Le Banana

It's a bonus today because I'm so bored at 0017. So here's the story of how I'm a Banana. (A typical term used to refer Chinese who can't read/talk/write in Chinese. Fyi, I can speak but read only a little. I can't write anything other than my Chinese name. To simplify things, the yellow banana peel symbolises a Chinese, inner white fruit signifies a Caucasian)

I do receive Chinese education ever since I was in primary school. But I failed horribly during Primary 4 and had to repeat the same syllabus in Primary. In the end, I gave up. I despised Chinese Language at the age of 11. And to make things easier for my life, I made a horrible excuse of claiming I can no longer withstand failing the subject and it will affect my upcoming public examination in Primary 6. Seriously lame, I know.

Life went on fine for me without studying the language until I moved to Sibu to continue my secondary education. Around 90% of the language is being spoken and 40% being written because the majority of Sibu's population are Foochow Chinese. Don't even think about flirting or communicating because SMS-es are written in Chinese generally. And I get laughed at most of the time because of my funny pronunciation or my incomprehension of what has been spoken.

Slowly, I learned to speak correctly step by step. And started to recognise a little Chinese words. Just enough to type a simple text message. Until today, I have no intention of mastering the language. The sad thing is, my little brother is better at it than me. Cause he realises the importance of the language. (To communicate with the opposite sex, I'm serious.)  

And so... That's my story. How about you? Are you a Banana? Share with me your story. :)