You know how a twinky has that yellow breaded covering around the white creamy goodness inside? (NOTE: I do not like twinkies…they are nasty, but it’s one of the few metaphors that makes sense on this blog.) There can’t be a imbalance of the two. If you have too much bread, you have a small loaf of bread and if you have too much cream, you have whipped cream with pieces of bread in it. Some people who read may not know that I live in the middle of nowhere. Rural is the politically correct term and me, being a city folk myself, I found out a bunch of white people in this area where i live in. Back where I used to live, it was all minorities and let’s say I saw and heard a lot of gang violence. To my point! I have cousins and an uncle that moved into my house…3 to 4 days ago and I like them. it’s nice having some more people in my little house…<–sarcasm… I don’t mind. If they don’t bother me, i won’t bother them.
They are still working on the jet lag though… it sucks… they are awake till 3 to maybe 5 in the morning playing MY PS3! >.< But I have to be nice and share…SHARING IS FREAKING CARING! >.o Though this does give me time to work on my sketch book. I got some new drawings!
Knowing my people, Filipinos, we are loud people. Very loud people. If in a group, we are VERY VERY loud people. So, just imagine 5 more Filipino people with 2 Filipinos that can under stand them, me not being one of them, and having to hear them talk talk… exactly! I stay in my room and draw and turn the tele to 11 (not really, it’s usually at 30 ish) and block out most of the noise. It’s my small sanctuary.
They are family, so I have to be nice… But I don’t have to stay or hang with them so that’s all good for me!