I am Australian-born Chinese. This has never been as clear to me as when travelling through many different countries - within Asia, crossing into Europe, down through the Middle East. Having local sellers shout "ni hao" or "konnichiwa", and foreigners slowly enunciate "you - pass - water?" while miming getting a bottle from the fridge. Every time, in every country, they're surprised when I answer in fluent English. Some people still assume I'm just great at picking up languages - like the guy in China who asked if the Western tourists I was with were teaching me English, and the American checkout clerk who complimented me on my excellent English.
![]() |
| Dubai Mall - who's more Asian? |
I was born in Australia - the lucky country. From a hard-working family that spent $60 a week on groceries for all four of us, to being able to pay for a year abroad largely out of my own income - we've come a long way. I'm lucky. I'm lucky to have so many opportunities; to be free to travel and to choose my career path, my partner, my government, my sexuality, my opinions, my future; to have so many resources, from a great education to similarly free and advantaged friends to financial support from the government or my family should I need it.
I grew up completely whitewashed, celebrating Christmas instead of kowtowing for red packets. It took half my life to learn to eat chili and use chopsticks properly. I pay myself out constantly and love some dark-humoured sarcasm. And given the choice between a squatter or a seat, I'll take the seat any day.
But I am Chinese. This associates me with many stereotypes, some of which I embrace openly (I'm a terrible driver as the Omani people discovered, and I'd totally order a side of fried grasshoppers) and some of which I try desperately to distance myself from. I hear complaints from friends and strangers alike - "Chinese people are pushy and rude. Chinese people are so loud. Chinese people always stick together and are so hard to talk to."
Of course stereotypes usually have a good basis. After all, with 2 billion people in China, often the only way you get things done is by being pushy and prepared to ignore your surrounds. I hate the fact that queuing in China is meaningless, but I'm pretty sure the locals milling around don't love it either - it's a way of life. I used to get frustrated by people walking into me without even an apologetic glance, until it occurred to me that you just can't walk around every single person there. And hey, whose family and friends aren't ridiculously loud when they get together? (As for travelling in packs, see the last paragraph of ranting.)
![]() |
| Being Asian on the Japanese floor of Bangkok's Terminal 21 shopping mall |
![]() |
| And you can't deny, Chinese food is bloody good! |
I'm proud of my combined upbringing, but in all honesty, I'm still coming to terms with it. While travelling, I corrected people who asked if I was from China - "My family is from China, but I was born in Australia." Why does this feel like a correction rather than an explanation? Heck, I am proud of my claim to a nation renowned for hard work and high intelligence, one that I think is currently achieving the true goals of the so-called American dream as its people determinedly forge their own paths to better futures - simultaneously pulling China from developing country to world power. I'm proud of having cultures, traditions, history, academics that reach generations into the past - there's always more of my heritage (and language, sigh) to learn about.
I'm still figuring out the finer details. But when people ask "where are you from?", I've decided to start introducing myself as "Australian-born Chinese", and take full ownership of my identity. Maybe it's a subtle distinction, but it feels less like I'm distancing myself from being Chinese. Stuff the negative stereotypes - the second I open my mouth, people know I'm a whole other kettle of fish anyway.
Speaking of negative stereotypes, just a little advocacy for the (Asian) international students out there - don't give them such a hard time. Yes, they travel in packs and speak their own language - but if you were young and leaving home for the first time to study in a foreign language, wouldn't you need something familiar once in a while, a group of people you can talk to without pausing to think of the right word every few minutes? (The answer is yes - you'll see it with people speaking every language; there just happen to be noticeably more Asians. 2 billion, in fact.) No, their grammar isn't perfect, so don't get them to write the paper unless you enjoy proofreading; but there's always brainstorming and research to be done. Maybe the Business School's diversity lessons have brainwashed me, but I'm all for finding and using the skills that they definitely have and are keen to provide. Most international students have not spent tens of thousands of dollars and left their families behind to half-ass their way through university (higher education that many locals take for granted).
Anyway, I digress. Except for a minor disclaimer - I'd like this to be as persuasive as possible, but at the end of the day it's just me getting some travel-inspired thoughts on (virtual) paper, rather than speaking to an audience. I found this blog a few days after drafting mine out, which is a much better-written essay on the topic. And for more lighthearted viewing or another way to procrastinate, try this slightly relevant video.
Anyway, I digress. Except for a minor disclaimer - I'd like this to be as persuasive as possible, but at the end of the day it's just me getting some travel-inspired thoughts on (virtual) paper, rather than speaking to an audience. I found this blog a few days after drafting mine out, which is a much better-written essay on the topic. And for more lighthearted viewing or another way to procrastinate, try this slightly relevant video.

















































