I am a South-East Asian woman, Filipino to be exact. My family moved from the Philippines to New Zealand when I was eight, and have lived here since. I consider myself a Kiwi-pino, a milkshake of blended cultures, typical of 1.5 generation migrants (children of migrant parents, and were born overseas). English is my first language, with Maori and my native tongue, Tagalog an equal second. I have long since given up my Philippine citizenship, pledging my allegiance to the Queen, and eating those budget biscuits they serve you.
Whenever I get asked where I am from, my answer depends if I'm in New Zealand or not. Strange you say? You see, in my adopted country, I am identified by my ethnicity, while overseas I am seen as my adopted nationality.
I used to find it intrusive when people asked me where I was from, but after a gazillion times, I just take it as natural curiosity. Let's be honest, I am a chinky-eyed, brown skinned woman, with a foreign sounding surname and a Kiwi accent.
During my OE in South-East Asia, I transformed into a Thai, Lao, Cambodian and Vietnamese. It seems even Asians themselves can't identify their own flavour. In China, where I taught English, they were fascinated by my Kiwi pronunciation. At times I felt like a chameleon, until I opened my mouth that is. That part didn't help my bartering skills and I probably paid tourist prices.