Endoh’s Dungeon

Everyone’s complaining about how little time they have, I guess I am no different. I am human afterall. Time has become such a precious commodity in our life, losing track of time probably is a better deal. Doesn’t that sounds like, sweeping the problem underneath the carpet is better than dealing with the problem?

J asked earlier on, why shouldn’t I start dating again? In fact, she anticipated my answer to her question before I even typed it. Time! However, she did really set me back thinking for a good 15 minutes on where my time has drifted to.

I think I have never really keep track of time. My only form of tracking time, is making sure I ain’t late for anything. Yes, arriving late happens to me once in a blue moon. but my mobile phone’s time is set five minutes ahead of time and over the years I have cultivated the habit of leaving home 30 minutes earlier. It’s not a rare sight to catch me drinking coffee at the food court at 8.30am when service starts at 9.00am. That’s just me.

But there are SEVEN DAYS in a week?

For a start, I have training three nights a week. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Each run lasts about two to three hours. A whole bulk of time are spent on work, all the nonsensical administrative and proposals. Sunday is taken up by church service, and sometimes I meet up with friends after that.

(Actually, I am considering of shifting my run between 11pm to 2am)

Then, there’s still my dogs to take care of and their nightly walks. Preparing their food takes up an hour normally, the usual thawing, cooking and cooling before they are fed. Occasionally, I helped my niece when she have problems in her schoolwork. She’s like my half-daughter so I’m absolutely fine with that.

What’s left? Well, the little pockets of time are for myself to chill out in my room and that’s about it. And someone’s talking to me about dating? Where do I find the time to? The last thing I want, is to have a woman bickering in my ears that I ain’t spending enough time with her on shopping, movies, clubbing, her friends etc, when she’s not even with me while I do my stuffs.

So there’s my schedule… Welcome to my life.

Oh yea, blogging is not a must. For now, I still keep time aside for blogging to “detox” myself. A small amount of time is spent on reading, and researching my stuffs on internet.

Time?

Maybe my time management skill is bad, or I placed too much burdens on my shoulders. Home is a war zone to me, everyday. Every little thing can spark off a confrontation so my room is my bunker. I guess that’s it for now… it’s better to be alone and get my stuffs done instead of adding on another burden.

You got to be kidding me!