The following is an excerpt:

This morning, I finished half of a new feature story that I was planning on posting tonight. It was supposed to be about the characteristics of Jumpers (who are special human beings capable of doing special (what else?) things like jumping through space and landing anywhere in the world) compared to those of Bloggers. Basically, I wanted to draw comparisons between the two, and in the end say that although Jumpers are cool because of their powers, Bloggers can be cool too. You just have to look at things from the right perspective.

So anyway, like I said earlier, I had already finished half of that feature document, and successfully saved its draft in the memory card of my Nokia E50. You see, I don’t yet have a computer of my own, and my smart phone is the only thing that I can use as a compromise. I can read and write common documents on it, which is mostly all that a Blogger like myself should need anyway.

I would’ve already posted that darned Jumper article here right now, but unfortunately, I no longer have the draft with me. Why? Because I no longer have my memory card with me. Why? Because I no longer have my Nokia E50. And why? Because I pawned it earlier this afternoon for some lunch money.

So here I am, broke to the bone in a computer shop, living off debt money, faith and a few of my principles, trying to look for a subject that I could write about as a compromise for that missing Jumper article. I could try and recall it as hard as I could from memory, and just rewrite the whole thing as best as I can, but I feel it would just be a waste of my time. I believe that no problem should ever be solved twice. And writing that article again would become that — overkill.

So what now? Certainly I can’t just sit here and let my time pass by. I’m paying for my Internet access by the minute, after all. And if time is gold, my online time is gold-plated gold. I can’t waste any. That’s why I’m determined to make my online time today useful, just like I always do. Or try to do anyway.

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