A foreigner (Part 1)

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36367992.post-23948301437021501742008-04-04T01:08:00.005+01:002008-04-05T13:43:40.822+01:002008-04-05T13:43:40.822+01:00A foreigner (Part 1)I'm sure even for those who've been born here (i.e. BBCs - British Born Chinese) are all classed under Chinese no matter what passport you hold. Well, as a foreigner in another country, a whole different culture you've got to make yourself 50% better than the natives in every single way. You've got to work that bit harder, you've got to be that bit stronger and you've got to show these people you've not only mastered their language and culture but still willing to keep hold of your own. And that's what people always forget. They might want to forget this fact, they might want to reject this social label. But they could never hide away this fact, this reality. At the age of 5, I've left my roots behind in Wuhan, China. But now I've gradually finding it back. With the help of strict family rules and traditions. I've always knew I'm forever Chinese and I'm rather proud of that. People that I've met throughout these years have been telling me how amazing they think my childhood was. Yes, it is fantastic. I learnt a lot and maybe became a little bit more mature than some people of my age. But whys that? People seldom take into account that I've had so many tough moments in life. Being the first Chinese girl in Doha, Qatar. Attended 2 British Primary Schools there. Being the first Chinese girl in the Country gave me the honour to raise the Flag of China. That's all great. But has anyone realised that being the only and first Chinese in a whole new environment at that time was pretty scary? People will be curious why I had such black hair (as my hair is rather darker than the majority people, so it made it even more obvious), why I had dark brown eyes, why I spoke a strange language to my parents, why this, why that. Of course, sometimes you do get bullied in some ways or two. So at the age of 5, I realised that I had to be better in every single way than these people. After about 4 years, my family moved to HK and another adventure begins. Mentally, life did not get any easier. You would think it would right? But no, although HK is part of China now, it wasn't when I was there and I left HK when it became part of China. The transition period - was another war to be fought. And my life story continues... stay tuned.jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543559145385493279noreply@blogger.com6