my passion- writing not archi-ing....

     ok, just get rid of that low self-esteem problem... the only thing that i think i can do best is writing...(maybe?)...esp, in english but of coz with numerous grammar errors...hahaha

     thats why my favourite lesson would be english. in uitm, i wrote one story when the lecturer asked us to do free-writing. so, i decided to write something about my family with a little twiss here n there....titled - GRANDMA AND RACISM. i cant think about other titles... have any suggestions once u read it? ok, below is the story, kindly read it n simply make ur own comments... ok, forget the grammar errors coz im typing it with short-forms..hehehe

     GRANDMA AND RACISM

     i was sittin in my huge family gathering the other day with quite a few guys whose watches probably cost more than my t-shirt, and my grandma said something that really frosted my oyster. Sitting opposite me on the other side of the majestic oval table was a chinese girl with some other people who i couldnt remembered their names.

     "she is ur fiancee, Leen." Grandma said while pointing her wrinkly finger at the girl. i was pretty sure that she was talking to me by the way she looked at me. i was shocked but the others just smile knowingly. i doubted that the others didnt knew about it.

     this wasnt the first time she tries to act like a joker even though she usually dont laugh or even smile when the others joke. the other day in 2003, my family n i moved to malacca. guess what? my grandma wants to gather all her heirs back in malacca. it was the chinese new year's eve when she invited us into a huge family gathering just to have a dinner. it seems so awkward coz my family never celebrates chinese new year. i thought it was like a  normal dinner. the dinner ended with ttal chaos and disaster as she reveals her secretly kept announcement.

     "ive been keeping this little secret for a long time." then, she stopped n gasp for some air.

     "we r indeed, the family of cina peranakan. in other words baba n nyonya.."

     little secret? what a phrase to use. my mother who is he daughter-in-law of the family just moping silently. knowing the fact that i am half baba n nyonya really made me flummoxed. i was feeling very very very comfortable and proud of myself as  thought that i am pure malay.

     i used to be racist back in my high school years; a result of my annoying math teacher. i wouldnt give up my seat on a bus even for an old lady or even for a pregnant woman just becoz she was not malay. being a student in a school which practices rasicm rally made me a total jerk/scum. i guess i was totally morally bankrupt.

     now, that i know that the blod that runs in my vein is a mixture of clture; baba n nyonya, bugis n boyan, i dont have any reason to be racist to the others as i have learnt to be moderate, kind. everytime i plan to do something racist, i quickly remember that im apart of them, esp to chinese. even some chinese r good n kind to malay. so, why should i be racist?

     now that my grandma's gone i realized how much she taught me. like how not to treat other people badly.

-THE END-

     how was it? boring? whatever....anyway, the story remained half true. its normal for a story to have a little fiction yet also have the truth there. guess whats not? hehehe.... guess what? the lecturer comment was "its a joy n cause for celebration when people accept n care for one another, farhan... im glad yove come this far in ur experience n acceptance of our race." the lecturere was a baba n nyonya lady.......hehehe.. lovely too!