I was and always have been always fascinated with the possibility of time travel. The ability to revisit past events, the thrill of sneaking a peek to a possible future, that always make my imagination going. It is the reason why I always find myself attracted to fictional characters who have this ability or access to machines or artifacts that allows them to travel.
If it is possible in my lifetime, would I travel? When? Upstream or downstream? Would I just visit and view passively or interact with my timeline? And what about the possibilities of paradoxes? Exciting isn’t it.
There is a possibility that I had done it, will do it, what the hell I hate tenses when time travel is involved. People claimed (not definite, though) that I was spotted in some place but I am very sure that I was not there. Or I may be there but doing something else entirely. A doppelgänger, maybe. A time travelling self, I like to be.
For days now, I am thinking of having a pet. But before getting one, I have questions. Big questions.
Am I in the right state of mind and emotion to have a pet. It is a big commitment. Am I willing to have this pet in my life for the next 15 or so years (assuming it is a dog or cat). Can I take care of this “baby”… give it food, shelter, affection, protection that it needs from me.
Is my apartment the right fit for a pet? What would my roommates react to a pet around the apartment? How about the neighbors? How about if I go to work, would the animal stay in the apartment alone until I return? What if I will be assigned on the field, who will take care of the pet?
Should I get a dog or a cat? A big one or a small one? Can it live in a small space? How much exercise does it need? Pet food, how much? Vet bills, definitely.
If I can’t have a dog or cat, how about fish? Can I have an aquarium in the apartment? How much would it cost installing and maintaining it? Which aquatic creatures should I get?
Too many questions! This will occupy my mind for many days to come.
So my new year started uneventful. Probably because it falls on Maundy Thursday where it is almost somber everywhere. But I do hope the rest of the my new year would be different.
So what would my new year entails? I don’t dare to speculate because I don’t want to jinx any good things that may come before me. But there are things that I should do (or start) this year.
For finances, I am already training myself on managing it. Paid my one of my credit cards already. The other one, I set a plan of paying it down without incurring too much interest. I am disciplining myself of treating my credit cards like a debit card so that I will fall to the debt trap again. I may have to increase my income, either my taking a side job or switching full-time job.
I may not get fit this year but I really need to get started. So I do hope to get my a** off and start moving. I also need to get a physical check-up just in case. Diabetes runs in the family.
I also want to go on a vacation this year. A full one-week break would be nice.
I can’t think more things to do at this time. Will post some soon.
PS: Yes, I am that old but for me it is just a number.
I always fancy myself as a writer. You know, someone who writes stuff. The problem is, I haven’t written anything for a long (emphasis on the “long”) time. My mind can be full of words, ideas, but when these are swimming in head I always tell myself that I don’t have time to sit down and write. Yes, I procrastinate. Or sometimes when I do have time to write, I can’t seem to force the ideas buried inside my mind to just flow out. Yes, I blame writer’s block. Or is it?
I started seeing myself that I can actually write some nice stuff after my first writing assignment of my essay class way back college. On the first day of the class, the teacher distributed index cards (if I remember correctly) containing topics for an essay to be written on the spot. The topic that I got was something about being sixty years old. I had to write that essay in less that an hour so I decided to make it short and not so serious, in short, I need to exaggerate. I don’t remember the exact words but I put there me being on retirement, a big company, a distinguished record, and with a nice home. I ended the essay with, “I am sixty and I am OK.”
The next day of the class, all essays are returned except for a few ones. I haven’t received mine. The teacher said she will read the chosen essays in class before returning it. “Uh, oh,” I thought. After reading mine, she asked if I want to join the school publication. I said, I don’t have time. See first paragraph. But after getting some good marks on my essays on that class I eventually joined the school publication. Maybe I can share more of that next time. Years after graduating though I never written something substantial but I still fancy myself as a writer.
In the early days of social networking (the era of Friendster and onwards), I started writing some little stuff (just short pieces) sporadically. I posted and cross-posted them on my blogs, in Multiply, LiveJournal, and i.ph. Some were personal but most of fandom related in nature. On the non-fandom writings, I usually posted those as a form of emotional catharsis (which a friend pointed out). Then, the well of inspiration dried out. The writing muse left. I reverted back to my usual reasons of not writing. See first paragraph.
So, here I am. With a new blog. Go, figure. I need to do this. I need myself and other people see me not just by my day job or just my geeky hobbies. If I wanted to see myself as a writer, I had to write. Write not just sporadically. Write not only about fandom. Write not only as an emotional catharsis. Write not only because I am inspired. I just have to write stuff. I hope I can sustain this for days to come. For this, I need to push myself. If I stall, please don’t hesitate to slap me with a trout. Top image: “Keyboard” by Peter Harrison (cheetah100) is licensed under CC BY 2.0.