this louise character was kind of exuberant: the stereotypical dirty indie girl, with clumsily dyed hair and weird clothes that looked like they came straight from oxfam. now that’s exactly the kind of girl i happen to like, so i decided to socialise with her. well, she was easy to get along with. she was always stoned, maybe that has something to do with it. a typical conversation with louise would be like this:
‘hey louise, what’s up?’
‘hey simon, i smoke too much pot.’
‘yes, you better slow down before you’re underground!’
‘it’s because of taiwan.’
‘oh really?’
‘taiwan is the ibiza of asia. gay people are very hip there. urban cityscapes like that movie bladerunner. blah blah blah.’
my interest was immediately sparked. i imposed my presence on her (’shall we do some calligraphy together?’) to get to know more about the scholarship that got her to taiwan. i SO wanted to get out of that small and incestuous, clinically dead circle of east asian languages students (and academics).
anecdote: i had actually gone out with my classmates, one long, boring evening. first they watched a boring chinese movie, then they went to a bar next to the faculty to sip ice tea and exchange gossip about classmates, and then they went to sleep at 11. i felt rather angelic and nice because of all the meth, but i’d rather locked myself up at home with brooke, ridge, an iris murdoch novel and a big shotgun. it was clearly time to get out of that dusty place.
louise would be my pathway to liberty. ha. well, she got me the scholarship, all right. i’m extremely lazy and have no patience at all for filling up forms. also, the required hiv test scared me (not that i had any good reason to be scared… i’m not that stupid.), so she went along to the clinic with me etc. the problem with her was…
that she was lying and had a huge grudge against taiwan. and apparently against me. being in taiwan for a year had been her saison d’enfer, dark night of the soul, you name it. i’ll elaborate later – when i saw my illusions collapse in face of em, reality.
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ridge // 29 November 2006 at 1:20
dear simon,
I felt like writing something really corny of which you are probably going to be very ashamed but which might streel your ego as well: here I go: I MISS YOU VERY VERY VERY MUCH!!!!!!! LOVE AND KISSES? YOURS SINCERILY, RIDGE ps: today was a really really lousy day, brooke and I got caught while getting goodies in ‘de fnac’ :-( and the shopdetective was so scary that offering sex didn’t even appear to be an option, so here we are now, 3 hours of police interrogation, 2 criminal records, 1 existential crisis later and 130 euros poorer :-( snif!
and brooke said my mugshot wasn’t even pretty!!!
brooke // 29 November 2006 at 4:56
ja Simon, dat is wel niet grappig he… het leven heeft geen zin meer EN IK WEIGER DAT IN HET ENGELS TE TYPEN NE!!!!
ps: gelukkig is er nu nog zatheid maar BINNENKORT ZAL DAAR OOK GEEN GELD MEER VOOR ZIJN OMDAT WE AL ONS ETEN NU GAAN MOETEN KOPEN…zo hard niet de moeite