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It's the last day of the four-day weekend and here I am staring at an empty MS Visio page, wondering if I can finish this in time for my presentation tomorrow. Three sets of business plans for my three roles, and I'm already getting all nauseated thinking about the next three days.

It's been pretty quiet for the past two hours - my siblings left after lunch, J with his family to visit a friend in Antipolo, and A back to the dorm. It's fun having them around, especially with Baby L, but considering the size of our mansion, it can be quite chaotic. Yesterday they were jumping around playing with the XBox Kinect, while I was trying to work and watch them at the same time. Of course I ended up doing more watching than working.

A was telling her boyfriend (who also spent the past two days here with us) that it would've been more of a madhouse if D was also here with C, and if Ate Len was still alive and with RB. Yup, we have always been a noisy family. In our house, you need to raise your voice to be heard over the din at the dinner table. I guess I got that from my parents - how every meal time is family time, which is tantamount to discussion time. And when I say discussion, I mean discussion. We talk about practically anything and everything, from current events and world history to science and technology,  from relative's weirdness to A's latest craziness. 

Growing up in a family such as ours, it's so hard to imagine that there are families out there where siblings hate each other so much you can't put them together in one room without a heated exchange of words. In our family, our parents don't have to worry about such things - since they are the ones who are always arguing, sometimes even getting physical about it. But that's another story...