. Well, sekurang-kurangnya buat 4 bulan yang akan datang. Juga ingin dimaklumkan di sini saya kini tidak sebodoh IT yang disangkakan kerana semalam, saya telah berjaya mengguna R, statistical software yang digunakan untuk kelas Statistik. Pada firasat saya, R adalah sejuta kali lebih user friendly berbanding Matlab. Pencipta R wajar menerima Nobel Prize. Terima kasih kerana membuat orang yang paling bodoh IT rasa pandai sebentar. By the by, kalau awak dah pernah nampak saya kecoh tentang ini, diam-diam sahaja. I've said it once, and I'm going to say it again, Statistics suck balls!

Berjaya mengecek Papanya untuk mendahului tambang perjalanan Cape Town ke Chicago.
Kejayaan ini telah dikecapi beberapa minggu yang lalu, melalui panggilan telefon yang sangat panjang, namun the euphoria baru kick in. Kenapa lampi sangat? Sebab saya baru sahaja short of $4000 setelah membayar yuran program ke Cape Town, dan apa-apa handout yang boleh disumbangkan adalah sangat bermakna kini. Of course, operasi untuk menukar cash advance ini kepada convertible loan/stipend akan dijalankan. Proses mengecek fasa 2 akan dilancarkan, jangan risau.

First fall of snowflakes on my shoulders
Maklumlah, awal-awal musim salju memang sexciting. Tunggulah 3, 4 minggu nanti when the novelty wears off, akan saya complain pasal sejuk nak mampus, inches of snow yang oh-so-annoying.

Now that you are privy to my source of transient happiness, you should know that hell awaits me. Sila wish me good luck dan beri sokongan padu dan jitu kerana saya akan cuba jadi Superwoman untuk buat (dan fail) segala-galanya. Nothing short than suicide, Kamikaze style!

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Salam Merantau

The roads to Jalan TAR are bottlenecked with cars transporting people young and old, male and female alike, who are there to shop till the cows come home. For the adventure-seeking, hot-blooded individual (like yours truly here), public transportation is the best alternative turned worst nightmare as it takes you traipsing along the trails of sin and spending from Masjid Jamek all the way to what was then called Batu Road.

I took to the wild city of Kuala Lumpur, scorching sun, impending rain and all, with the sole goal of claiming my grandmother's baju kurung from the tailor. The tailor was located rather unstrategically--right smack and center of the Hari Raya bazaar, close to Semua House. Naturally, I came back with no less than four plastic bags and a dwindling supply of the advanced duit raya I received from two aunts.

I emerged triumphant with the cutest slip-on tudung I'll probably only wear once, a striking green and fair imitation of the Rayban shades I cannot quite afford, three boxes of Pop-Pop (bought becaused I pitied the man, what else is new?) and another I<3KL t-shirt as a souvenir for whom?-I-haven't-quite-figured-out-yet.

So yes, I know it is the time of the year again as I bring my petite self across oceans of bodies that displayed a plethora of smells (BO being my least favorite). Raya songs were blaring on loudspeakers in the background while mountains of kuih raya were displayed under stuffy tents.

I wasn't fasting yesterday (for obvious and allowed reasons by virtue of being a female), so the feel of Raya did not really hit me until I was in the safe--not to mention cold--premise of the STAR to Masjid Jamek and PUTRA to Sentral (I took the transfers because 1.it was raining cats and dogs, 2. I was flat broke and couldn't deal backtracking on the bloody path of consumerism).

It is Hari Raya Puasa is Aidilfitri is Eid Fitri of the year 2009! It's also my third Raya as a college student without a Salam Perantauan in tow. This in mind, Salam Merantau is born.


Nurjannah Iman Syaqirene Ahmat mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri kepada keluarganya yang akan beraya bersamanya di Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia (wohoo, jealous tak you 'ols?). Seterusnya beliau yang mesra alam dengan panggilan NJ juga menyampaikan ribuan kasih dan sayang Aidilfitri kepada regularsnya yang sering ke hulu dan ke hilir bersama-samanya pada cuti summer kali ini (you know who you are).

Juga kepada sahabat-sahabat handai dan seperjuangannya di Amerika Syarikat, terutamanya di University of Chicago, University of Illinois-Urbana Champaign, Carnegie Melon University, University of Pittsburgh, Rochester Institute of Technology, Pennsylvania State University, University of California-Davis, Purdue University, University of Michigan-Ann Arbor, University of Wisconsin-Madison, Indiana University-Bloomington, Ohio State University serta rakan-rakan yang lebih tua dan sudah berkerjaya seperti kamu di Chicago, dan kamu lagi satu di Milwaukee (you guys know who you are). Salam sayang Hari Raya turut diluahkan kepada family-family yang baik hati terutamanya Kak Nana, Kak Ain, Aunty Jaz, Aunty Lin dan crew MSD Chicago.

Salam Lebaran tidak dilupakan kepada rakan-rakan di Australia dan New Zealand, terutamanya kamu di University of Queensland yang saya sangat rindui, dan rakan-rakan di United Kingdom (KYSERs di sana, teman-teman scholars serta orang random yang telah saya temui melalui dunia siber yang bersekolah di Dur-ham-I-tak- nak-sebut-Dar-rum), rakan-rakan di Russia (okay, seorang teman sahaja) dan Europe (Germany dan bekas-bekas teman sebilik Blok 2/504 Akasia saya di France).

Terima kasih dan seribu maaf dipinta kepada pendidik di SKBD, Sekolah Agama Masjid Saidina Umar Al-Khattab, KYS, ADFP INTEC (terutama guru Kalkulus merangkap Ibu). Saya juga sayang dan ingin mengirim kucupan Aidilfitri kepada 2 kakak angkat/kakak besar dan adik angkat saya yang gelap tapi masih comel serta junior-junior lain yang kian merata-rata juga. Di sini, saya turut menyusun sepuluh jari memohon maaf dan 'menyalam' aidilfitri kepada rakan taulan dan kenalan di UiTM, UIA, UTP, UKM dan USM. Walaupun kita jarang bersua, saya tetap sayangkan anda semua!

Last but not least, Selamat Hari Raya to you readers, random or not, followers or not, friends or not, and thank you. Yet another Ramadan has come and gone, and I pray that you're blessed with hope and happiness, health and faith and all good things that leave you warm and fuzzy.

Selamat!

Saturday, September 12, 2009

An "Inside Joke" Is Never Funny "Outside"

PJ, 11 September--NJ picks up the office phone authoritatively, putting on her no-nonsense, most professional voice. She dials for Richard Ng, with much gusto and style, punching the numbers as she reads it aloud.

Richard Ng is one man, one Malaysian man, who operates a cab. His business card reads: "Taxi service, from your doorstep to any step away; KLIA, Inter-city, Intra-city; Please call at least an hour before your trip."

NJ: Hello, Mr. Richard ah? I'm calling from Amnesty International in PJ.

R: Yes yes. What? NST what?

NJ: Oh, no no. Amnesty International, from New Town PJ.

R: Uhuhuh.

NJ: Anyways ah, I'd just like to ask you if we can reserve your cab for 2pm today? From 8 Avenue here at New Town PJ ah, Section 8, to Central Market. Well, actually not really Central Market lah, but Annexe. You know ah?

R: How you got my number?

NJ: Oh, I have your business card, a staff took your cab once. You said to call in advance, maa.

R: Ya ya. (Silent for 2 seconds) Oh, I ah, no longer do cab business ah.

NJ: Oooooh. (Silent for 4 seconds) Okay, nemind. Thank you ah Mr. Richard Ng. You have a nice day.

NJ to others in the office: Oh, Mr. Richard Ng has moved on to better things in life. He no longer does cabs.

(Office errupts in laughter)

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Kekasih Malam Rabu

Awak suka cari saya malam-malam Rabu macam ni kan? Saya tahu saya kurang beri perhatian pada awak kalau hari-hari lain, dan awak pun memang pandai cari ruang kasi saya terdesak. Saya sembunyi sepanjang minggu, tapi malam Rabu awak datang hantui saya. Hai, sampai bila agaknya perhubungan kita nak kekal begini.

Awak tau saya tak boleh nak kata tidak. Otak kata pergi, tapi hati membentak dan kata mari. Saya memang tak boleh. Tak tahan dan tak sanggup. Hendak tak hendak, saya layan jugak. Sebab saya pun ketagihkan apa yang awak boleh berikan, sebenarnya.

Hm, atau patut saya luahkan sebenarnya, saya teruskan perhubungan intim kita ini sebab saya masih tidak paham sepenuhnya diri awak. Saya nak kenali awak luar dan dalam. Saya mahu kenal awak macam saya kenal belakang tangan saya. Saya nak rasa perasaan syahdu bila sampai puncak klimaks itu, itu yang pasti.

Tiap-tiap kali awak sentuh saya, saya rasa macam kena kejutan elektrik bercas 7 voltan. Perasaan haru-biru, resah dan lemah semua terpa saya sekaligus. Saya tak tahu kenapa, memang kalau pandang wajah awak macam begini selalu, saya jadi bingung.

Degupan jantung tak payah cakaplah, memang pantas; kalah jaguh pecut Malaysia dulu, Watson Nyambek. Nafas saya? Fuh, jadi berat dan tersekat-sekat. Memang aktiviti-aktiviti bersama kita ganas. Ganas sangat. Dahsyat sangat. Saya tak tahu macamana nak terangkan kat orang segala apa yang telah awak lakukan terhadap saya; kesemua yang telah kita eksplorasi bersama.

Saya mengeluh. Saya menjerit. Kadang-kadang saya mengerang penuh pujaan, kadang-kadang saya mengerang perlahan dalam kesakitan. Saya cuba tukar banyak-banyak posisi dan perspektif. Tekak saya jadi kering, meskipun dah berbekalkan air botol dan coklat kegemaran kita bersama, Flipz. Saya pandang awak dengan tekun dan kerjakan awak dengan penuh taat.Tapi awak masih tak puas lagi kan?

Awak panggil pulak semua rakan-rakan dan orang kita berdua tak dikenali. Mula-mula kami beri layanan peribadi lagi istimewa, awak pulak mahu kami kerjasama puaskan nafsu dan kehendak awak yang seribu itu. Orgy kita memang meriah, sehinggakan kadang-kadang hampir semua orang di tingkat A itu nak turut serta. Setiap beberapa minit muncul bunyi "owh" dan "aah" panjang menyelubungi tingkat terkeji itu. Masing-masing ingat masing-masing dah puas dan sukses; semuanya dah beres.

Tapi saya tau awak pura-pura sahaja puas, atau acah-acah sahaja supaya kami gembira sebentar. Lepas itu, awak tunjuk kelibat awak yang sebenarnya dekat orang lain, terus semua orang hampa semula sebab awak masih nak kami berikan awak henjutan yang terbaik.

Harus saya akui, kalau awak dampingi saya malam-malam Rabu macam ini, saya gemar dengar lagu-lagu yang rancak dan catchy. Rancak dan pantas supaya saya juga boleh rancak dan pantas sehingga kita datang bersama, sayang. Hm, tambahan kalau lagu-lagu yang saya memang cintai macam "All For You" dendangan Sister Hazel, "Catch My Disease" oleh Ben Lee, "Be OK" dari Ingrid Michaelson, lagilah kaki saya hentak-hentak ikut rentak dan jiwa rasa lebih teruja untuk menguasai awak macam awak menguasai tubuh saya ini.

Tapi kenapa sayang, kenapa awak perlu jual mahal? Kenapa perlu awak buat hidup ini lebih sukar daripada yang sepatutnya? Kenapa awak perlu ada banyak sangat anu, sehingga saya kepala pusing nak fikir yang mana perlu saya dampingi dan rangsangkan dahulu? Awak memang pandai perangkap saya habiskan masa sekurang-kurangnya dari pukul 6 petang sampai pukul 2pagi dengan awak, kan? Awak memang.

Saya korbankan masa untuk bersama awak, tapi awak tak pernah beri ganjaran yang lebih memberangsangkan. Atau beri saya jawapan yang lebih pasti, jawapan yang lebih suci. Tolonglah, malam tadi saya rasa bangga dan gembira sangat dapat layan awak sorang-sorang untuk salah satu syarat awak yang melampau. 35minit untuk sampai ke penghujung cubaan kita, tau. Selalunya saya biarkan awak guna teknik pengunduran macam saya belajar dalam Biologi Tingkatan Empat sebelum dapat saya selesaikan.

Tapi malam tadi, entah kenapa saya biarkan diri saya teruskan. Jadi, harap-haraplah awak hadiahkan lebih tinggi dari 9.4/10 untuk prestasi saya. Saya mahu jadi unggul dari segi ini, sebab ini sahajalah yang dapat bantu saya teruskan kehidupan pada akhir hari.

Kalau tidak... Hmph, baik habiskan masa dengan kekasih malam saya yang lebih menarik.

Buat masa ini, selamat tidur kekasih gelap malam Rabuku.


p/s: Set masalah ekonomi lah. Kinky lah you!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Let Me PMS (in rojak again)

After a hard day's work, I wonder, is this all worth it? The time I've put in, the effort I've poured, the dedication I've demonstrated, are they justified? How would you feel if you've made yourself bibik for almost a year now, and the same vicious cycle go on and on? Mulut berbulu cakap, plan ni plan tu, but at the end of the day, semua kelam kabut. You guys (yes, I refuse to say we) are A-excellent at planning this and that, but at the end of the day, you don't follow through. Execution satu haprak tak ikut what you guys have promised to do. In the end, it's the same faces yang have to jadi kuli batak run around do almost everything.

Hm, to be fair, I don't mind doing the extra work. The issue is that the tasks were supposed to be done by somebody else. I've complained this one too many times, but I'm gonna say this again, I hate dealing with and covering up for N. She's always vocal about wanting to do this and that, aspiring to host so and so, but in the end she messes them up, really. The petition form she crafted was badly written or poorly proofread. There was one whole hanging sentence ". . and the people of Gaza "; like what the f?

Dia buat kerja last minute, tapi bukan nak buat betul2. I mean, I do last minute work all the time, but make sure you don't compromise the quality lah! Kalau setakat nak pull out a petition online, I could have done it for them! It was rather unprofessional having to write columns for "name, hometown, signature" on each individual forms. What more, it should have contained at least an email address to make it seem more legit!

And the others? Yes, let's bitch about the others. Mereka semua menghilangkan diri by the time the panel started, leaving K and me manning the booths. I didn't get to watch the biggest event UofC has ever hosted before because people completely got swept away with the program. 'Course, they also had friends from different universities come for the talk, so excited nak layan diorang lagi.

At the end of the day, it was S and I who had to do the clean up when everybody else magically vanished into thin air. Didn't they care at all about the petition we made everybody sign? Didn't they remember the money in the shoe boxes we plead people to donate? How about the signed letters to President Elect Obama they were insistent on having? Was it all for show? Let the kuli bataks handle the aftermath? Bloody shirkers diorang ni. Sumpah sakit hati, tak tipu!

S tu pun satu. Two-faced. She complained about hosting the event because the "MSA has never been politically active, and it's gonna look very Arab-biased that we're only doing such an event now". Not long after pura-pura chummy chummy dengan L and konon-konon excited nak kira duit in the donation boxes. Pleaselah, she was literally hiding behind me when this photographer for the Maroons came to take our pictures because she didn't wanna be associated with the event. Takut sangat ngan siapa pon tak tahu. Berani kerana benar, takut kerana salah lah! Darnit man, bengang gile rase macam nak gigit!

Another thing that I've been bottling up about S is the way she completely undermines my role and tasks. Or the way she rudely interrupts me in times when we're approaching people to sign up for events, buy tickets. She'd literally cut me off when I've started talking even when a person has specifically looked at me for the answer. How rude is that? It's not like there is nobody else for her to exert her "excellent people skills" on.

Besides, one person dominating the whole conversation and the obvious tension between us would look very unprofessional on our side. Eyh, move over lah bitch. Make room for this little ass. Kita buat kerja ni satu team, bukannya car salesperson or multi-level marketing punye orang yang kena lumba-lumba nak dapat commission.

Benci. Benci. Benci. Benci. Benci.

Hoooboy, just needed to get that out of my system. It's the PMS that's doing the talking. The tears should come soon. Don't worry, once the tears come, I'll forget this ever happened.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The Malady of Discontent (in rojak)

Hey you reading this entry, paham tak maksud penat? Penaaaat sangat. Like penat yang banyak kerja tapi malas nak buat because balik dorm dah malam sangat. And sakit kaki. Oooh, complain-complain sakit badan bunyi macam orang tua pulak. Padahal next 3 months baru nak masuk 2 decades hidup dalam dunia ni. Ehem, yes, that's a hidden hint if you read between the lines, memang sebenarnya nak promote my birthday. I used to do it out in the open, ingat-ingatkan papa lah, my brothers and sisters, and melalak kat dorm. But it's high time I curtailed my childish manners and start acting my age, huh?

Hm, but apakan daya, perlu jugak iklan my birthday since I can already predict the nothingness that will happen on that day. Complete hambarness. Itu adalah kerana minggu birthday saya minggu final exam ye, rakan-rakan. Aaaah, benci quarter system. Tahiness. Hm, last year at least ada jugak the Malaysians, plus my other Asian friends datang pull a good drunken prank on me, but this year, masakan berlaku 'cuz Jay Sern has moved to Regents. Eyh, tapi itu adversity tiga bulan akan datang. Let's talk about my malady hari ini, shall we?

This morning woke up with a severe stomachache yang stok guling-guling atas katil and curl up bawah selimut pon cannot take it away. Aha! What else can it be if not that time of the month? "Dah agak dah!" *read aloud in haughty manner, please* Dahla, you know, when you're not prepared for it, adalah extra steps yang perlu dilakukan. But basically, totally unnecessary kepenatan pada pagi ini.

Hm, physically tired boleh handle, but bila the mentally tired part comes in, cannot handle! So, to cut a long story short, let's just say I got into an Econ section that I'm not really happy about, and thus had to do some class shopping. (Class shopping, for those who have never heard of it, is when you sit in for a few different classes and decide which ones you like best and consequently try your utmost best to add/drop classes before Friday of the first week). Basically, I sat through 3 Econ lectures. The instructors were 3 different men of different ages and different dressings with yet very different approaches to teaching = pening kepala!

I have heard the term "technology" a gazillion times today, and "isoquants" and production costs, production functions but they still remain in a region so mysterious, and dark. Bukannya I'm complaining about the extra contact time (yes, that's good, I admit), but maksaalahnya (that's how my niece, Yaya says masalahnya), lecture diorang tak coherent langsung. And to stay or not to stay in my Econ section still remains a question. But there is one perk about staying in thy section: the instructor, Sebastien Gay sangat DILF ya. Ooops, sorry, if ada kanak-kanak bawah umur.

Of course, the 'Wreck-Nj's-Day Award' hands down goes to the MSA (Muslim Student's Association) meeting. It was a very long, very disorganized, very heated 3-hour meeting. But by far, this has got to be the most entertaining meeting we've ever had so far. Imaginelah, banyak drama siot diorang ni. The vice president resigned from his post, apparently he had a fallout with Mr. President badan lawa (yes, badan die sangat menggiurkan, punggung dia juga sangat comel).

Based on hearsay, they've been avoiding each other since end of last quarter; kereta park jauh-jauh, and VP jarang duduk bilik. Tadi pon, when the Mr. P announced VP's resignation, the former also snidely commented that "if VP wants to email us the reason or some sort of explanation, he would be most welcomed to". Drama tak drama? Boleh tahan diorang ni. Thought it was just Malays and their phDs or girls and their competitive spirits.

Hm, since this seems to be my wailing wall for now, let me just throw it in here skalik: I JUST WANNA SHOOT MYSELF or shove myself up some animal's ass sebab sebenarnya berbulu je nak buat ini nak buat itu banyak, tapi still very ignorant/uninformed about many, many things. I sympathize our fellow Muslims in Palestine, but do I really know what's truly going on? Jawapannya mestilah tidak. Siapa Norman Finkelstein? Siapa John Mearsheimer? Ali Abunimah? No idea. But Sami Al-Arian saya tahu.

Tapi tak cukup. How can I say my ultimate goal in life is to do community service when I know so little? Does it come with time and experience? Entahla buu (dalam hati harap ya). Tulah Nj, kutuk lagi Mat salleh ni "tak pandai sangatlah . . . Asians lagi pandai lah," tapi, the enlightened ones are very the enlightened. So, Nurjannah Iman Syaqirene Ahmat, sila habiskanlah membaca The Economist yang berlambak and mengumpul debu atas your bookshelf.

(Luahan hati kategori lain) Somehow, I can sense something building up inside of me. This is truly something I'd rather keep to myself, but I'll just beat around the bush, since I'm lonely here in Chicago, and who can I tell but that ugly reflection in the mirror (nanti orang ingat gila pulak senyum lebar kat diri sendiri) or squirrels (that even by now has retired to their holes and homes) roaming on campus? Tapi cukuplah that you know some days I burst with happiness, squeal with delight, and clap my hands macam orang terencat, while some days I carry on still, with the biggest fear of my life .

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Small Talk and Verbal Niceties, Please!

Loyola Red Line Stop, 2.30pm:

I was waiting for the #155 bus that would take me to Devon Street and wildly disbelieving the temperature since I was shivering to no end even though I have on wellies and my warmest down jacket. I shifted from leg to leg, and blew hot air onto my gloved hands while cursing the subzero temperature.

Suddenly, a Desi lady donning a black pea coat and head scarf with protruding henna-ed hair stood opposite me and smiled, looking like she wanted to make small talk. Having mastered the art of small talk, and kononnya very confident among strangers, I decided to relieve her of the torture and made the first step.

"It's very cold today, huh?".
"Yess. Werrry coll".










I made a show of trembling and stuffing my hands deeper into my down jacket pocket and violently shaking my legs to ease the numbness that was creeping up my toes. That was done for fully functional reasons as well as aesthetical (to further demonstrate my question-statement).

"So are you waiting (pronounced waiding) for the 151?".
"I'm an ESL student".

Aaah, her strong Indian/Pakistani accent betrayed her, and I could tell that, like me, she's not from around even before she misunderstood my question. To not embarrass her, I ignored her reply and asked again.

"Oh, yes, I'm going to Devon".

So we stood there for another 5 minutes, while I ceaselessly tried to forget the cold by rubbing my hands that was under my pockets, against my jeans.

The lady looks at me and after a long while exclaims, "You should realllly wear a long coatteh. I know children don't like to wear long coatt but you should really try it!".

I gave her a dirty look, just as the #155 pulled up to the bus stop, and just as she turned away.

*Aduh* Strike one for me.

Super Clips Salon, Devon St., 3.10pm:

I was lying on my back, stinging from the underarm waxing I just received and throat still dry from laughing since I am one sadly ticklish girl. Shahanaz, my waxer, was attempting to wax my legs then. She was a warm middle-aged woman who made me feel very much at ease and in that short amount of time we were already talking about my winter break plans, his son eating unhealthy junk food like pizza and fries (She'd be ghastly horrified if she heard about my diet during finals week) and our Thanksgiving sale catches.

"Aaah, no wonder those glamorous career women and rich mak Datins and Puan Seris all have a specific hairstylist from a specific shop; these sessions are heart-to-heart sessions as well", so I thought to myself. I vowed that instant that I was gonna quickly climb the ladder at wherever I'm working at and get a good pay so that I could afford monthly trips to the salon to receive this kind of pampering and indulgence.

Intermittently interrupting my thoughts were the "oohs" and "ouches" coming from my mouth every time she did her thang. *Sigh* A fantastic time in sunny Florida is all I think about to justify the pain I'm putting myself through. Since our conversation was coming to a lull, I felt the necessity for another session of small talk.

"This is only my second time waxing. People tell me that the more I do the more the hair doesn't grow, right?".
"No. The more you do, the more it DOESN'T grow".

I smiled to myself, wondering why these Desis can't seem to hear very well.

"Hehe, I'm quite hairy, huh?".

That was totally an attempt to continue the small talk, since I vehemently believe I'm not as hairy as Hairy Harry (pun intended) nor do I have man-like curling hair on my legs. Besides, the last time I tried that line on my waxer also on Devon, but at a different shop, she totally disagreed (exactly the reaction I was expecting).

But no. "Yessh. I can see that".

Sheesh, this woman must have standards of her own. Rather skewed standards though, since I'm sure, at the risk of sounding racist here, that Desis are very hirsute people, even the women. Isn't that why there are so many waxing salons in Devon, anyways??

Strike two.

After that blow to my ego, I kept myself busy by reading "The Paris Review Book of People with Problems" book I brought with me. That was, until she told me to turn around and lie on my stomach.


I obeyed her, and received another slap to thy self-esteem.

"Boyyy. Yourrr legs at the back even hairrrierr".

Strike three.

WTF. She must be jesting with me. There is no way I am hairier than she is. I don't think my hairiness comes close to any of the Pakistani/Indian people I've met. In fact, I know of a friend who waxes everything from her upper lip, to her arms to her tummy and legs. Screw the lady.

But she didn't give up.

"You want me to do your arrms as well? I give you 10 dollars, jii? Usuallly 15 dollars".

Strike four (Or I'm out, by now?)

#X55 Eastbound bus, en route to 54th and Hyde Park Blvd., 7.02pm:

I was sitting at the back of the bus, next to the window and thanking my lucky stars that the bus arrived just as I did at the Garfield Red Line stop that I didn't have to freeze my ass off in the cold. I was busy wiping the foggy window and peering outside when I caught a Black man looking at me.

"Whaadddupp, beautiful?"

Ah! Blissful words, his. Any given day I would have just ignored the comment and would have averted my gaze. But my self-esteem has been tempered with the whole day. I returned his glance and smiled widely. It took much self-restraint not to hug him and tell him he made a girl's day.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Regenstein Hari Ini

Jam 6.45 petang-- Keluhan panjang muncul setiap 10 minit di hujung bibirku. Entah mengapa sehari setengah sebelum hari peperiksaan baru ilham dan perasaan cemas itu datang. Sekarang, haa, aku terima padah kena menelaah balik kesemua set masalah bagi subjek Kalkulus Pelbagai Anu yang tampaknya sangat memeritkan. Hai, aku dah belajar Pengganda La Grange dalam Analisis Mikroekonomi Pertengahan tiga minggu sebelum belajar benda yang sama dalam kelas matematik ini. Macam tak guna je ambil kelas ini. Berpinar-pinar mata aku tengok integrasi tiga gandaan, gambarajah tiga dimensi, Yaakobian dan produk silang vektor. Penat-penat. Tapi aku puji diri sendiri dah buat nota yang sangat kemas dan komprehensif untuk 2 ujian sebelum ini. Sekarang tinggal baca dan praktis je. Yelah, sebab aku ni kan obsesif kompulsif sedikit, harus buat balik semua latihan baru rasa lega.

Hm, tapi biasalah, setiap 10 minit yang aku berkeluh tadi, setiap kali itulah mataku meliar ke sana ke mari. Awal tadi ada mat salleh yang sangat lah hencem duduk makan sandwic Subway depan aku. Sekurang-kurangnya dapat jugalah bangunkan diri dan cuci mata (walaupun terasa sangat-sangat terganggu dengan rambutnya yang perang gelap dan keningnya yang sangat sempurna). Orangnya nampak lemah lembut dan sopan, makan Subway takde bunyi krap krup krap. Aku pun tak makan Subway (yang memang konfem bersepah) sebegitu kemas! Wah, lagilah mata ini nak usha! Hai, malangnya hiburan hati itu hanya buat sementara. Dia pergi sambung tulis esseinya di komputer bertentangan meja kami, dan memang dah sehari suntuk aku tengok dia menghadap komputer itu. Ini mesti kes sama dengan hampir 90% penghuni di Regenstein di ambang peperiksaan ini: tiada keimanan dan semangat diri.

Memang perpustakaan Regenstein kalau tengah-tengah minggu peperiksaan ini, ramai aja penghuninya yang muka separuh mati. Aku salah sorang. Dengan beg, "kot bawah" dan selendang dicampak atas kerusi sebelah, kertas-kertas conteng bertaburan atas meja, bekas makanan ringan terbuka dua tiga (khususnya Flipz, pretzel bersalut coklat yang sangat uupmmh sedapnya), telefon mobil di tangan dan Ipod di telinga; aku epitomi pelajar UChicago yang skema. Padahal sebenarnya hanya suka buat kerja minit terakhir. Ala, di manakah syoknya kalau buat kerja terlampau awal kan? Lagipun, aku memang lagi menonjol kalau buat kerja saat terakhir, kerana perasaan perlu-buat, perlu-habiskan, dan aaah-penat-dan-tak-tahan-mahu-habiskan menguasai diri.

Hish, tapi, kalau-kalau dah tak boleh beri konsentrasi yang sepenuhnya, apa boleh buat? Takkan nak asyik-asyik semak peti mel-elektronik dan dengan perasannya baca blog sendiri berulang kali? Aku pasti orang lain yang tengok aku sekejap-sekejap pergi dekat komputer belakang tu tahan gelak aje. Haha, kalau aku jadi diorang pun aku gelak, gelak dalam hati sebab memang semua orang sama aja, suka bazir masa! Buntu, aku ambil jalan mudah. Rehatkan minda sambil buat kegemaran masa lapangku: usha keadaan sekeliling!

Aku lihat gadis gempal di sebelah aku tadi yang datang dengan seorang wanita berambut kerinting. Tadi muka dia macam stres sangat, pegang 4-5 buku yang tebal. Aku agak mesti kena tulis esei yang berpuluh-puluh muka surat. Huuuu, itu semua dah aku tempuhi tahun lepas, sekarang ni selamatlah. Hoh, aku pun ambik inisiatif jalan-jalan dengan tujuan mahu tengok telatah orang. Aaah, gadis-gadis yang ranggi pakaian mereka, lengkap dengan but UGGS, sibuk menyemak laman Mukabuku dengan macbook masing-masing.

Opocot, tak sedar pulak aku ada pasangan di bahagian depan, berhampiran dengan ensikoplodia ruang bacaan, sibuk bercumbu-cumbuan! Insiden yang jarang-jarang berlaku! Aku tak bohong! Sudah banyak kali aku bilang pada rakan-rakan bahawa universitiku memang tiada orang yang lakukan Tayangan Intimasi Umum. Ternyata aku salah. Oh, dan haruskah aku selitkan bahawa jejaka itu India, dan gadis itu mat salleh? Ini bukan kali pertama aku nampak kombinasi sebegini. Nampaknya orang India Amerika bahan hangat dan dicari-cari. Kata rakan aku sebab orang India Amerika sangat konfiden, ala-ala jantan sejati. Heh, pada fikiran nakalku, mungkin bulu-bulu dada mereka yang gadis-gadis ini cari, tidak lain tidak bukan!

Oh, sekembalinya aku ke meja, nampaknya gadis gempal sudah ada teman! Ghairah je muka dia baca nota sambil berpegangan tangan dengan temannya yang boleh tahan rupa. *Keluh* Memang jadi budaya kolej di mana-mana, berkepit dengan pasangan masing-masing. Pada akhir hari, rakan taulan ditinggalkan. Haha, nasib temanku (entah masih atau tidak) tidak belajar di sini juga, jadi aku tidak tergolong dalam "kawan lupa kawan kerna cinta".

Tak sampai setengah jam kemudian, bekas teman serumah (yakni sistem rumah, bukan apartmen) yang jalan mendada dan sangat menjelikkan lalu dan beriku senyuman sinis. Nama dia Jordan, macam kasut Air Jordan. Seharusnya memang kasut itu disumbat dalam mulutnya atau dituju ke mukanya yang bagai meminta-minta untuk disepak. Aku teringat kembali peristiwa dalam kelas Kemanusiaan aku tahun lepas dia buat dono je dekat aku dalam perbincangan tiga-sekumpulan. Die pandang rendah aku tak reti beri pendapat dan bercakap dalam publik! Hah, kesilapan besar! Aku boleh buka mulut besar ini, dan karya penulisan aku pun sehandal kau, tau! Tiap-tiap esei aku dapat A tau untuk kelas tu!

Dia datang dan pergi; aku sambung buat Matematik dan terganggu lagi. Aku toleh ke kanan, ke arah meja gadis gempal dan teman lelakinya yang bermesra itu, dan gadis itu rupa-rupanya sedang bersiap untuk pergi. Sejurus kemudian, aku pandang lagi sekali. Lelaki itu sibuk mengorek hidungnya dengan penuh syahdu! Hehe, geli-geleman. Tapi aku paham benar, kerana aku juga suka kopek kulit kering di telinga aku sambil belajar. Itu tidak kira dengan tabiat aku mengetap gigi dan main dengan rambut. Kalau dulu zaman-zaman aku ada kelemumur, aku suka kopek kelumumur (yang berkeping-keping astaga besar) dan jatuhkan atas meja sebab aku nak tengok berapa banyak yang aku dapat. Tapi aku tidaklah korek hidung di publik, rasanya itu terlampau peribadi. Tralalala.

Jam 12.15 tengah malam-- Sedar tak sedar, dah masa untuk aku pulang ke bilik. Alamatnya hanya berpoya-poya melayari blog orang, semak Mukabuku dan tidak sambung belajar jika aku balik. Tapi rasanya aku dah buat apa yang patut untuk hari ini. Besok takkan pergi (kecuali aku pergi dulu). Pakailah aku semula selendang, "kot bawah" dan kemaslah aku segala sampah sarap yang telah aku kumpul sejak pagi tadi bertandang ke Regeinstein. Ramai juga yang bergegas untuk mengejar bas jam 12.20. Sambil menunggu lif (kerana kami golongan malas tidak mahu turun tiga tingkat tangga), kami saling berpandangan, seolah-olah membisikkan "Aku tak buat banyak harini, aku tau kau jugak tidak. Nampaknya besok hari yang panjang lagi. Kau dan aku berdua. *Keluh*".

Ya, besok aku bakal tempuhi hari yang sama di Regenstein.

rahsia selepas (r/s): Minta maaf bunyi sedikit kasar gunakan "Aku". Rasanya "saya" tidak aka mendatangkan kesan yang saya mahukan. "Aku" bunyi lebih bersahaja untuk kisah-kisah mencuit hati sebegini, tidak begitu?=P Sebelum terlupa, di sini saya ingin mengucapkan salam Hari Raya Aidiladha buat semua. Pelajar-pelajar di perantauan pasti paham rasa tidak raya seperti yang saya rasakan ini. Terutamanya kerana ada peperiksaan menanti. *Keluh dan keluh lagi*.