The REAL New Year (Cambodia New Year)
April 18th 2010 03:47
As a man with some Cambodian blood in me, I was uber-excited to attend the nation's festival with my fellow Khmer brothers and sisters last night. Sharing a night with those who too, wore their hearts on their sleeves and celebrated the presence of yet another new year was had. And no, I still don't understand why our special new year happens a little later than the actual new year.
Actually, I am a little confused by how races (Asians, African-Americans, Greeks, Macedonians, Arabs, even Dogs), in moments of jubilant patriotism, refer to each other as brothers and sisters. But then later on - somewhere down the track, they tend to engage in intimate relations with each other and so on. Some are made for the pseudo-incestuous lifestyle I suppose. I will probably be one of them once I reach the ripe arranged-marriage age.
My actual brothers, sisters and myself traveled to the depths of Springvale (a Cambodian-infested town) and arrived at an establishment that may as well have been Moomba 2.0. Rides, food stalls and packs of teens lacking any sense of appropriate clothing - it was party-central indeed. Our clan decided to go on a food expedition and raided each and every stall, tasting Cambodia's finest tradition cuisine - all of which was made by volunteers of the festival (**tear).
A concert was underway in the midst of all this madness, to which by the end of night we thoroughly enjoyed through the busting of some seriously bad-ass traditional Khmer moves. I'm un-coordinated generally, but I acted a damn fool for my country, much like Brendan Favola.
I really appreciate the fact that my roots are still in tact. In this big bad world, my most important asset is my hair after all. Before I embraced all of what the Cambo-bonanza had on offer, I prayed with Buddha and thanked him for keeping me happy and alive.
I count my lucky stars every day. It's the only way I can sleep now.
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