I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
Is it really 2009? Yes, yes it is. And in this second to last year of the first decade of the second millennium - that was a mouthful - what should one do? Capitulate and shuffle dejectedly into the soul-numbing mediocrity society now claims is normal life, or be bold, bloody and resolute, and continue to fight the good fight, trying out all manner of things you have yet to try??! Pussies need not answer that question.
Things I have not done that I would like to do in the very near future:
1. Visit Indonesia.
2. Climb a mountain.
3. Attempt to complete a triathlon.
4. Procreate...just kidding. Did you know children are well-versed in the art of mindfucking, and are prone to alter your reality? Don't say I didn't warn you.
I may or may not apply to graduate school.
Seems that my biking expedition across Europe might have to be scrapped. I am thinking of subbing that with either a walking tour of Southeast Asia or a camping trip in the desert somewhere. Or maybe I'll just go home and spruce up the kampong house my mom inherited and and claim it a retreat named "Clio y Erato" in tribute to all the pompous things writers and aspiring writers have done to convince themselves they are worth a damn. Wait, am I dissing myself?? What the hell.
I was in talks with this freelance designer formerly known as "Shane" to rebrand my online persona (i.e. shake a blog a little) so I might have a different url sometime. In the future. Not the past. Because time moves forward. Unless you have a flying Delorean - then time moves in ways that defy sense.
I have to go tend to this annoying habit called work now.
