How does that feel like? 1 12/ day of complete freedom?
F'course it feels good. According to one of (my) favorite and reliable sources, 'Freedom' is...
"(the idea of being free) is a very broad concept that has been given numerous different interpretations by different philosophies and schools of thought. The protection of interpersonal freedom can be the object of a social and political investigation, while the metaphysical foundation of inner freedom is a philosophical and psychological question. Both forms of freedom come together in each individual as the internal and external values mesh together in a dynamic compromise and power struggle; the society fighting for power in defining the values of individuals and the individual fighting for societal acceptance and respect in establishing one's own values in it.
Freedom as the absence of restraint means unwilling to subjugate, lacking submission, or without forceful inequality. The achievement of this form of freedom depends upon a combination of the resistance of the individual (or group) and one's (their) environment; if one is in jail or even limited by a lack of resources, this person is free within their power and environment, but not free to defy reality. Natural laws restrict this form of freedom; for instance, no one is free to fly (though we may or may not be free to attempt to do so). Isaiah Berlin appears to call this kind of freedom "negative freedom" - an absence of obstacles put in the way of my action (especially by other people). He distinguishes this from "positive freedom", which refers to one's power to make choices leading to action."
But to me, freedom means no Christine. No Christine. Yes, the quiet/tranquil/serene 36 hrs without that loud/noisy and sometimes-delusional sister of mine. Another sister of mine, Pauline, checked out early as well, since her darling is in town today...
My sister's on her working trip to the east coast (Kelantan, Terengganu). These hours of freedom are rare gems, baby!!! Usually at this time of the day she'd be roaring at the top of her lungs at the smallest possible things (???) or seeking solace in front of the mirror for hours (esp. since she did a new 'do a few days back) admiring whatever that's (left???) there... :-)
Hmmm...less than a day to go...wonder when will her next assignment be? Is that why Pauline always pray that Chris gets an overseas posting??? Ouch~