After I blogged that I don't have a photo of my dad, my aunt digged up her albums and tried to look for one Christmas photo of me and my family, and the dollhouse my dad made for me and my sister. That's the photo above. I thought it would make me happy. For a time, it did (like for five minutes). But as I looked at it last night, it made me cry. I cried for more than an hour and I hated myself for it. It seemed like I was stuck in a bad melodramatic movie. Nonetheless, I'm kinda glad I now have a proof that I did have a dad, and a doll house. BTW, I was a cute kid, no? Guess which one I am. And guess which one is my cousin who threw a tantrum to be included in our family's uber exclusive, once in a lifetime family photo. :D (Note: The doll house is in actual photo but not on this one because this is just a photo of the photo. :P)
Category: family
Marc Abella: Guitarist
We don't want you to think that we have an untalented, unskilled cousin. Marc Genesis Abella is, in fact, a fantastic guitarist. And to prove that to you... I have a clip of his performance with the Molave Junction of the Eagles' Hotel California: It was our niece's 1st birthday turned oldies party, hence, the uber kikay decoration around the place. And it was raining... HARD! Marc is only 14 years old and only started playing the guitar a couple of years ago. The music clip is available here... Marc Abella's Guitar Solo
Meet the Cousins
(A Warning to Shaun Ochia and other future manliligaws/nililigawan/bf/gf of my cousins) More than a month ago, Ate Ina told us the chismis that she saw Luan, one of our more timid cousins, at the mall, with a guy... about to hold hands. WAAAAIT! ANO ITO?! We have never heard Luan talk about a manliligaw/boylet/boyfriend. Later that day, we had our Sunday dinner and Luan was grilled to death about Mr. Shaun Ochia. NYAHAHA! Last Saturday, we were finally able to meet the mysterious Shaun when we played DotA together. Lucky him, we weren't in our vicious mode YET. He might think we're all nice and civil... well, we are. Or are we? This serves as a warning from the Council of Cousins (THERE'S 25 of US!) who will hunt you down and make you suffer pag kumilos ka ng masama... Meet the 4 active members of the Council... Ria Seems like a bitch... she can be at times. She will make your life hell if necessary. Special skill: Information gathering Andrew Ang Kuya ng Bayan... silent, won't bite unless you give him a reason to bite. Special Skill: Tech specialist Marc Youngest among 25... seems innocent and harmless. Special…
Great Food
Coz I want to make a food post but don't have much time, I'll show you photos of the wonderful food I've had these past few weeks... Lechon during my Tita's birthday party Ginataang Crabs during my Tita's birthday party Italian Cream Puffs my Titas, Gwing, and I made Italian Cream Puffs my Titas, Gwing, and I made Wagyu Beef, and Mashed Potatoes we had for dinner last night Obviously my Titas are also into food styling now that we photograph the food. :D More awesome photos and detailed food posts (and maybe some recipes) soon. :P
Papa
I was reading Ate Aileen's entry about her dad's birthday today and started crying. It's May 19, 2008, my dad's 21st death anniversary. I do not know a lot about my dad except for these... His name was Joel Cecilio Ozaraga Jose. He was born on June 3. I don't even know what year. His parents are Perfecto Sr. and Lourdes Jose. He was the youngest among 5 siblings. He has three sisters, Gloria, Milagros, and Teresita, and one brother, Perfecto Jr. He studied at the Ateneo de Davao High School and was in section A. He then studied at the University of the Philippines - Diliman where he took up AB Political Science. He then became affiliated with the League of Filipino Students (LFS) and stopped attending college when he became involved in the First Quarter Storm during the early Martial Law years. He met my mother, and they married eloped on December 20, 1976 (I am not sure about the year). They then went on to become members of the CPP-NPA. From what I know, they were both logistics officers. In 1979, they had a daughter, Cecilia, and another daughter in 1982, Maria. Both daughters were left in…
The Misadventures of the Allebas at Camp Sabros
My cousins Kuya Andrew, Gwing, Kuya Jofer, Marc, and I just came from Camp Sabros. To start of our misadventure, we missed this very important sign... So we passed through Digos City (where Camp Sabros is) then panicked upon seeing the "Thank You! Come Again to Digos" signage. :( Not such a great way to start a fun summer outing. It was a sign of things to come... dun dun duuuun! We had to turn back, tried to find the correct way, and realized we wasted a lot of time by getting lost. When we saw a McDonald's we immediately went down to buy lunch, but wasn't able to because it was only 10 am and they would only start serving non-breakfast food at 10:30 am. SAAAD! Then we began the long trip to Camp Sabros. It was loooong and bumpeh! Then we tried to trek from the parking area to the actual site. Gwing, Marc, and I failed at being trekkers so we rode motorcycles. It was my first time to ride a motorcycle. Nothing exciting. Then, we arrived at Camp Sabros, when it was almost our turn, the people manning the zipline had to eat lunch. :( So…