writers' group

heylo again! honestly, i didn't plan on having another post so soon, but ...
see, i've joined this writers' group @ the BCC garbo library.it's pretty neat, we all write a short piece (around 700 words) on an assigned topic, then once a fortnight, we all meet up and share what we've written. going there, i now know that my writing skills are abysmal compared to some other members. :P
'twas mother who first forced me to attend this, but now i go along quite happily, coz it's great to share and edit your writing with others. plus, there's morning tea! :D (yeah, i'm a greedy pig, so what? shh ... :P)
but for some reason, mother tonight decided to gleefully force me to post up what i've written on this blog. i dunno why, but hey, no biggie.
this one's a 'setting described through dialogue'. enjoy!
cheers,
em. ^^

July 2011. my most beloved grandmother had passed away suddenly from lung cancer, and my parents and I had rushed back to hong kong to prepare for her funeral.
CLANG CLANG CLANG BANG BANG!!!
“Mother, go shut them up!” I hissed. “This is a funeral!”
‘What’s wrong?” asked my mother, seemingly oblivious.
“Are you deaf or something?! Can’t you hear some idiot banging around a cymbal? I can’t believe they’re being this disrespectful to the deceased!”
Mother tried her hardest to explain to me: “Em, they’re not being deliberately disrespectful to the deceased, that’s just the particular family’s way of sending off a loved one.”
‘WTF?! And now they’ve started chanting some unintelligible mumbo jumbo too! I don’t care how they send their particular loved one off, but how on earth are we gonna send grandma off well if they’re causing a ruckus like that?! Forget it; I’m going to go tell them to please shut up!”
Dad joined in the conversation @ this point. “Em, like mum said, they’re not being deliberately disrespectful. It’s just that family’s particular way off sending their loved one off into the next life.”
“Well, I don’t bloody well care how they send their family member off! But I can barely hear myself think; how the blazes am I supposed to farewell grandma properly with their bloody caterwauling?!”
The pastor that was going to lead grandma’s funeral approached my parents and I.
“Is everything all right?” he asked us.
“No, it’s not!” I snapped back at him. “Can you hear all the bloody ruckus the group next door’s causing? Don’t tell me you can’t, I know you’re not deaf. Why, some idiot’s in there, chanting in some foreign language, and they’ve decided to have band percussion practice inside there also, clanging away like that on those cymbals! I’ve had enough, I’m going in there and telling those disrespectful idiots to please get lost and go someplace else to do their monkey braying.”
“Sorry, Em, you can’t do that; the people in the room across from ours have as every much right as we do to farewell their deceased. But how about we pray about it? We can ask God to please silence their noise so the planned funeral for your grandmother can proceed ahead.”
Okay, fine, whatever. I closed my eyes and offered a quick silent prayer up to God. “Hi God, I know that you and I have some differences right now, but could you please do me a huge favour and silence that rabble out there causing enough noise to wake their dead? I understand that it may be that particular family’s way of farewelling a deceased person from their family, but I’m finding it incredibly disrespectful. If you could please silence their noise, or lower it considerably, or get them to move somewhere out of my earshot to begin their caterwauling again, I’d be exceedingly grateful. Thanks, God. In your name, amen.”
*after the funeral*
“Mum, dad, thanks very much for singing ‘Amazing Grace’ with me for grandma’s funeral today. I hope we sent her off well.”
“I reckon we did, Em.” Mum replied, “I’m sure grandma’s up in heaven now, looking down at us with a great big smile on her face, very happy with the sending-off she received from us today.”
“And there’s one more thing to thank God for,Em, “ my father added, “how, about five minutes before grandma’s funeral was about to begin, all that banging and chanting coming from next door stopped and we were able to send grandma off well.”
Yup. Thanks, god. 
P.S. next post here ... umm ... when were janice getting married again?