So Little Time, So Many Things To Do

Idling around like a rich kid is something I do best (but I'm not a rich kid). That's one of my favorite pastimes actually. I usually let the time pass with my back on my bed and staring at the ceiling, or sitting under the mango tree in front of our house or doodling on a piece of paper or doing other ways of wasting time. It feels so good to live life such as this. No deadlines, no time frames! Your time is yours!

But, I'm afraid life isn't the same anymore. Lucky if I have time to sit under the mango tree and notice the big yellow hibiscus flower a few meters away from the tree. Lucky if I can ride my bike and get myself a helping of sunshine vitamin. Lucky if I can do the things I used to do when I was still young and carefree.

Work keeps me busy, so busy right now. I can barely spare one to two hours of my time to eat out with my friends or read my favorite books. If I have to do so, then I have to sacrifice my sleep even if it'll make me groggy and dizzy.

If only one hour of sleep is enough to refuel a person's energy. If only I can divide myself into two, or maybe three so that I can do the things I needed and wanted to do. If only I can stretch time. If only...

But what can I do? That's the way things are. Just have to live with it.

Bet I'll stay awake until dawn again. The two books I have been itching to read are just infront of my very eyes, waiting for me to flip the hard and glossy cover, waiting for me to explore their pages and join the characters in their adventures. Then in the morning I have to clean my room, make up for my unworked hours then visit my cousins and at night visit the wake of my friend's father. And the next morning I have to... and the day after... Whew!