Chinese Baju
Kurung:
Written
Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 20th September 2011, Tuesday,
7:16 p.m.-8:59 p.m., In My Middle Room
Ladies and
gentlemen,
I’m a Chinese baju kurung Malaysian;
Not to worry
for this isn’t a female empowerment,
This is just my
faithful and humble statement.
I grew up in
the city,
In a diversified
multicultural society;
During the
National Service I met my dorm mate, Siti,
She gave me her baju kurung without any complexity.
It’s a sign and symbol that
we’re truly Malaysians,
We don’t simply make races
assumptions;
Instead we have many
functions and occasions,
Too many holidays because of
festive seasons and celebrations.
The baju kurung is my first piece,
I received it in glee and
peace;
It’s yellow, fitting, and
suiting my skin,
After seven years I still
have it safe and clean.
I love wearing baju kurung,
What could go wrong?
We Chinese do also love
wearing sarung,
This kind of tradition has
been repeating for so long.
God and history are the ones,
who brought me up here till today,
I’ve successfully grown up
into a Malaysian lady;
But I sometimes have
headaches,
As I face heartbreaks and
heartaches.
Malaysia has too many races,
ethnics, colors, languages, dialects, and religions,
I think I look too good in my
baju kurung;
I’m not famous among the Chinese
and Christians,
People love looking at me
wearing tudung.
Since years ago,
I’ve been saying no;
To guys who aren’t my goal,
They may think my heart is as
black as coal,
But they should know that I actually
feel cold,
I’m not as bold as you think
I could;
For I can’t possibly mould,
Myself to be a sudden non-Christian
mode from head to toe.
Everyone comes from different
families,
So do you and me;
I’ve been warned about this,
I don’t want to be a
humiliation to my family.
My emotion color is unlike my
baju kurung,
That is very bright in
yellow;
You can see me still being murung,
Thinking about this I feel so
low.
Guys think Chinese girls are
open,
And somewhat easy;
They have to have their
thoughts re-sharpened,
And don’t say things as they
please.
I admit I’m a young adult,
I give and take everything as
my knowledge;
But I won’t put certain
knowledge into practical without,
Having the official first
night of the day I conduct my marriage.
If you think I’m that kind of
touch and go woman,
Don’t ever come to me;
I’m not like that and I’m just
a normal human,
And somebody’s future wife
and mother-to-be.
I don’t like it when you said
that I’ll be temporary,
Just for your own
satisfactory;
I’m not a candy sweet
factory,
My supplies and replies are priceless,
spicy, and contemporary.
Modern age doesn’t mean it
supports virginity free,
Some girls are still virgins
up to their degree;
So why would you want to
exploit that particular territory?
I know you want it for your
own beneficiary.
No use giving me roses and
teddy,
I’m protecting myself as a
virgin;
I won’t allow you to start
touching my body,
For I don’t want both of us
to sin.
If you loyally love me,
You won’t use me;
You won’t say you’ll dump me,
You won’t do something to
hurt me.
If you truly love me,
You won’t let me see;
You being hurt,
Out of your own flirt.
That’s why I can’t start this
relationship,
It can only remain as
friendship;
I don’t need to give people
showmanship,
Because true love is far
greater than a spaceship.
Like you,
I also think that mix
marriage is good;
But the sad thing is that
your love isn’t real,
You just want me as your
meal.
Even if it’s real,
I can’t make a deal;
Our differences are visible,
Too crystal clear to get me
into trouble.
I’m so sorry I can’t go
things your way,
Thank you so much for loving
me as you may;
I hope you’ll forget me day
by day,
Be energized and spirited
high with the ray.
Try not to care about what
people say,
Tell yourself that everything
will be okay;
Take this as a beautiful life
experience,
It’s your bravery that gave
you this chance.
After you left the scene,
I so need a break;
This emotion is so hard to be
seen,
As I seriously felt a major
heartbreak.
Don’t ask me again about my
love for you,
The problem is I can’t love
you;
I don’t deserve your love,
too,
Save it and keep it, please,
for somebody who can respond to it like you want it to.
You’ve given me a memory,
That’s extremely hard to
delete;
Every day I’ll carry,
Until my days are complete.
You aren’t the one to see me
age,
You won’t know which of my
organs will damage;
You won’t know when I’ll
suffocate,
You won’t witness my last
breath of the date.
Don’t cry for me if I leave
earlier than you,
God saves me from the view of
you;
Death will not part me and
you,
In Heaven I see you.
Because of you,
My future is unpredictable;
Because of you,
My worry seems to double.
No matter what it is,
This is my true story;
I’m born Chinese,
To God be the glory.
I’ve my only baju kurung with me,
A Malaysian forever I’ll be;
I like people smiling at me,
A Chinese baju kurung me,
I like it and proud to be,
A girl with pride and
dignity;
A lady with essence of
nationality,
A young adult citizen of such
characterism that is never lonely.