Good Morning!

It's really early for me to be blogging. But anyway, i woke up today in a different house again. I'm in one of my tita's house almost near my Mom's house. And then i quaintly observed how family life runs in this family.  There are a lot of friendly usisa and non-chalant talks about computers, food etc. And so this is filial communication. Something that our family lacks that's why sometimes we fall apart on our own misgivings. i don't really talk a lot except for people whom i am close to.. but it's rather weird not to be talkative to people you have lived with for almost 20 years. Oh, these are problems arsing from presonal conflict and oppressed youth and it's not coming from me--- that i am sure of. My Poodrahbel talks a lot. But i don't know why...  

Our family could have been an HBO series. It's almost like 6 feet under with a touch of Desperate Housewives. and i think a hint of Angels in America will do. Nobody's perfect and i am used to that. I don't want to cut crap and just do what all the Hallmark card says and whatever inspirational stuff people churn in TV after a death in the family. No way. I say that in the most mature manner. I hope. I think i am sure of that. Let's say that we have our own faults. I have immuned myself and have gotten over that. I don't have the most adorable mother but its ok. At least my Mom didn't pimp me into prostitution like some mothers do. I still am blessed. I didn't get bonked. My hope springs eternal from the fact that some people are worthy of a slot in the drama machine.

Hope springs from one's own well.