Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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Just got home and while driving home, I was mulling over this thought to send out to the universe: when I was growing up, my parents were (are still, in fact) working in Makati (which is very far from the mountains where we live). Everyday, my dad would call us at home to ask if I needed anything - his words, "Is there anything you need to beg, borrow or steal?" In other words, if my brother or I needed supplies such a pad, ballpen, books and the like. It's usually things like that we would wait for at night. Okay I am digressing, but they came home reasonably early enough for us to get the stuff we need, catch up on our day and help out with homework as well. There were days, though, my dad or mom would tell us, "we're coming home late tonight" - meaning they had a dinner, business meeting, etc. And even if they would "come home late," that was around 10pm or so. And now that I am probably close to the age they used to say that to us, my normal coming home time is 10pm and "come home late" - this means work and not gimmick - is about, oh, 12 midnight to 1am? Goodness, if I have kids, I think my definition of "come home late" should change. :P Or will it? Sometimes I can't just leave work alone (heehee addict)... I don't know, I guess it's just a matter of priorities (especially if one has a family) and perspective... and at this point in my life, it's pretty much focused on work. :) Just a thought.
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