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gone.

will i be back?
i don't know.
maybe i've started elsewhere.
maybe never. again.

domingo, febrero 22, 2004

[ 489. Sunday Mornings ]

Here i am sitting at home, sipping coffee and typing this. Last night i got a message about a certain meeting this morning, which i shortly refuse to go thinking that i should spend some time at home with my mother. Sharply enough, my aggressor asked if it was an active order. I said otherwise, and i was slapped in the face by this message: "normally you spend more time going out with friends..." Read between the lines, and it would read: "If you had spend time on saturday night at home you won't be having this problem." If you realize, that statement has several assumptions. First, i have nothing important on outside the four walls of my house, which happen to be true. Second, my mother will do nothing and stay at home 24/7, so essential i have the freedom to spend time with her as and when my time allows. Third, if i have spent time on a saturday night with my mother, staying at home on sunday mornings is no longer necessary. However, i tell you that the second and third assumptions are flawed. My mother as a working professional who up to now is still studying, has as much social life as me, if not more. Saturday nights has traditionally been nights out for the entire household, so by staying at home i will eventually end up either at my computer, or staring at the four walls. Am i right to say that you expect me to tell my mother the next morning "Oh, i've spent time at home yesterday with your walls so today i can't accompany you. Sorry." The last argument can be easily overturned with the famous "even if you ate yesterday doesn't mean you don't need food today." principle.

I only get to go home once a week, like most guys my age now. Only during this time when i started my stint with the SAF, then i value my mother even more. Talking to her more, listening to her stories and woes, and seeing how she go on achieving greater heights despite all circumstances being unfavourable really makes me feel damn proud of her. I don't want to regret not spending enough time with her one day.

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