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How does you race, religion, nationality,

gender and culture define you?


If we were stripped of our day-to-day activities, would you just wander around
aimlessly, or would you default to the things that have been ingrained into our brains since
we were little? What defines you? It could be your job, the fact that you are an A star
student, a parent, or maybe it could be the things you love like your car or your impressive
record collection. The problem is, what happens when you lose it? Lose your job, your kids
grow up and move out, then what? When you define who you are with what you do for a
living or the objects you own, its temporary. Identity is fragile.
For me, my race, religion, nationality, gender and culture define me. No one can tell
you that you are not something you are; that is to say, the things that define who we are
cannot simply be taken away because we do not meet their expectations. Peoples
expectations say more about them than it does you.
I am Chinese. But I am not from China. Skin colour is only skin deep. The genes for
skin colour have nothing to do with athletic ability, musical talent or forms of intelligence.
Unfortunately in Malaysia today, almost everything is race-based, which makes me feel
unhappy. Race isnt biological, but racism is still real. Race is a powerful social idea that gives
people different access to opportunities and resources. The government and social
institutions in Malaysia have created advantages that disproportionately channel wealth,
power and resources to bumiputras, the Malay and indigenous people, which make up
roughly 61.4 percent of the total population.
For instance, in my cousins school there are quotas on how many Malay, Chinese
and Indian students are to become prefects. The idea shocked and angered me further
when I found out that out of the twenty positions, only three Chinese students are allowed
to become prefects, whereas twelve positions are reserved for Malay students and the
remaining five for Indians. She goes to a government school, undoubtedly. I feel grateful
because I study in an international school, which does not follow such principles. Race-
based quotas, a highly politicized and controversial issue, exists in university admissions also.
I am also a Buddhist. But not a strict one. My immediate family does not have a
prayer room or even an altar. Usually, Buddhists pray to specific gods or deities and give
offerings as a daily routine in hopes of getting what they hope for, or sometimes doing
something in return. Some Buddhists do not eat beef because they pray to the Goddess of
Mercy, who regards the bull as a sacred animal.

To my family and I, Buddhism is not about what you put into your mouth, but rather
what comes from your mind and heart. As far as I know, a person who claims to be a
Buddhist and does not consume beef can also indulge in unnecessary many other things,
most of which are not abiding to the true teachings of Buddhism. We do, occasionally, visit
the temple for blessings. We go to the temple in Ipoh, where my aunty and cousins live. The
temple is very smoky but we endure it and kneel down in front of the idols of the gods and
deities to pray, asking usually for good results, to be in the pink of health and generally good
wealth. After that, we stick a few joss sticks into a metal bowl. Sometimes, my parents, with
the assistance of a temple monk will use a slipper to hit a charm with the name of
whomever they think might be preventing business deals to fall through or cursing them, in
some way. Sometimes I do not believe in such things actually working, but I think my
parents do it because it might somehow alter their luck.
My father is, or rather was, a Christian. He went to church every Sunday when he
was younger. His sister married a priest and they are very conservative. I am lucky in the
sense that my father does not take religion to the extent that we are forbidden to say
phrases such as Oh my god or God knows, like his sister. I am very certain that her own
children say that. This is not something she can control because we live in a different age
now and the world is constantly changing. I think she should adapt to the current culture, or
risk being seen as old-fashioned and not open minded. Back to my father, now he considers
himself a Buddhist. He no longer goes to church and goes to the temple, with the rest of my
family.
I do pray, but rarely, sometimes when I am in desperate need of something,
although not to any particular god, in hopes of the god wherever he or she may be, hearing
my prayers and fulfilling them. I believe in karma too. When something bad happens, I tell
myself that it happens for a reason. Maybe because something good is on its way, or
because the Supreme Being is punishing me for something I did previously. I think of it as a
balance of nature, because nobody can have it all.
I have been to church when I was younger, not because my parents made me but
because my friends went. It was quite fun while it lasted. Many activities were conducted
during Sunday school, as they called it. Such activities were singing, playing games, drawing
and reciting bible verses. Admittedly, I sometimes believe in Greek gods. I find it cool
because they are special. Maybe I find them so interesting because these beings are
publicized and are often said to have mythical powers and go on quests and such in the
movies and books. All in all, I think that I might be still finding myself in the religion
department. But for now, Ill still consider myself a Buddhist.


Seeing as my name is Samantha, I am unmistakably female. Some people may call
me girly or feminine but I think I can be tough if I want to. I am not generally a loud person,
unlike my close friends. They are treated like boys by other boys. Im not saying that I dont
accept that, but I think I prefer being treated like a girl. I do not mind gender stereotypes
because for the most part, they are true. Gender is defined for us at birth, but how much
you become like the gender is down to how much you choose to follow it. I am strongly
against anti-gay and anti-homosexual beliefs though.
I trust that many people in my generation accept that culture and do not
discriminate lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) individuals. There was a recent
case of a Muslim gay man in Malaysia says he fears for his safety after speaking about his
sexuality in an internet video that attracted online death threats and accusations by
religious authorities that he is insulting Islam. I get angry after hearing news of the
government acting irrationally towards these individuals. However, the government insists
that this comes under the Islamic Law and such acts are a disgrace to their religion. I, myself
would like to participate in rallies against anti-LGBT activists next time.
Being a Malaysian does not affect me in any way. I do sometimes feel embarrassed
by what our country has done in the past. Petty issues are often made big and raise
eyebrows around the world. I do not want our country to be famous for its many
controversies. Politics is also another factor because many politicians have become corrupt
and greedy for money and power. They abuse their power for their own benefit and end up
in scandals, which take even more money to cover up.
Last but not least, culture does define me. I, as a Chinese celebrate Chinese New
Year with my family every year. It is our tradition to pour and offer tea to our elders. We
have yearly gatherings in my relatives houses. We gamble and eat, like most families do
during that time of the year. Sad to say, our culture is heavily influenced by the Western
society. This happens because of our exposure to their culture through television, radio and
movies. Fads are spread quickly with the access of the Internet. For some reason, the
Americans will always be held with a higher regard than the rest of the world. They consider
themselves a global super power and can control everything. Our way of speaking, style of
dressing and thinking has become more like the westerners. In a way, I feel disappointed
with the loss of a part of our culture but this change is inevitable.
In conclusion, I think that as we grow older, we learn and tend to recognize what
defines us more. Our priorities change and, in tandem we change ourselves. We must not
be quick to judge because looks are not everything. I think our experiences also play a role
in defining who we are. We remember the good as well as the bad side of things, so every
day is one part of our long journey to finding ourselves.

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