Tropical Hail

Thảo luận trong 'Giao lưu Ngoại Ngữ' bắt đầu bởi Xenogear, 7/9/16.

  1. Xenogear

    Xenogear <b> <span style="font-size:larger;font-weightolder Thành viên BQT

    Tham gia ngày:
    16/6/03
    Bài viết:
    22,838
    Nơi ở:
    Sealeap Zack
    Hey guys, how is life treating you all?

    I have spent the last few days pent up in a room, reading voraciously out of boredom and desperation. And it is a truth universally acknowledged that what comes in must go out. So please sit down, relax and enjoy my rant, oh and grab some popcorn while you can. This is gonna be long and it gets worse but I promise this isn't all about Jane Austen and toilet humour.

    First of all, I think this place is now a dump, truth be told. But I don't regret the time spent here, for once, it was much more productive than that year I spent grinding epics. Having said that, pertaining to the state of this box, I think it is prime time for it to receive the biggest dump of its time. I think this box is the perfect place for me to vent as it provides a desirable level of discretion and some of you know me so it won't be like talking to a wall. So here is all of my baggage. Things shouldn't go out with a whimper, should they?

    Now, most of you are aware that I (rather abruptly) came back to Vietnam over a year ago. However, the reason for the decision escaped several of you and perturbed some other. No, I wasn't deported, thank you very much, that was kind of you to wonder. I got my post graduate permit and worked there for three years. Then I was in the middle of a crossroad having to decide which route to take. A clear objective would be apply for permanent residency and after two years take the exam and obtain the much coveted citizenship. But then I decided not to, and the reason is two-fold.

    For one, I was getting depressed in that town. Everything was monotonous, same job, same apartment, same bus and train every day. It surely didn't help that 2013 and 2014 happened to have the two coldest winters in the last few decades back to back. Communication was cut off as half the city lost power, transportation was grinding to a halt because of snow, sleet and black ice. I was half dead inside sitting in my room, trying to let go of my past, looking out the window only to find the somber sky with some gaunt, listless trees on a sea of white and realize that the future is a grayscale wasteland and all the artificially radiant lighting that is ever going to grace my presence depends on someone else to arrive and clear the snow, break the ice and fix the power line. It took weeks for everything to go back to normal and I loathed every second of that three-hour commute that I had to take to go to work over that period.

    The second, more important reason is because of the state of my family at the time. I was never particularly close to mine, especially my father, a sad thing to admit; if back in 2013, for some reason, we could meet randomly on the street, I wouldn't have recognized him. He got diabetes, lost lot of weight and I had not seen him in years. My mom was constantly crying on Skype talking about how temperamental and domineering he had become. I felt deeply responsible, for some incomprehensible reason, for all of this.

    That was enough for me to make up my mind and pack my things. Canada was an exceptional country but it wasn't for me (Harper didn't help, fuck that philistine and his sand oil pits). I planned everything so that my best friend would be in town on a trip to hang out. I haven't seen him in 5 years and it was like we have never separated. I so dearly wish we could make friends just as easily and naturally as when we were twelve; sadly nobody can, but I digress. On my first night out, my dad lent me his spare phone because I didn't have one that could work here. While having the time of my life with my buddy and his wife, reacquainting myself with this country I call my birthplace, a text came that changed everything, as well as, cleared up so many questions I have had.

    To better understand the situation, perhaps you need to know what kind of a person my father is. I have never had any respect for the man, keep in mind that I am saying this after years of reflection, self-doubt and vindication. Perhaps I have felt some, way back when he could beat me at chess or tic tac toe consistently but I was five or six then. I have felt not a shade of regret regarding this ever since I got mature enough to form my own opinion of others. He has his positive traits but I would mostly describe him as tyrannical, obstinate, and worst of all, manipulative. The kind of person who would tell you that anyone but himself will go out of their way to hurt you and your family and that you would all be lost and pathetic without him.

    In short, my dad was a pig, a manipulating, cheating pig. And believe it or not, statistically, the majority of cheating occurs when the wife is pregnant. Most men would find it more convenient to find release from someone other than the fat, annoyingly sensitive slob drenched in hormonal juices at home. My dad wasn't like most men. In that he didn't just cheat while my mom was pregnant. He cheated while I was in secondary school, while my maternal grandfather was in his dead bed because of cancer, he most likely cheated while I was abroad. And the text I received confirmed that he was cheating well into his retirement.

    I still have that text ingrained in my mind but I will spare the details. I wanted to confront him that night, to talk about all the things he had wronged us, all the bullshit he had been spewing out of his mouth about family values and his legacy and especially the gaping pit of self-contempt he had left my mom in. But my friend stopped me. He had been in a similar situation. He told me nothing good would come out of it; asked me to delete the text, and to let my parents sort things out. I acquiesced.

    Over the next few weeks it became apparent that I was not the only one aware of my father's infidelity. My parents stopped talking. I became the redundant messenger that was somehow absolutely needed to pass a message over the distance of half the living room. I could have done something, could have talked to them, could have been the son who brought everything back to normal but no, I gave up, moved away. And we just stopped being a family ever since.

    And now is the time to apologize to AVAVT, I shouldn't have taken the job. I took it out of convenience and complacency. I took advantage of the position as I needed a way out of my parents'. I am still ashamed of the work I did then, if you could even call it work. I so drearily hope that the post about someone borrowing money from you without paying back in here wasn't about me. I believe I have paid back everything. And it was some next level of passive aggression if you posted it here to complain about a guy literally sharing an apartment with you. Anyhow, thank you for the time and sorry I was a failure.

    But that was last year, I left Saigon soon after. I went to Hanoi alone, after ten years, not much has changed. It is easy to build skyscrapers, highways, bridges but all the money in the world cannot change a shitty lie. I don't like the infrastructure, I don't like the weather, I don't like the culture or more precisely its lack thereof. It hurts me deeply that my childhood memories full of wonders and wishful thinking were gone and in their stead, a dusty, phony and uncharacteristic concrete jungle. And worst of all, I couldn't find a single pill of xanax to save my life there. What kind of town has overflowing ketamine but no xanax whatsoever? Bullshit.

    I got introduced to a few girls, I liked some of them but couldn't commit. Maybe I am afraid I will turn into my dad and die alone, or maybe I am just a coward who can't let bygone be bygone. I do not know. What I do know is the fact that I hate it when people say my problem is I am too honest. Fuck that. Call me a klutz, tell me I lack tacts, have no finesse or just simple a fucking unwashed troglodyte, I wouldn't even bat an eye. But don't call someone you barely know too honest, like what does it say about you who think honesty is a negative trait? And there is a lesson for you all, there are only two types of people in this world, those who lie and those who lie well.

    Anyway, the only good thing that came out of my time there was a decent job and the discovery of my love for riding. I have always had a fascination for speed but riding just clears my mind. I was starting to feel better traveling around on my Fz but then my mom called and told me of her biggest fuck up yet; and somehow it has become my job to fix this mess. I don't want to go into details lest all my bitching turns me into the antagonist of my own story; but she is losing us hundreds of thousands of dollars.

    So I am losing faith in both my parents. I think my family is unsalvageable. I barely sleep anymore, withdrawal is fucking gut-wrenching; I feel like I am losing weight by the hour. I am leaving Vietnam, for a few months to help out my mom, hopefully for the last time. Maybe I will take a trip to get rid of this weird feeling of being trapped but then it will just feel like I am wandering around with no aim instead. Maybe I will just deal with this melancholy the best way I know how; to blow my hard earned money on something I absolutely don't need like a Master of Education degree. I don't feel like there is much point staying here in the long term anymore. Wish me luck on my pedagogical endeavour guys.

    It feels so much better to get things off my chest.

    So long, and thanks for all the fish.



    P.S. I deleted a bunch of the spam posts, this box is way overdue for a spring cleaning so enjoy this cleaned up wonderland while it lasts. If I have deleted something important you posted by mistake, sue me.
     
  2. censy

    censy Castitatis Lilium

    Tham gia ngày:
    1/9/03
    Bài viết:
    5,242
    OMG I saw this post just now. For the past few months I haven't even bothered to look at the front page of GLNN since there has been nothing but spam posts.

    I'm sorry that life has been so hard for you. Don't know why but I'd always thought that you had a nice happy life, so it's kind of a shock when I went through your post.

    I'm bad at writing and my English now is even worse than it was in 2010, the time this box was still prosperous, so I don't know what to say but to encourage you and wish you the best of luck in whatever it is you do next. "Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger".

    Cheers!
     
  3. censy

    censy Castitatis Lilium

    Tham gia ngày:
    1/9/03
    Bài viết:
    5,242
    Damn I just read this again for the second time (cuz honestly I didn't fully understand everything after the first read since there were too many words I don't know - e.g. ketamine and xanax lol)
    You need a pat on the back, man.

    The thing I love about this place is that even though it's a virtual place that perhaps noone knows about, there are a few people that show up sometimes and there pain is so real that you can feel them.
     
  4. Xenogear

    Xenogear <b> <span style="font-size:larger;font-weightolder Thành viên BQT

    Tham gia ngày:
    16/6/03
    Bài viết:
    22,838
    Nơi ở:
    Sealeap Zack
    Thank you censy. If I had any of my prescription left, I would just be able tell myself to man up and move on but then depression hit like a brick wall. Xanax is what I used to take for my anxiety but my stash ran out a few months ago and I just haven't felt the same since. I'd hate to admit it but I think I have gotten too dependent, frankly, I don't even like myself while I am not medicated, I feel like I am always walking on thin air and any enlightened thought that manages to crawl its way into my brain gets stomped out of existence by mundane mortal coils.

    I don't feel the confidence I used to have, my brain has experienced the worst stagnation in years, I have never felt such helplessness. My family is slowly imploding while I am shrinking into my shell.

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    Yesterday I went to the beach near my house and took this picture. It only serves to remind me that dawn doesn't interest me anymore.
     
  5. Mr.Garfield

    Mr.Garfield The Cat

    Tham gia ngày:
    2/10/06
    Bài viết:
    6,734
    Nơi ở:
    Ha Noi, Vietnam,
    Oh God I just saw this post just now. One and a half month too late but whatever.

    My thoughts go out to you, man. I hope things are looking up since you post this, even though two months is not nearly enough time, but it doesn't hurt to be optimistic. I know it's just empty words and I hate it, but sometimes it's all one can do, and I guess it's better than nothing.

    So good luck with life! And next time you come back to this place, make sure it'll be with good news.

    Cheers.
     
  6. wiwi

    wiwi Thành viên cấp 5

    Tham gia ngày:
    31/1/04
    Bài viết:
    9,373
    Nơi ở:
    *ADULT CONTENT*
    Oh shit, I've just been informed of this thread by Censy (met him today near my office, good old chat time). Anyway, hope you already regain your usual coolness and balance. Hail me sometime IRL.
     
  7. AVAVT

    AVAVT Thành viên cấp 5

    Tham gia ngày:
    22/4/04
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    2,360
    Hey Xeno TL;DR; but I just saw the part with my name on it. I don't remember exactly, but I don't think you were one of them. Because by the time you joined I was already dead broke. Pretty sure I couldn't have loaned you money if I have none ._.
     
  8. censy

    censy Castitatis Lilium

    Tham gia ngày:
    1/9/03
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    Wonder how Xeno's doing. It's been 3 months since his post.
     
  9. Mr.Garfield

    Mr.Garfield The Cat

    Tham gia ngày:
    2/10/06
    Bài viết:
    6,734
    Nơi ở:
    Ha Noi, Vietnam,
    I saw him uploaded some picture in the US on fb, so maybe he's there now.
     
  10. Xenogear

    Xenogear <b> <span style="font-size:larger;font-weightolder Thành viên BQT

    Tham gia ngày:
    16/6/03
    Bài viết:
    22,838
    Nơi ở:
    Sealeap Zack
    I am going to be home for the New Year as per tradition - a non-negotiable social convention which I have conditioned myself to drearily dread. There is naught waiting for me there but a harrowing wintry wasteland that, by and large, has long fallen into fallowness. Reminiscing of the trip back home last year, which took every last drop of my mettle to refrain from defenestrating myself half way through the holiday, reinforced my resolution to shed my anodyne demeanor and live more deliberately. Hopefully this will not make my father go the way of Willy Loman. Anyway, I am going to stay in HCMC for a week then come back to the capital for a while. I think I need a few more windy mountainous trips on my new bike to feel better before going to Europe in the summer.

    Happy New Year everyone, may all your wishes come crashing into your face and leave giant craters.

    By the way, if you are in HCMC and want to hang during the break, tough luck. Love you all.

    So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen.
     
  11. censy

    censy Castitatis Lilium

    Tham gia ngày:
    1/9/03
    Bài viết:
    5,242
    Good to hear from you bro. Enjoy your vacation time in Vietnam, and may things work out all right for you! :D

    P/S Happy Lunar New Year everyone here. I love y'all>:D<
     
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  12. _Forte_

    _Forte_ Thành viên cấp 5

    Tham gia ngày:
    2/6/08
    Bài viết:
    9,531
    Nơi ở:
    Ảo Tưởng Hương
    Years since I last visited this hellhole and damn if I wasn't an ignorant twat. We never talked much but you were the person I respect the most in this forum (probably because we didn't talk much actually, it's like the respect that you have for idols who you never get to be close enough to joke on them), so it's kinda shocking for me to read this. To be honest, I don't know what to say but it'd been months so I guess things are different now, and I hope it got better for you.
     

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