I have this friend, "Lulu", that I met almost 10 years ago in Taipei. Lulu's life is anything but dull -- there are Gossip Girl components mixed with Fight Club plus a touch of Young & Dangerous (Cantonese movie) tidbits. I'm a bystander in most of the scenarios; an avid listener, tuning in whenever something has come up/happened and always in awe of the shit that goes on and the life people create in this bubble.
Lulu, throughout the years, has bailed me out of numerous sticky situations, without hesitation and judgement. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. I've come to rely on her and it feels a bit selfish on my end, but her track record of coming through is just impeccable. She tells me not to worry, not to think too much and if I must think, to think happy thoughts. I want to punch her in the face whenever she says it, but I know she's right.
She is my "in case of emergency" person. And loan shark, I owe her like a bazillion dollars. She's also family -- which means she's one of the few that's able to tolerate my many dramatic episodes and I of hers. So this post is dedicated to the one and only Lulu. I am down for a lifetime of bad relationships, rescue calls, bitch slaps, duck clubs, chicken clubs, flipping houses, business ventures, meat on a stick and more.
MONGA.
