The story of a Malay in Singapore highrise

I was born 48 years ago

I move from job to job

For each the definition of being a Malay changes



As you know the academics fights over this definition

but they forgotten the instruction the Creator



that I do not make in tribes thou but of

one purpose -- that you teach and learn the weakness

and the strengths



and to add

their likes and dislikes



for perservering in such endeavours

will in the happy end

harboured you with the elusive secrets of

the Malay race



For each job that I took opens

with relook at the way it means

to be a non Malay and a Malay

and there is I see only beauty



Look at the Straits Chinese and the Indonesised Chinese

how hauntingly beautiful they are

with the humility of the daint and the sharpness of

their empress minds of Old China

so I felt



Now as to the first job.



I became a nurse.

I met a friend called Terry. Terry is old short.

But has a beautiful mind.

We discuss alot about races

He called mine the lazy lots.

I called His the shrewd that we stay away.

But all we do in love.



Without Terrys skin, he is closest to my hearts.

For talk about our fears our dreaded fears at the school

of nursing.



From him I begin to see the meaning of being a Malay.

Is it just skin deep. Or is it something else.

Now in order to accept him we went on endless hrs together



and the malest of male places

for according to him.

I shant say

but he did say

that there is a function of life which worship all.



That I shant say

since the Uniform of being Malay

I shant say but I believe

there is a commentary from Malay

ulamaks of every station in life.



including how a pair should function.

till death do us apart.