cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
-W.H. Auden
Michael Jackson, The King of Pop.
6/26/09
Friday, June 26, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
So Yesterday,
was an okay day I guess. I don't remember what happened though, now that I..oh wait...hmm...yesterday..oh yeah, so yesterday I just stayed home for the most par..oh fuck! Dude, so yesterday! I had my driving test in the morning. Damn, it was a total failure, let me tell you that. But the sad thing? I didn't really actually fail! It was the damn..shit, just wait, lemme explain. So I wake up at 7, take a shower, call back Vivian, informed her that I was already awake and apologized to her for not being the one to wake me up, grope around a bit for some clothes I think, then at around 7 30 I'm already downstairs. My dad doesn't let me eat anything.
Ti, what do you want to eat?
uhm...how about...cereal?
No.
Rice and..
No, you might get a stomach ache.
Alright well..
Here, eat bread and I'll grab some cream cheese for you.
Okay.
I eat in silence while my dog watches from behind the glass door that leads into the backyard. I was actually not nervous to be honest. I was in the zone I guess you can call it. The driving zone. I was ready to take that test. I was ready to get my license. I was ready. My cell goes off and I pick up. It's Judy.
Hello, can I please speak to..Duy?
(Dude..you're calling my cell..you ARE speaking to Duy)
Oh yeah, this is Duy.
Oh hello Duy, this is Judy, I'm two minutes away.
Oh okay, bye.
Next thing I know I'm sitting in the driver's seat of a Toyota Yaris. We drive off and go pick up Annie. Her appointment was at 9 and mines was just thirty minutes before that. Everything was going just as planned. Life was swell. I looked at everything with a sense of optimism and delight. I was happy. I drove like I was flying. The car, floating above clouds of white. Life was exciting, life was great, life was swell. Everything was going well.
YEAH...everything WAS going well until the test examinar told me I couldn't take the test because I had a broken brake light. FUCK THAT. WTEFLAJLK;FJELWKJAFE.EFWALJFEKLWJFEW.
Fcuk. I'm good, I'm good. So fuck, after that all I did was sit in the toyota listening to a sad song on the radio. Judy was on the phone with Allen, my driving instructor, who was bringing another car for Annie to take the test in. Lucky. Sigh, whatever, Hopefully I can take it again on Monday, but if not Monday, then some other time the week after, which TOTALLY SUCKS HUGE BALLS....
Anywho, have a good day everyone.
Ti, what do you want to eat?
uhm...how about...cereal?
No.
Rice and..
No, you might get a stomach ache.
Alright well..
Here, eat bread and I'll grab some cream cheese for you.
Okay.
I eat in silence while my dog watches from behind the glass door that leads into the backyard. I was actually not nervous to be honest. I was in the zone I guess you can call it. The driving zone. I was ready to take that test. I was ready to get my license. I was ready. My cell goes off and I pick up. It's Judy.
Hello, can I please speak to..Duy?
(Dude..you're calling my cell..you ARE speaking to Duy)
Oh yeah, this is Duy.
Oh hello Duy, this is Judy, I'm two minutes away.
Oh okay, bye.
Next thing I know I'm sitting in the driver's seat of a Toyota Yaris. We drive off and go pick up Annie. Her appointment was at 9 and mines was just thirty minutes before that. Everything was going just as planned. Life was swell. I looked at everything with a sense of optimism and delight. I was happy. I drove like I was flying. The car, floating above clouds of white. Life was exciting, life was great, life was swell. Everything was going well.
YEAH...everything WAS going well until the test examinar told me I couldn't take the test because I had a broken brake light. FUCK THAT. WTEFLAJLK;FJELWKJAFE.EFWALJFEKLWJFEW.
Fcuk. I'm good, I'm good. So fuck, after that all I did was sit in the toyota listening to a sad song on the radio. Judy was on the phone with Allen, my driving instructor, who was bringing another car for Annie to take the test in. Lucky. Sigh, whatever, Hopefully I can take it again on Monday, but if not Monday, then some other time the week after, which TOTALLY SUCKS HUGE BALLS....
Anywho, have a good day everyone.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Not Just Two Words
Just two words,
Ba and Noi.
Just two words,
That seemed more than -
just two words.
That seemed much more
than -
just two words.
Because Ba Noi was more than,
Just two words,
to some she was,
a thousand words.
They say a picture's
worth a thousand words
but without the picture
there are no words.
Just two words
but not,
just two words.
Ba and Noi.
Just two words,
That seemed more than -
just two words.
That seemed much more
than -
just two words.
Because Ba Noi was more than,
Just two words,
to some she was,
a thousand words.
They say a picture's
worth a thousand words
but without the picture
there are no words.
Just two words
but not,
just two words.
- Duy
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
"Shhhhhh," I tell them.
"I gotta tell you guys something."
They all lean in.
We were at Dim Sum practice, told them how I had to go,and get ready, head to hospital, how my sister whispered to me about the doctor saying she'd die soon, in a week or two, how my mom told me it was nothing, not wanting me to find out, my dad asking me about AP exams and when they were, and us getting there and me getting out and placing my hand on my dad's shoulder, telling him "you know I love you, right ba?" "yeah" us walking through the door, me noticing the diamond shapes in the linoleum, "oh I guess they're not only white after all" they were a mix of orange, blue, and white. We took the elevator to the second floor and step out and see Co Thuy, Uncle Don, some lady, my cousin Linda. Chu Nam comes later and the adults talk and they're concerned. My Grandma bleeding out the mouth, morphine, low blood pressure, off the meds, damn. Everyone's concerned. Again, damn. Chu Tai comes out, I go in. Room 2012, Crictical Unit. Shit. She's there alright, and I talk to her, not sure if she can hear me, her fingers are cold, her heart rates down, I'm nervous, my own heart hurts. Linda comes in, we both stare at my grandma, me on one side, her on the other. We stand there and watch and talk a bit but mostly watch and I'm sad but I don't cry. Uncle John's with us, he tells us about the nurse and the situation and everything. I cringe a lot, tapping my shoes against the floor, looking around, not sure how to react to anything, everything. Something. A nurse comes in, says excuse me, walks over to her left shoulder, peels back the fabric, sticks in a needle quick and done. Disposed. She talks to my uncle as she moves over to Ba Noi's stomach and attaches something to the tube connected to her stomach. She pulls back, sucking fluids out of her belly, and calls my uncle to look at the blood clots that were coming out. She's bleeding in her stomach. I look away, and so does Linda. I leave later, meet back with the family, more people showed up, getting crowded. I sit down, but after awhile tears start streaming out and I turn my head away, my dad's hand makes contact with my head. He's standing above me asking me about my grandma but I couldn't answer, grab my sister, head downstairs, cafeteria. Fries. One dollar, my sister gets some ice cream, right before we head to the cash register, plop. Ice cream, face down, on the floor. Clean up, "sorry." "It's alright," says the cashier. Rings me up, one dollar. Ketchup, sit down, eat. She asks me questions, I give her blunt answers. She goes and gets water, and brings back three straws. She pulls one out of its casing and takes it, swings it around into a knot and pulls. It comes free, no knots. "I did Ba Noi." I grab mines, thinking, what if I do Ba Noi, but it doesn't work. I pull apart the top and slid out the straw. I grab the paper casing, knot it up, and pull. No knots. Clean. Two, clean, and no knots. She's definitely thinking of us. "You think she is?" "yeah."
I think she is.
They all lean in.
We were at Dim Sum practice, told them how I had to go,and get ready, head to hospital, how my sister whispered to me about the doctor saying she'd die soon, in a week or two, how my mom told me it was nothing, not wanting me to find out, my dad asking me about AP exams and when they were, and us getting there and me getting out and placing my hand on my dad's shoulder, telling him "you know I love you, right ba?" "yeah" us walking through the door, me noticing the diamond shapes in the linoleum, "oh I guess they're not only white after all" they were a mix of orange, blue, and white. We took the elevator to the second floor and step out and see Co Thuy, Uncle Don, some lady, my cousin Linda. Chu Nam comes later and the adults talk and they're concerned. My Grandma bleeding out the mouth, morphine, low blood pressure, off the meds, damn. Everyone's concerned. Again, damn. Chu Tai comes out, I go in. Room 2012, Crictical Unit. Shit. She's there alright, and I talk to her, not sure if she can hear me, her fingers are cold, her heart rates down, I'm nervous, my own heart hurts. Linda comes in, we both stare at my grandma, me on one side, her on the other. We stand there and watch and talk a bit but mostly watch and I'm sad but I don't cry. Uncle John's with us, he tells us about the nurse and the situation and everything. I cringe a lot, tapping my shoes against the floor, looking around, not sure how to react to anything, everything. Something. A nurse comes in, says excuse me, walks over to her left shoulder, peels back the fabric, sticks in a needle quick and done. Disposed. She talks to my uncle as she moves over to Ba Noi's stomach and attaches something to the tube connected to her stomach. She pulls back, sucking fluids out of her belly, and calls my uncle to look at the blood clots that were coming out. She's bleeding in her stomach. I look away, and so does Linda. I leave later, meet back with the family, more people showed up, getting crowded. I sit down, but after awhile tears start streaming out and I turn my head away, my dad's hand makes contact with my head. He's standing above me asking me about my grandma but I couldn't answer, grab my sister, head downstairs, cafeteria. Fries. One dollar, my sister gets some ice cream, right before we head to the cash register, plop. Ice cream, face down, on the floor. Clean up, "sorry." "It's alright," says the cashier. Rings me up, one dollar. Ketchup, sit down, eat. She asks me questions, I give her blunt answers. She goes and gets water, and brings back three straws. She pulls one out of its casing and takes it, swings it around into a knot and pulls. It comes free, no knots. "I did Ba Noi." I grab mines, thinking, what if I do Ba Noi, but it doesn't work. I pull apart the top and slid out the straw. I grab the paper casing, knot it up, and pull. No knots. Clean. Two, clean, and no knots. She's definitely thinking of us. "You think she is?" "yeah."
I think she is.
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