The things I’ve miss.

The things I’ve miss.

Vincent Chan

3-26-2010

        Circling an old man like the moon circling the sun, my grandpa has no chance of catching me. Running around the house shouting “Ah~” and feel the sound twist as I shout through the fan. Grabbing on to my grandma’s dress asking, “Please, please, grandma? May I have candy please? Please?” and she knew the only way to open the door to let me go was to give me the right “key”. Wrestling my cousins in the farming fields, running around holding bamboo sticks as swords, and sitting next to the road counting the number of cars passing by, it was a time like heaven living with my cousins and my grandparents, but they died so we moved. I miss them.

As Leo, Jack, Tom, and I play with the newest toy Tom got, we were happy. Throughout the first and second grade we were best friends. There is no doubt about our “brothership” together as we share every single happiness and unhappiness between us, we were so closely bonded that if you don’t take a good look, you will see one person there instead of 4. The latest model of Pokémon just came out, and Tom got the limited edition for it! We ran around his room like kids on a playground and there seems to have no end until the day of my transfer to another elementary school. I miss them.

        Sun bathing on the side of the outdoor basketball court with our bellies shown, Frank, Victor, James, Kirby and I lies there, thinking of us flying in the sky or in space. Like the cartoons we watch, as the monsters approach in to our town, we think of ways to defeat them and how we are going to be heroes. The imagination soon ended due to another transfer to another school. I miss them.

        As eighteen guys packed in a six people sized room with their laptops and noodles everywhere. We were the ultimate group of gaming in my middle school. Gaming is the main and only thing in our dorm lives. We order drinks, snack, noodles, and food so we can all stay in this compact room having fun. Only time we would stop is when guys goes to the room next door and smoke while the rest of us doing nothing but to sit there, tired, but trying to feel happy. We rocked the gaming network and we were happy. As the grade goes, I was dragged out from the group and my gaming life ended. I miss them.

        As Joe, Mark, and I runs around the track being punished due to us wearing our pants too low and having tattoo stickers on our arms which breaks the uniform rule, it was hot and tiring. But we never thought about our mistake, instead, we think about how we’re getting in shape and the kinds of girls we can get. It was some funny moments as we try to laugh but we can’t because “We’re punished?” Ha!

        As time goes, I took off to America, where I believe could make my dream comes true. I left my friends, and seriously, I miss them.

No Topic yet

No Topic

Vincent Chan

3-26-2010

Ann and I were married with the arrangement by both parents; our main goal is to get along with each other and be happy the rest of our lives.

One day, morning, as Ann tries to pack our daughter’s lunch, she realized that our refrigerator is as empty as “   ” And she didn’t know what to do so she handed her daughter 8 dollars for lunch. Ann isn’t happy, she doesn’t like to see her daughter eating junk food that’s not from home, but she wasn’t the only one that’s unhappy.

“What the FUCK is this piece of SHIT you handed me yesterday!?” A bold red faced old man wearing a tag saying “Boss: Ward” Bluffed at my face. “You know what Vincent. I’m fucking sick and tired of your lame stories and I don’t want to wait any longer. Pack your stuff up and you’re fired!” He turned away from me so that I can only see the back of the chair and his light reflecting bold head. I close his door slowly. While saying good bye to everyone and hearing nonsense like “I’ll miss you” I soon got back to my seat and start to pack.

It didn’t take me long to pack up because I knew that this day was coming soon. I looked around the room and felt the feelings I had when I first came in here. About how this is the perfect job for me and craps from my ex-boss like “I’m hoping to see some great works from you, and I’m really happy to have you here.” Nothing changed from the first till the last day here. The plain old 75 cube meters big office stood there complain less. As the hole on the wall was still unfixed since the first day I told them. I decided to check and see how many gums I have stuck under my desk. There were 498 of them! Sticking gums under the table have always been something I couldn’t change since elementary school. I like it because it leaves signs about me being here. Once on an airplane, I found my gum under the airplane’s seat, and that made the trip more interesting as I realized that I’ve flew in this airplane and sat in the exact seat before.

As I walked out the front doors of the building, I read the sign that was up there, “Amazingpapers.com, where creativities are welcomed and people get respected.” It seemed that the news has spread faster then I couldn’t walk, as the front desk lady said “It was a pleasure to meet you Vincent. I warned you about this day to come!” I smile with a “Thank you, bye” and left. The traffic wasn’t bothering me anymore as I’m trying to kill time.

As I got home, I dragged my wife into our bedroom and told her everything that happened today. At first she was surprised by my early return from work, but when she finished listening, she said this in a very clam tone, “You know that without any money, there isn’t going to be any marriage between us right? I’m sorry.” She turned and left the room leaving me in the dark alone.

It’s scary, and the darkness is driving me nervous. I can feel my blood rushing up to my brain like worms crawling in my body. I sat there hopelessly and I lost the reason to survive! I want to escape from all of this. I want to leave this world and stay with my parents, where there might be happiness.

Suddenly, I heard people whispering behind the door. It was my wife, or I should say my ex-wife talking to her daughter. She said “Daddy needs help, let’s go in there and give him a big huge ok?” I’m confused. My brain tangled up like a wrestling match. I thought “Didn’t she just wanted a divorce?” “Am I imagining this? What the fuck is wrong with me?” A second later, my ex-wife and her daughter came in and gives me a big huge. She whispered next to my ear “Honey, don’t worry. We all love you and we will support you forever.” Then my daughter said “Daddy, I love you too!” I burst into tears, with a tangled up smile, I kept on holding them tighter and tighter as I realized how important they are to me and how much I need them. Like a sinned man being rescued by God, I felt tired and fooled, but I soon fell asleep listening to my wife asking my daughter to go to bed.

“Beep! Beep! Beep!” As the alarm clock went off I know it was time for work. Wait. I don’t have a job to work for. I stood there with my brain nearly blank and stared at the room. “Tick! Tick! Tick!” As the clocks’ sound filled up the emptiness of the air in the room I realized that I was still dressed in coat and tie. I realized the mess in the room. Then I stared at Vincent Van go’s drawing. “What made him cut his ear off?” I wondered ‘Was “Not drawing it well” the only reason?”

My wife woke up and she faced me with a smile. I haven’t seen her smile in a very long time. I used to go to work early and come back really late. So I took a closely look at it. With the white early morning sunshine reflecting the pearl like white face and the most natural smile ever created by a human being, I kiss her and sigh, “I don’t have anything to do now.” “Shu” As she stops my mouth with a soft touch of her finger she said, “Do you know how happy I am right now? Now, you finally have the time to spend with me and I’ve been looking forward to this for so long~” A wonderful spark shined right after “long”. We tangled up like snakes dancing and beautifully, we made love. [Continued] 

An unforgettable Sunday, March 4 1990

An unforgettable Sunday, March 4 1990

Vincent Chan

3/18/2010

In an early Sunday morning, March 4, 1990. When the air was still cold, the sun wasn’t fully awake, and the street lights were still mocking the stars as the stars left them behind. When the bells of the church was ringing, and early birds were singing. Me, dressed in a pair of brown cowboy boots, a pair of weary blue jeans with a smooth snake skinned black belt, a brown and white stripped blouse with the right arm ripped out into sleeveless, and a weathered brown ivy cap roams around the town with my unlighted cigarette. A virtuous lady called my name. I turned to her and asked “Isn’t it a nice day. You wanna hang out later?” and she replied with a smile “Ya, I got time. Too bad you don’t, cause someone’s waiting for you over at the jail.” “Oh, got it”. As my eyes locked on to the lady and my body walking to my taxi I shouted “I’ll be back soon! Wait and let’s go for a movie or something.” But she didn’t hear anything. Soon, I’m in front of the spiky, thick, and heavy looking gates. And here comes this guy with his white Nike backpack towards me. A coffee skinned, middle-aged and bold headed male walking like the backpack weighs a hundred pounds. He was pretty big; I bet he is above 7 feet tall. With jacked up arms like machine guns and hands as big as a Frisbee plate, he smoothly opened my door and squeezed into my little yellow cab like a baby in his mother’s stomach. I asked him “Where go?” but he kept silence. So I asked again, “Sir, where should I take you” and he finally said “To 44 Godz rd.” He had a really low voice, listening to him is like listening to music with subwoofers only. “Okee Doo Kee!” Said I and stumped my feet on the gas and we took off. Being a taxi driver time is everything. The faster you finish a case the more cases you can handle in a day. Especially when you’re trying to hook up with someone, a girl will never stand waiting for a boy, when it’s normal for boys to wait for girls. What happened to the equality of male and female? Anyway, thinking about time I asked, “Hey! How long have you been in that metal cage?” And he replied “Twenty years exactly”. It was a reminder for me that it was my birthday today and I was exactly twenty years old as well. So I laughed “Dang~ you got in that God damned place the day I was born!” Suddenly he asked to stop at a drug store to pick up some medicine for his cold. I heard that in the jail here, they wear you out by sending everyone into a really cold room with almost no cloth on so you catch a cold and have less energy to escape from the jail. As he came back with a white bag as big as a Big Mac we took off. I said “You gotta be really sick to have so much medicine”. He didn’t reply and the car went silence again. We got to 44 Godz rd. and in front of me is this massive trash land, with broken and tilted stones everywhere. I’m guessing that it’s some kind of a grave yard for people who can’t afford the cash. I asked “Where are you going after this? I might be able to pick you up.” As he walks away from the car lightly and in a distance he sobs “No where, I’m not going anywhere or anywhere to go.” I drove back to the shop and I saw the virtuous lady walking around in a circle right outside the shop. I parked in front of her and said “Are you missing me? It’s my birthday today, you got anything special?” She anxiously said “Oh shut up, go to the hospital quick! I think your grandmother is in trouble.” Without a thought I exploded like a bomb and in less than a second, I came in my grandmother’s room and saw everyone there holding hands.

It was an unforgettable night, as the crows screams outside in the tree, wild dogs killing each other for food, and trash fighting each other for space on the street. My family and I were in this big, white and quiet hospital holding hands while surrounding my grandma in case she needs any assistance. I can hear people crying outside the room and weak and hopelessness conquered the entire hall way. As I was panicking my grandma pulled me next to her. She touched my face with her powerless hands, smiled and whispered “Take care”. As she closed her eyes slowly leaving nothing behind but her smile, I burst into tears while leaning on her. Nothing was on my mind but prayers for my grandmother living in the better place.

Soon everyone left, and my grandmother was taken away. I drag myself back to my apartment and sat on the couch. I haven’t eaten anything today and I don’t feel like having any. For over an hour I did nothing, but to sit there staring at my grandmother’s photo. Later on I took the TV remote control and hit the power button as I didn’t feel like closing my eyes yet. The news was on and it said “A black male about 7 feet tall died from poisoning suicide. We soon found out that he was Brown White, and not so long ago as he was just released from jail somehow ended up next to his mother’s grave dead. The police are still searching for more explanation for the death of this man. And now let’s talk about tomorrow’s weather…” I hit the power button again. I felt sick and dizzy. I was powerless, and I was paled all over my skin. I crawled on the floor to my kitchen seeking for some water to drink but I can’t. I can feel the loneliness of death, more than that, I started to think of ways I could die from it. I was still on the ground shaking like I was being shock by electricity. I started to breath heavily and I’m losing my hearing ability and my sight. Something was telling me that I’m about to die. And suddenly, in all these torching water came in my mouth. As I regained my consciousness I saw the virtuous lady next to me. She saved me from death and loneliness! My heart started to fill up with love and thankfulness. She leaned my head next to her heart and wept “Please don’t do this again. I love you and happy birthday to you.” So we got married the next Sunday and everyone’s face was red but in tears. I’m sure that grandma is smiling as always to about how things turned out, and that people wasn’t weeping about her for weeks and it ended quickly. I bet she is laughing right now up there watching me enjoying my life. It was an unforgettable Sunday as I soon buried both Brown, my grandmother, and a little cross I made for myself reminding me that I was so close to the end of my life.

A class with LaFreniere

A class with LaFreniere

Vincent Chan

3/19/2010

One day, in Mr. LaFreniere’s English class, we were talking about a book named “The Road” and how humanity was destroyed and people eating each others. As usual, I wasn’t interested at all to the topic so I stared at the book doing nothing but staring. Suddenly, a dragon as big as the Great Wall exploded through the window of Jett 116! It grabbed me in the chest and launched away like a rocket. The claws of the dragon were cold and painful as blood started to pore through my lungs; I could barely breathe so I fainted while staring at VES right below me. When I woke up, I was lying on the floor of a cave made of crystals and on my right side I can see the entire cave which was lighted by burning animal fat. I soon realized that I was covered up with a green, sticky, and greasily material that smelled like dead fish for years mixed with rotten eggs, and cow pies. I felt light headed and the smell was making me dizzy. Suddenly I saw a lady lying next to my left. I held my breath and stared at the lady like a baby examining his new toy. The lady had long black hair that shined like Friars. She had a body spicier then the hottest hot sauce in the world, and dang, I thought she was an angel! Her skin was as smooth as a new born baby, and the skin was as pure as a pearl. Her face looked like my ex-girlfriend’s but even prettier (keep it a secret). She had lips that were as sweet as cherries, a nose so pretty that it looked like a trillion dollars’ plastic surgery, and her eyes was closed so my investigation ended. All of a sudden, she woke up, and I felt my soul cheating on me on the second I saw her eyes. It was the first time in my life when I felt nothing else but love. Her eyes were as around as the sun, and her eyes doesn’t just shines like a star but it reflexes as well. I swear I saw the entire cave through her eyes. She stood up and told me “Lay down, you’re hurt.” As her voice approached to my ears like sounds massaging it. Her tone was in a clam and peace pace, as the image of a clear undisturbed lake reflecting the mountains and trees surrounding it I soon fell back into sleep. I woke up again and the cave was dark. Feeling fresh and new, I stood up and started walking to where the light is present. There was a rock as big as an elephant which blocked the entry, I thought I wouldn’t have enough power to move it but I was wrong, as I easily lifted the rock like picking up a basketball and dropped it to the side. Soon, I was amazed by the nature of this jungle, as I enjoyed the view I saw my angel sitting next to a stream, weeping. I approached to her slowly and asked in a very gentle way “Why are you not happy?” and she replies “Nobody likes me; everyone thinks I’m the ugliest lady in the world and I’m tired of being out casted!” I tried to comfort her in my very gentle way but in my mind I couldn’t stop wondering how other ladies could look if they are better than her. Maybe they had a different kind of cultural view. I soon forgot about the other girls and we got engaged in a week. We lived like the fairy tales and it seemed like heaven. We danced, and sang every day. There were no worries. And life seemed good and God seemed kind to me. But on the four hundred and forty fourth day, my heaven clapped. There was a huge Earthquake and thunder everywhere. Everyone was fleeing while I lost track of my love. And in a spark of a moment, I was woken up by a shout “Vincent! Come on! Stay with me man!” and I soon realized that it was all a dream. I sat there with my thoughts blind, with disappointments in my heart, still wondering where my love could have been as the class ended and I stared at the sky, hoping the dragon to come again, and bring me back to where I really wanted to be.