The last supper

is pretty much what we did with Philippe tonight when we went to the Japanese restaurant for the 3rd time together since he started his year in Spain.

Now he’s back for good in France, and we had our usual Japanese supper at the same place as usual.

went out and saw the latest Allen too. “Whatever works.”

It’s a good one. Pretty intellectual though, but still it’s a good one.

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January

This month started … pretty weirdly.

I wrote a little for my text that was called 西洋将棋 at the time. It was really the first thing I did this year. And it was about a break-up with a Japanese girl.

Funny, you might think.

Proleptic … as usual.

Chinese say that the future is the past.

Maybe it is.

I let you meditate on that.

Speaking of Chinese, that’s when I read the most impressive things about love and not only this, but also the most striking thing I heard from a long time : “Be Happier”

Damn right.

I remember watching Blindness while talking to Antonia about love and other stuff.

It was fun.

It was also because I started to feel alone without N. I wrote haikus to think about something else.

And the exam began.

And Naoko came back on the 8th or so of January.

You’re stupid when you’re in love.

you wait for hours someone who doesn’t care.

10PM.

11PM.

sending texts to know what’s happening.

midnight.

knowing she’s on the train.

1AM.

She’s back, going to your flat and you can’t do anything because you’re so damn tired because you’ve been awoken since 8 fucking AM the day before!

And she feels comfortable with you and doesn’t lock the door, put her toothbrush in your glass and you start wondering what the fuck is going on.

especially when you want to break up with her.

and you doubt your idea was the right one.

And the following day you’re wondering what the hell all that meant.

Except that it probably meant nothing.

Or maybe it did.

Never answered that question.

Exams continue.

till January 19th.

And you drink a fucking lot of the “Chinese bitch” AKA the 玫瑰露酒; Mei Kwei Lu …

and you black out.

and wake up the following morning at 4AM.

The party continues.

and you sleep at a friends.

at Joy’s.

It’s the only girl’s flat I slept into because I was too drunk to come back to my place.

Yeah, not really happy memories.

Although they weren’t bad ones either.

I know Joy a lot.

So does she.

Totally forgot to mention Morgane & Mathieu in the very good friends I had back in those days … I mean, apart from the friends I saw – and I still talk to all of them now.

Also the influence of George Carlin; Chris Rock and … FOAMY the squirrel!

Yeah.

January was … quick.

February would be … much more interesting.

more on that later.

g’night fellas.