Heritage.

Culture is beautiful. Everywhere you go, no matter what your race is, no matter what your beliefs are...regardless which religion you worship, we still have one thing in common,Culture.

"To sum it up: Culture makes use of artefacts and rituals to pass on notions of identity. These resources of identity sustain structures of feeling that organise and make sense of everyday life. It has to do so under the extraordinary pressure of the modern division of labour,which fragments people's experience, such that people are always having to negotiate with each other a culturalpolitics that allows different bits of identity to coexist. Sounds impossible. But it gets even harder when culture finds itself circulated and negotiated not just through media that can simultaneously reach millions."

As for me, culture means a whole lot more than a way of living. Culture is...something you grew up with. Something that lives forever. Something that we should be proud of.

I come from a really big family with, trust me, a hell lot of cultures and languages. First of all, my dad is half Iban, half Chinese. His mom is Chinese, whom migrated all the way from China,which I have no idea which part, and his late dad, my late grandpa was an Iban. They somehow love to believe that we are Rentap's (some Iban warrior) great great great grandchildren. haha.

Speaking of which, my mum in the other hand is half Indian(Nasrani,Malayalee,Punjabi) and half Bidayuh. Her dad, comes all the way from Kerala, India and managed to get a Malaysiain citizenship after marrying my Bidayuh grandma back when we were all still non-existent.

Lets just put it this way....

This is basically My dad's side....

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Then, this is my mum's.

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Equals to....
Something like this.

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Wonder no more y'all. Thats where I got my semi-weird look from...?? But you must be weirder aren't you??haha. Kiddin.

All and all, I love my culture and I am proud of what I am. It makes the world go round.

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