Tuesday, March 5, 2019
My Culture and Background
I was born and raised in Southeast Asia, Philippines. It consists of 7,107 islands and all(prenominal) one of them has each own dialect and tribes that lives in rural part of the bea. My mom is a Spanish Filipino and my dad is a Chinese. I embraced twain finiss with no problems. Both cultures molded me strongly with values, ethics, religion and economics. It plays a vital function of who I am now. Let me begin by telling you that in my country, the Spanish colony conquered the Philippines in 1621. Magellan named the archipelago in the honor of King Phillip of Portugal at that time.My great great grandfathers were baptized as a Catholics and was given Spanish names by them. Until now, this still exist. We adapted their dialect and even concord Spanish alphabets too. I and my siblings grew up in a very fastidious Catholic way and Dad would approved of it even though he is not a Catholic but a Buddist. Very conflicting, skillful? At early age, we were trained through various tas ks. I intimate how to slaughter a chicken at the age of 9. Then, I and my siblings lived in dormitory where our give instruction has one at that time. From preschool until my high school yrs, thats where I considered my second home.I studied in Chinese school and all of us were taught in a communist way. Example is we atomic number 18 not allowed to wear jewelries and the only thing that was allowed at that time is a watch. Then the hair shouldnt be longer than the collar of the albumin blouse uniform. The allowance was given by the matron . Then our time was being schedule every day. It was hard because we were trained like soldiers. It was a very loaded training for us. I was trained not to be late on some(prenominal) appointment. I was used to it until now. I and my siblings studied in a Chinese school. From Pre-K to high school.It is to educate us about Chinese lecture so that when we go to visit our Chinese relatives, we know how to communicate and understand. (If you p receptort know the Chinese dialect, you leave behind feel outcast from the family). For the approximately part, Chinese and Filipino customs argon similar to each other. Regarding the family values, it is a very strict custom that we should always take c are of our elders. Also, we are not allowed to talk back to them and if you say something when they are talking to you or reprimanding you, this is showing to them that you are dispaying attentioning them.Also, we adoptt have divorce in our country. Marriage is sacred on that point. We still have a courtship, engagement and a dowry. This goes for a brides price. I am a cultural diversity. It came a big surprise for me too when I came here in join States. I thought there is only one or two cultures mixed together but I was wrong. The culture here is all very much different or opposite rather than what I grew up with. It was a culture shock for me. People here dont hold or guard their tongue when they talk to you, unmannered by any means or praising you.They dont care about how you feel. They also have racial discrimination. This is totally a big conflict to what I am. For me, I was taught not to say any bad or disrespectful or even words that will hurt somebodys feeling. Then, how people handle their relationship here, its like nobody cares to save the marriage anymore. Couples fight in cost of money, child custody and infidelity. We worked hard to keep our marriage intact for the involvement of our family and kids. The vows for us is sacred. Our families dont like broken marriage, it is shameful to the family if there is one.And the most important of all, kids or younger generation dont know how to respect the elders anymore. They would call you with your first name even if you are related to them. Its like both of you are of the same age. These are all very disturbing for me. But somehow, I adjusted and respect it somehow. Accepting the way things or circumstances and blending with other culture and learning from it is a good way to learn more. But I wont depart from what I was taught and I am apt and contented the way I am.
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