Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Mas was one of my closest friend when I was in the upper form. The first time I got to know her was when I had to sit beside her in the class. I looked at her and I was thinking,"Why am I getting this girl as my desk partner?!"
It turned out to be she was asking the same question to herself. She didn't like me for so many reasons. I can't blame her. She was nerdy - with her big spectacles and geeky folds of her tudung. She also used this colourful pins at the side of the folds and she carried a BATA sack.
I, on the other hand - did not fold my tudung, wore ankle boots and had tin pencil case with robot pictures on it. It was black in colour.
You can imagine if the pencil case fell on the floor. Nobody would want to sleep in the class:P
We were different.
I listened to English songs, she listened Malay songs. I loved calculations subjects and she loved reading subjects. I slept in the History class, she gave her full focus. She did all her homework, I did mine too - but I was not as hardworking as she was. I read Galaxie and she was reading URTV!
But we were friends. We learned to cope with each other and compromised. I was crazy about Blur at that time. So, everyday she had to listen to my "Woooooohoooo...when I feel heavy metal!". She didn't mind at all. In return, I had to listen to "Rinduuuuuuu...rindu serindu-rindunyaaaaa...."
My song: Song 2 from Blur
Her song: Rindu Serindunya from Spoon
One day, the English teacher called us.
"Sha, you must help Mas," my teacher told me. Mas was looking down the floor.
"Mas, you must ask from Sha. You're worrying me," she said to Mas.
"Her English needs to have some improvement. She is doing direct translation in most of her composition. Is it possible for you to borrow some of your books?" the teacher asked me. I nodded. I didn't say much to the teacher.
When we were alone, I asked, "Apasal kau tak cakap dengan aku? Tak perlulah sampai cikgu pulak kena cakap, Mas! Kitakan kawan!"
She said, "Aku sebenarnya tak faham apa yang kau cakap, Sha. Aku mintak maaf..."
"Kau tak faham?" I asked her.
"Ya. Bila aku dengar kau cakap, ada masanya aku kena guna kamus. Kadang kau cakap terlalu laju. Mesti tak banyak sikit, termasuk perkataan Inggeris. Aku tak faham," her face was red while she was saying that.
"Hari tu kau sebut...kau sebut..ap...app...shed!"
"Appreciate?" I prompted.
"Ya! Aku tak tahu itu binatang apa!" she nearly cried.
"Appreciate tu menghargai. Bila aku kata, aku appreciate kau, maknanya aku menghargai engkau. Okay?" I said softly.
"Tak ada siapa ajar aku..." her voice broke.
"Aku kan ada. Kenapa kau tak cakap awal-awal?"
"Malu apa?! Hmm...lagi satu, aku nak tanya kau. Macam mana kau boleh dapat 8A?"
"Aku nasib baik je, Sha."
"Tak, sebab kau pandai."
"Tapi, aku tak macam kau. Kau boleh tidur lepas tu score. Kalau kau buat karangan, berjela-jela. Tapi kau relax aje. BM senang, BI senang. Aku tak boleh!"
"Salah tu. Aku tidur time Sejarah, dan aku tak score. Aku tak boleh hafal macam kau. Aku bukan contoh yang baik. Pasal subjek bahasa tu, aku memang minat, kau tahu kan. Bukan sebab aku pandai," At that time, I was regretting all my actions. I knew I had to change.
I was determined to make her good in English. She was hardworking. I knew she could do it!
So, starting from that day, I translated every English word which came out of my mounth. I told her, I was learning myself and we had to learn together. I passed at least five to ten Sweet Valley Highs and Enid Blyton's books to her every week.
One day, she said this to me:
"Aku nampak kau baca buku tebal-tebal tu. Kau baca buku apa, Sha?"
"Ooo..yang tu. Itu buku Judith McNaught," I said with a smile.
"Boleh aku tengok?"
"Tengoklah. Kau boleh belajar banyak dari buku tu. Tapi bahasa dia berbunga sikit dari buku-buku yang aku bagi kau. Kena refer kamus banyak sikit."
"Kalau aku tanya kau?" she asked.
"Boleh. Tapi aku bukan tahu semua tau. Kadang-kadang aku salah. Aku pun belajar lagi."
She brought the books to the hostel and started to read.
"Sha," she called me while reading.
"Kau pernah baca Romantika Malam Pertama?" she asked me.
I gasped. Was it Mas who asked me that question? My geeky Mas?
"Apa benda tu?" I asked dumbly. There was no expression on her face.
"Macam buku Judith McNaught kau. Tapi dalam versi Bahasa Melayu. Cuma, tak terperinci. Maklumlah, artikel Melayu sopan sikit," she said.
"Tak. Aku tak pernah baca."
"Kau patut baca. Aku rasa kau dah cukup terbuka dan matang. Macam-macam ceritanya. Ada yang kelakar, ada yang sedih."
"Contoh?" I asked her.
Then she told me about a case of this newlywed couple. The husband bought a deep red negiglee for their wedding night. Then, they started their nights with pantun. The pantuns were becoming double meaning each time and in the end what they were expected and wanted finally became a reality. While they were making love, the wife felt biting on her toes. She thought the husband mouth was there but apparently the husband's mouth was on her stomach. The husband had only one mouth. So they switched on the lights and found a mouse near their bed. The husband wanted to play hero, so he chased the mouse with a broom. Suddenly, he heard,
"Kot iya pun pakailah seluar dulu." It came from his father-in-law. He was at the hall.
"Hehehehe..." I laughed and blushed at the same time.
Mas smiled with her geeky spectacles.
"Kau suka tak cerita aku?" she asked.
"Lucah!" I pinched her.
"Tak. Tak lucah. Cerita-cerita tu banyak pengajaran. Aku cuma cerita yang kelakar. Ada yang sedih. Apa kata kau cuba baca. Dekat surat khabar **** (a tabloid)."
"Mana kau belajar ni, Mas? Aku ingat kau tak reti benda-benda macam ni," she looked casual. I was the one who looked like a geek.
"Budak kampung. Bukan pandai Bahasa Inggeris. Takkan nak baca Judith McNaught macam kau."
"Janganlah cakap macam tu, " I was feeling disturbed by that statement.
"Aku dah baca ni. Ada soalan untuk kau."
"Haaahh...nak tanya apa?"
"Manhood ni apa benda, Sha? Aku tengok dalam kamus dia cakap lain. Tapi aku tak boleh nak masukkan dalam ayat ni..." she looked determined.
"Errrrrrr...." I stumbled there. I blushed to the roots of my hair.
"Kau malu ye?" she smiled wickedly.
"Haah!!!!" I shouted with a red face.
"Kau masih perempuan Melayu terakhir. Hehehehehe..." she laughed naughtily.
"Masss!!!!" I pinched her. She laughed louder!
She is my best friend. Until today.
Mas got C6 for her English. If only we prepared earlier, her English would've been better. That was definite. When we met for the first time after a year in college, she made so much of improvement, I nearly cried. I can still remember her sentence, "The behaviour is unacceptable." She learned. So, I don't believe the excuse of not being able to learn English if you're from the village or your parents are not speaking in English. That's rubbish!
I learned about Extra Virgin Olive Oil when I was around eighteen years old. I didn't know why it was called extra virgin. I mean, virginity is familiar when discussing women, not olive oil. I had this crazy ideas of the relationship until I read and watched the extra virgin olive oil. production in the television. It was not related to baby production organs at all:P
Geeky women are not extra virgin. Don't be duped with one's personality and apperance.
That was the lesson I got from my best friend, Mas. She was the only one who managed to make me blushed:P
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil comes from?