Monday, May 08, 2006
{ 7:33 AM }
There was a little girl who at a very tender age was swooped of her home soil and brought to another land of wonderful golden mosques and tax free government rulings. She was educated by the wisest teachers and had wonderful playmates. She knew nothing of the country in which she was born, as far as she was concerned where she was was fine for all that mattered. Life was peachy, just peachy.
On her 18th birthday, her parents told her that it was about time for her to return to home soil to discover her true identity, to understand the land and culture of where her parents were brought up, to experience first had what it means to be a Malaysian.
On the year of her 19th birthday, she was sent back to home soil. Upon touch down, she felt a roller coaster ride of emotions; excitement, eagerness, joy, sadness and fear. She quickly made new friends who reminded her of her old playmates and were just as wonderful as they were. She had new wiser (not too sure bout this point, but just for story's sake...) teachers.
After a few months of being on home soil and breathing in the whole culture of her land (which was not that different from her old land anyway) she finally knew what it felt like to have that sense of love for her country (at this point of writing i sense myself cringe over the last statement), to be amongst people of her own kind. In other words, she felt patriotic.
You know what sparked this sense of 'patriotism'?
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The Thomas & Uber Cup 2006 in Japan where people were hanging on to hopes of wanting Malaysia to win it this year, but sadly didn't. They made it to the semi finals, losing to Denmark. But point of the story is, the girl found her sense of patriotism, along with all her other playmates who were devastated by the fact that they didn't win thus ridding the possibility of them having a celebratory, champion holiday. But China won, and the girl didn't feel to horrible about that 'cos she herself was Chinese. (LOL)
Non the less the girl was proud of herself and a job well done. She wrote back to her parents explaining her delight. And they were so proud of her.
-The End -
This is a fictional story for your reading pleasure, author will not be held responsible for any misinterpretations or whatsoever insults you could have possible received
Oh, I forgot to mention that this girl had the personality of an angel. She was just the nicest girl you could ever imagine and adorable too. Not to mention sweet, understanding, genuine, selfless, caring....