Where I’m From

August 16, 2011

in therapy in session

I am from sunshine, sweat, and bricks of humid air.

I am from have you eaten yet.

I am from rice, salted fish, stir-fried greens, from soy sauce, sesame oil, vinegar, from ginger, star anise, and cayenne peppers.

I am from concrete jungle, clothes lines stretched-across the rooftops, the smell of sun in the fabrics, of gardenias, jasmines and sweet osmanthus.

I am from morning glories winding along random barbed wires, coconut trees lining the streets crowded with motorcyles, from white azaleas strewn on the ground after thunderstorms like discarded Kleenexes.

I am from greetings, and salutations, from strangers in the streets who are also uncles and aunts and brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews and grandmas and grandpas.

I am from blood is thicker than water, from you don’t turn your back to your family, from families stick together.

I am from proper, ladylike, and demure. From handkerchiefs and silk scarves and pocketbooks. From you should always make sure your hand is not empty and idle. From knees together, ankles crossed.

I am from politeness, decorum, and unwritten rules that everybody abides by.

I am from hospitality, from it takes a village, from gossips and busybodies.

I am from if you swallow the watermelon seeds it will sprout from the top of your head, from don’t point your finger at the new moon otherwise she will come and cut off your ear when you are sleeping at night. From if you cry or misbehave, Auntie Tiger will come and eat you up.

I am from humility, gratitude and contentment.

I am from nobody owes you anything, from be grateful even if someone gives you a mere roll of toilet paper, from nothing you get is because you deserve it.

I am from temples, incenses, and gods and deities.

I am from reincarnation, from Karma, from eighteen layers of hell.

I am from lurid ghost stories of vengeance, from spirits within magnificent rocks and towering trees.

I am from convention, contradiction, and confusion. I am from Post-Colonialism, Late Capitalism, and Rampant Materialism.

I am from the proletariat.

I am from the hushed wrath of my father, the quiet disappointment of my mother.

I am from a bottle of Aspirins.

I am from the deafening silence of a mid-summer afternoon when the only thing you could hear was the cicadas.

 

Many thanks to Elly over at BugginWord for writing her beautiful piece “Where I’m From” and for alerting us to this wonderful writing exercise. Of course, I did not follow the rules in the template, not because I am some rebel chick but because I am not good at writing descriptive scenes. 

{ 40 comments }

Andrea September 22, 2011 at 9:49 pm

I am just reading this now, and coming up with my own responses. This was beautifully written!
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Absence Alternatives September 22, 2011 at 10:02 pm

Thank you so much! Please do let me know when you publish yours. I found this writing prompt extremely powerful.

Unknown Mami August 19, 2011 at 11:39 pm

Oh I am going to have to do this.
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Absence Alternatives August 20, 2011 at 12:36 am

Yes you must!

Joy August 19, 2011 at 12:17 pm

I stumbled upon your genius blog after my daily read at Daily Plate of Crazy…I loved this post was my virgin post of yours; what a beautiful intro. I am definitely coming back! 😉

Absence Alternatives August 19, 2011 at 6:31 pm

Sorry my blog ate your first comment!

BigLittleWolf August 19, 2011 at 12:09 pm

What a rich and varied legacy. Gorgeous.

(Makes me want to try my hand at this… )

Absence Alternatives August 19, 2011 at 6:31 pm

YES DO TRY!!!!!

pattypunker August 19, 2011 at 10:36 am

Wow Wow Wow! you amaze me. i’m with elly, this paragraph was pure genius:
“I am from morning glories winding along random barbed wires, coconut trees lining the streets crowded with motorcyles, from white azaleas strewn on the ground after thunderstorms like discarded Kleenexes”

also, i bought that watermelon seed line of crap, too. dear parents of the world: if you’re going to feed this kind of information to your children at least cough-up for some seedless watermelon. talk about taking the fun out of one of life’s simplest and greatest pleasures.
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Absence Alternatives August 19, 2011 at 6:30 pm

They told me the same thing about oranges too! For a while I felt around the top of my head every day. It was horrifying!

Joy August 19, 2011 at 10:33 am

I stumbled upon your genius blog through Daily Plate of Crazy. I loved this post 🙂 I’m definitely dropping by to visit often. Your thoughts and musings bring a smile!

Absence Alternatives August 19, 2011 at 6:29 pm

Thank you so much for visiting and leaving such a kind comment! I do a lot of BUI (blog under influence) . Just so you know. 😉 LOL.

Wicked Shawn August 19, 2011 at 6:30 am

You are from beauty. You are beauty. You create beauty.
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Absence Alternatives August 19, 2011 at 6:26 pm

Xxoo! Oh shucks!

Naptimewriting August 18, 2011 at 11:53 pm

Just amazing.

Absence Alternatives August 19, 2011 at 6:25 pm

Thanks. The writing meme really does make it easy to create something satisfactory.

Velva August 18, 2011 at 8:50 pm

I loved this post. The description was artistic. If I could come up with the words that make who I am, you would howl with laughter.

Always,
Velva
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Absence Alternatives August 19, 2011 at 6:24 pm

Please try!!!! 😉

SisterMerryHellish August 18, 2011 at 2:24 pm

Not good at writing des…DID YOU NOT READ WHAT YOU WROTE?!

You write descriptions that have my mind floating in dragons and red silk tassles!

There’s no disappointment with you Lin. Just adoration and holding onto my ears while I sleep.
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Absence Alternatives August 19, 2011 at 6:22 pm

Wait until I tell you all the ghost stories!

The Good Greatsby August 18, 2011 at 1:36 pm

This is beautiful. I love this format.

Absence Alternatives August 19, 2011 at 6:21 pm

Fan girl *squee*

dufmanno August 17, 2011 at 3:06 pm

Where you’re from sounds so much better than where I’m from. And I’m with Meg From The Members Lounge- I had a full on olfactory experience reading this. The smell of the things you describe still lingers xoxo
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Absence Alternatives August 18, 2011 at 8:17 am

I don’t care if yours is going to smell like urine-soaked back alley (Ha!) I demand to read yours. xxoo

kathy August 17, 2011 at 2:10 pm

How beautiful. I especially love these two lines:

“I am from convention, contradiction, and confusion. I am from Post-Colonialism, Late Capitalism, and Rampant Materialism.”
“I am from the hushed wrath of my father, the quiet disappointment of my mother.”

Well done, Lin!

Absence Alternatives August 18, 2011 at 8:15 am

Thank you. I was worried that those lines may be too “try hard”. But I decided to go with them since those were the words popped out from my head…

magpie August 17, 2011 at 9:22 am

This is the most wonderful meme. Beautifully done.

Absence Alternatives August 18, 2011 at 8:15 am

I agree: I think this is the best meme so far. I can’t wait to read the others’.

Meg at the Members Lounge August 17, 2011 at 8:17 am

That was positively poetic, and if possible, I can smell some of the things you wrote about! I am going to tuck this away and give it a go. Fantastic piece of writing.
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Absence Alternatives August 18, 2011 at 8:14 am

Thank you very much. I can’t wait to read yours when you are ready!

lifeintheboomerlane August 17, 2011 at 6:25 am

I love it. So much I will read it again. And again.

Absence Alternatives August 18, 2011 at 8:14 am

Would you be participating in this meme?

secret agent woman August 16, 2011 at 8:44 pm

Oh, I really like that! So evocative. I’m going to have to give that a stab.
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Absence Alternatives August 16, 2011 at 10:23 pm

Yes! Please do! It helped me remember a lot from my childhood and it is good for the soul, either good or bad

Nicole, the queen of this life August 16, 2011 at 6:07 pm

Aww I just loved this! It was so…thought invoking and full of beautiful pictures. I love knowing where you’re from. 🙂
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Absence Alternatives August 16, 2011 at 10:22 pm

Thank you. You have been really kind. Support from you and the others made me feel safe enough to write this laundry list.

Justine August 16, 2011 at 6:04 pm

This gave me goosebumps. Not just because I can relate to some of what you said here but it’s in the way you said it. Beautiful, my friend. You may be from all those things but you are also much, much more.
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Absence Alternatives August 16, 2011 at 10:20 pm

I would LOVE to read yours, that is, if you would not mind.

Elly Lou August 16, 2011 at 5:24 pm

“….from white azaleas strewn on the ground after thunderstorms like discarded Kleenexes.”

Yup. Obviously you suck at writing descriptive sentences. AHEM. (Why haven’t they made that sartalics font universal yet?)

In all seriousness, you’re beautiful. And I’ll never look at asprin the same way again.
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Absence Alternatives August 16, 2011 at 10:18 pm

I will be short: you inspire(d) me. Xxoo

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