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I Remember Those Big Family Parties (NaPoWriMo #17)

The cooking of spices steaming from rice and chicken
Grandmothers’ voices, one soft and one crisp, worn with wisdom and time,
And so doting.
Open arms for hugs and smiles for exchange
Sweet and salty fragrances mixed with the invisible care of hands rise from the tables
Similar voices embrace each other in song and laughter
When the family gets together.

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Around this time, I really miss our family halfway around the world. And family parties are the best – great food and great merriment. Our grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins… Nothing can replace the gatherings we have and the memories that stay so vivid in my mind. I really hope there is time and chance to visit them all soon.

This poem was supposed to describe something with at least three of the five senses. And what is more rich in senses than a party?

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

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The Wallflower Game: An informal social experiment

Yesterday night some of my friends and I invented a game. It is very simple. You find a discrete corner or wall while at a social event and quietly stand there until someone talks to you or asks you what you are doing. It sounds kind of dumb but apparently there’s lots to be learned from being a wallflower.


(Credit to Damian Foxe, May 2011 wallpaper dresses – so neat!)

I must say watching others can be quite entertaining. That sounds so creepy, butI feel like some wildlife explorer such as Jane in Tarzan, except that I’m studying my own species, and the complicated behaviour of those creatures called humans. (It’s also a good way to test ninja skills to see how long one can remain unnoticed.) Who’s with who, what they are doing, what their mood and body language is, how they react to you staring at them (mind you, we knew our relationships with our adopted family would not be scarred or altered in any way by these encounters but rather looked upon with a grin or a hug); it’s amazing how much of your surroundings your brain can take in with just one sweeping gaze across the room.

In the spontaneity of a party, personality aspects usually locked away in an emotional safe are unleashed, leaving you wondering where that composed friend of yours went. Stepping away from the action into quiet observation can definitely give you new insights to people you’ve known for many years. It also gives you time to think. We decided that the definition of a wallflower is someone whose presence wouldn’t change the observed scene at all. What we see is what the place would be like without us. Kind of sad. But eventually your imagined invisibility disappears when someone calls or pulls you over and the game is done unless you decide to take up your unengaged alter ego again sometime later.

The thing is, I’m not sure whether my alter ego is the quiet, reserved me or the loud and crazy me. I guess that analogy with the hats is true that we have several versions of ourselves to be on different occasions. Still, I have a feeling I usually prefer to be a milder me. Of course I dance and belt out notes to our favourite songs, but not on household elevated places, and I laugh, but not in attention calling shrieks. I have good conversations, but am not so good at making random, nonsensical, remarks that make people squirt milk out of their nose or something. I let loose, I just don’t show it as much as others. It makes me wonder if I’m boring sometimes.

Anyhow, our record for the game was never longer than two minutes, which is comforting. So, our findings? It can be fun to stop, look, and listen in a busy scenario for a bit, and wonder why and how humans are such social beings. Then again, it’s just as fun to join in the shenanigans and put on the boisterous hat for awhile. Anyone can be a wallflower, and anyone can be the life of the party, and whoever you are will attract people of similar disposition. And of course there are those that will like you for you no matter what.

Well that was a longer post than planned. It’s more out there and personal than usual so I don’t know if I will write more of this random stuff. We’ll see.

Thanks for reading,
-thebookybunhead

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Am I crazy? A confused and spontaneous introspection

What’s with the teen vocabulary of party = alcohol? Why has drinking become the main attractions to young people in a party? Why does this illegal activity have to be involved in an event to make it fun? Call me a party pooper, but I’ve never really understood why. Or rather, what for.

It seems to me that teens feel the need to live up to a certain image: to live “young, and wild, and free” and flaunt an “I-can-do-what-I-want-and-I-don’t-care” attitude to prove independence. I blame the media for creating the accepted rebellious teen that apparently everyone wants to be nowadays.

Now I’m not trying to be self-righteous or condemning; I can see the appeal in such condiments, but shouldn’t the purpose of drinking be to enjoy it, not to get drunk? Besides, most of it is not the best tasting thing in the world and who enjoys a hangover?

In addition to the scary physical effects (I cannot imagine wanting to feel detached and unconscious of my existence), there is a reputation on the line when making these decisions. There is some sort of responsibility as a student or a family member to maintain a clean image, but most of all, we owe it to ourselves. Of course, nobody wants authorities to find out and place punishment, but of a bigger concern, nobody want to be disrespected or gossiped about. It becomes a question of identity…

Abstract Fluid Painting 58 ...by Mark Chadwick

This is another point: I find that most people feel some sort of guilt for what they know they weren’t supposed to be doing. Instead of the initial intents to be empowering, these actions are just harmful. Teens must justify their reasoning and feel under judgment of others when in truth they are really judging themselves. They care about what the world says or thinks about them because there is something bugging their own conscience. It is what happens when teens change themselves to fit a persona that goes against their values or their own identity. Don’t let society or others influence your personal choices and surround yourselves with good people, because “those that mind don’t matter, and those that don’t mind matter.”

If you’re being true to yourself and it isn’t enough for the people around you, change the people around you. by deeplifequotes, via Flickr

Then again, what do I know? I just think that all this paranoia, stress, and side effects cannot be healthy emotionally or physically, or even fun. If you really, really, truly are happy doing this stuff, by all means go ahead and live your life. And if you are the kind left feeling unsatisfied with yourself after drinking and whatnot, remember you can choose to party without the recommended extras. Whatever your choice, you will have friends, it is a matter of whether you will continue being your own best friend.

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Honestly, there are tons of ways to enjoy life and fun while remembering the moments you shared with friends. And even though we all love teen power and defiance, really, what is a couple years wait?

Party in the moment as yourself.
thebookybunhead

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