May 11, 2003. A, Y and I at Cambridge Common, laying out our ten-year plan.

(upon further reflection, the following has been further revised)

In 2013, at 32, after having spent a couple of years after graduation at fun jobs, freelancing, travel writing, self-dissipation in NYC, Paris, Lyon, Hong Kong, Tokyo maybe, teaching English in Beijing or Shanghai, mingling with similarly desultory people, I will:

-be recently married
-have no children
-be living in a sleek apartment near Robertson Quay (but not G's one with the voyeur's-wet-dream swimming pool), next to favorite restaurants but hopefully still uncolonized by riffraff, still safe from the spoiledness of Boat and Clarke Quays
-be driving that Volkswagen convertible
-stay far far from silly country clubs and their golfish clientele
-have my top secret business plan starting to pay off
-write for a large number of international publications
-have started my own international publication
-photograph professionally
-be starting to feel otiose and, shall we say, improperly applied, and will get a proper, normal and boring job