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Monday, July 17, 2006

Midnight Anxiety: Weak Moments

Trapped in a weak moment, that is where I am now.

I just can't help but shed tears because I greatly miss my mother right now. I am feeling gloomy this sunday evening, not wanting to go to work tomorrow. If she was here, I would have someone to help me sort out these feelings. This is just one of the voids in my life that nobody has filled in her absence. I know I have some friends, brothers and sister to talk to, but it's not really the same.

Work has been hellish. I think this is the clincher of it all. I'm gonna work it out so that I am well-prepared to leave the Firm before the year ends. Then maybe I can take a few months off and spend it in Davao, to see if I can settle for a job there. That's one option I'll look into.

I have always been one to listen to my parents' guiding voice. Amidst all the independence I've had through the years, part of me is lost without them.

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