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Malaysia is a multi racial country consisting of Malays, Chinese, Indians and numerous indigenous people.

Malaysia is like two countries in one, cleaved in half by the South China Sea. While peninsula flaunts bustling cities, colonial architecture, misty tea plantations and chill-out islands, Malaysian Borneo hosts wild jungles of orangutans, granite peaks and remote tribes, along with some pretty spectacular diving.

If there was one thing that unites all its pockets of ethnicities, religions and landscapes, it’s food. Between the Chinese-Malay ‘Nonya’ fare, Indian curries, Chinese buﬀets, Malay food stalls and Dayak specialties, with some impressive Western-style food thrown in for good measure and I thinks the travellers will never go hungry here.

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Around the world we have seen many countries with their beautiful cities.New York is known for its Statue of Liberty meanwhile France is known for its Eiffel Tower.Each countries have their own specialties.Today,we are going to talk about our multiracial country,Malaysia.Malaysia is one of the most known country for its multicultural,multi-ethnic and multilingual society.Besides that,Malaysia is also one of the most beautiful and fascinating tourism destination of South East Asia . One of the most famous skyscrapers in Malaysia is the Petronas Twin Tower. Tourists and travellers from all around the world are able to try new varieties of food and experience our multicultural country experiences.

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How can a multiracial country survive for centuries?

Many of them said that it's the culture but the reality is the food that unites us all. Although we may have differences in terms of our traditional food yet, we are willing to try something new everyday.
In easier words, we call them Malaysian cuisine.

Malaysian cuisine consists of cooking traditions and practices found in Malaysia and reflects the multiethnic makeup of its population. The vast majority of Malaysia's population can roughly be divided among three major ethnic groups: Malay, Chinese and Indian. The remainder consists of the indigenous peoples of Sabah and Sarawak in East Malaysia, the Orang Asli of Peninsular Malaysia, the Peranakan and Eurasian creole communities, as well as a significant number of foreign workers and expatriates.

One of the many Malaysian cuisines is Nasi Lemak.

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As I across the sea,the memorable moments during the last past years come approach me back.

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i am me :*

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If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

My restless analysis of this question began with a haircut.

Over the summer, I cut off 12 inches of my hair. With each inch of hair removed, a year of burden lifted and a sense of self was gained as the farewell to the hair transitioned into a welcome to authenticity. Somewhere, underneath all that hair, I found myself. Suddenly, I could look into the mirror and recognize, and truly like, the person staring back at me.

Then came the first time: the first time a woman angrily questioned my presence in a woman’s bathroom. I politely corrected her: yes, I was wearing a tie and long shorts, and yes, I did have short hair, and yes, I was still a woman. She begrudgingly accepted it.

Then came the second time. And the third. And countless times after that. And then I wasn’t so polite. Then, I wasn’t so willing to cater to the ignorance of conformity and tradition. I’m a woman, I kept telling people. The number of times I had to utter that statement became directly proportional to the number of times that I felt truly awful about myself. “I’m a woman” became the refrain in the song of my life, a song characterized by a constant crescendo until the noise became simply unbearable.

The recurring bathroom incidents, in which my gender presentation turned presumably decent people into angry, upset people, made me become one of them, as I turned against myself and became angry and upset. What difference did it make that I was a woman if no one recognized me as one? If the tree of my identity was falling, but no one was around to hear it, was I really making a sound? And why did other people have so much power in defining who I was? The need to be acknowledged became simultaneously so urgent and so elusive. I was confronted with two options: conform to traditional notions of womanhood to have my identity as a woman validated by others or dedicate myself to redefining what it means to be a woman. I chose the latter.

But there is this fear that I will carry with me, maybe for the rest of my life or maybe just for the next few years. The fear is the one that rests on my shoulders and neck, that makes my head hang low and my shoulders cave in and all but crushes me. It is that drop in my stomach, that moment of uncertainty about the future, when I hear the opening of the door while I’m in the bathroom. It is that pang in my heart, that resounding pain, every time I hear “sir” being yelled in my direction. It is the fear of misrepresentation, the fear that who I am is not how I will be perceived; it is the fear of being told I do not belong in a community of which I am such a proud member. This fear has become a mold in which my identity is shaped, but this fear is not antithetical to my mission of masculine womanhood. If anything, my fear is crucial to the contradiction that I seek to be. In the promotion of this contradiction, the candid representation of the two identities living in one, I hope to eradicate masculine womanhood as a contradiction and redefine it as a new normal. The fear is a constant reminder of reality, of what is, of how others perceive me, and my motivation to change that is an indication of what could be, of how I perceive myself. Writing this column is the rope that holds these two worlds together for me.

I am irrefutably masculine, but I am also proudly a woman, and to me, the relationship between masculinity and womanhood is not one of antagonism but of collaboration.

So, the next time you see someone, I challenge you to see them as a person. Not as a gender, not as a stereotype and not as a contradiction. As a person, doing their own thing, going their own way and passing you by. Let them be.
BY Hema Darshini, 4 Science 1

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All around the world,we see  countries  with tall skyscrapers and a lot of beautiful destination for you to travel.I am proud to say that my country,Malaysia is one of the countries.In Malaysia we have lots of beautiful places

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I still could'nt believe that I have lived here for almost 16 years. As hours turned to minutes and as minutes changed to seconds, I thought, I was given such painful and sweet memories at the same time

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My beautiful hometown, my birth place ,my dear Malaysia. This is my heaven, a beautiful and colourful country, the only unique place which puzzled with various of races, culture, tradition and views. Did i make you curious to know more? Let me share with you.
My Malaysia lies in Asia, a place where it is free from war and stuff with breathtaking sceneries where you could not expect like giant mountains, white beaches and urban jungles. Surely if you visit to here, you will promise to return here again.
Talking about food and festivals, i doubt everyone will pay full attention about it. This country is made up of various of races and comes out with various of wonderful food and delicacies. Colourful and interesting tradition and festivals are our identities.
A simple introduction to Malaysia from me stops here. I hope it caught your attention and i hope Malaysia will be much more beatiful days by days.