Some close high school friends just arrived from Hong Kong and they’re now out in Eastwood spending the Friday night at the mercy of beer, smoke and gossip.
I, on the other side of the city, am stuck in front of the monitor for the past 13 hours figuring out how an old World Bank study came up with an estimate of the monetary cost that air pollution wittingly divests from our GNP. Apart from that, I’ve been nursing a violent cold for 3 days now, and it seems that my bronchioles are bursting with pollution.
I see some parallelism here. But anyway, I hope I’d be feeling alright tomorrow. I’d like to wander a bit. My skin has been quite estranging from the sunshine, not to mention that I have been getting fatter since I opted the “smart”, hermetic life. Maybe, just maybe, the smell and the taste of alcohol, and the knock and sound of a Saturday night may finally make me realize how hard it is to stay geek when you are a disarmingly attractive 20 something urbanite and single.
20 something, quarter-life crisis, loss of love, name it, nothing's weird.
