I asked myself, who am I? I told others, I am a Chinese girl, born in Malaysia, who can speak Cantonese, which is my mother tongue, can speak, read and write in English and Bahasa Malaysia, which is our national language, but I cannot write or read Chinese. What? You are Chinese but you cannot understand Chinese? Well, I am what the people in my country call, a banana, i.e yellow on the outside, but white on the inside. I am not that bad, at least I can still speak Cantonese and can speak a little bit of Mandarin. Not all Malaysian Chinese are like me. There are many of them who went to Chinese school and get "Chinese-educated". My parents decided to send me to government school, so I am "English-educated". I have met some Chinese yogis and they said, come back to China. Well, Malaysia is my country and I am proud of it. They asked me, how am I a Chinese but also a Malaysian? To them, a Malaysian must be a Malay. It's very peculiar for them to hea...