| | The best part about family gatherings is, well, the gathering. The worst part would be discovering that your relatives read your blog, but here's an entry nonetheless.
April 18-19 was Bicol weekend. It was kinda stressful because it hasn't been one week then since we went to Bicol, then there we were again. Travel hours reach 12 hours when we're extremely out of luck, but a lucky 7-hour trip is still a pain in the ass.
So anyway, what is up in Bicol, you may ask? Well, it was my lolo's 90th birthday!  I didn't want to go at first really, but you know what happened eventually. Like a lot of other people who went to the event, we were under the assumption "baka last [birthday] na 'to." Very cruel family members, yes we are. So ta-daaa!!!! People-filled it was.
This lolo is Itay Pedro, my father's father. To be really honest, this isn't the side of the family I'm fond of. They're not really the group of people I hang out a lot with, but it's probably because I never really try. And also because it's a really big family. My dad has 13 siblings, though 3 of them are dead already, which makes them 11. But still, they are still eleven, and eleven is about 3 times as much as my other grandparents' children. Which makes this side of the family at least 3 times bigger than the other one, hence everyone is more or less hardly remembered.
Anyway, something about my lolo besides having 14 children: he's a war veteran. He's actually one of the Filipino guerillas who fought against the Japanese during the second World War. He was there in the real actual deadly Death March! You know, the Death March is called Death March for a reason, and if you survived it, it's just pure awesomeness!!! [Greetings to Jack Black  ] And you know when the Japanese soldiers really liked randomly slashing Filipinos using their bayonets or something, my lolo was one of their victims. And it's totally cool because he still has the marks of the bayonet wound somewhere around his belly. He's practically a living legend. Pure awesomeness.
So the party was surprisingly fun -- not that I expected it to be not fun, but I didn't expect myself to have fun. There's a difference. It was nice to see long lost cousins and nephews and nieces who happen to be older than me but yeah, what the hell. I enjoyed learning how my grandparents were like as parents through the short speeches of some sort that my uncles and aunts gave (not all 11of them, btw!). My lolo is so scary! I wouldn't want him as a dad even in the coming lifetimes of my soul; he was one freaking hell of a dictator dad. But I think that's cool as long as I'm not his child hahaha  And it's really funny when some person is saying something to him and then he ends up falling asleep or suddenly is gone to wiwi break.
Amazing thing: we were all wearing the same shirt. I would want to have my face printed in a shirt too and have people wear it on my birthday. That would be really, really fabulous.
Epic Shirt 
'Cause in Bicol, that's the way they like it.
Itay blowing the candle!
It's amazing that he was still able to release enough air for this,
I thought he was too old for that.
Xs: I took this picture, I think it's really nice
L-R: My lolo's brother or something-I'm not sure-it's complicated, my father, and my lolo.
or R-L: the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly; at least according to my dad.
Some sort of family picture :3
They call us the 1st generation grandchildren, but I don't understand what 2nd degree would be. But I think that's jut half of us, we split up since we're a really large bunch. I'm not even entirely sure who that kid beside me is, sorry kid. 
Why I'm never decent in the presence of food -
it's The Felizmenio Way. Hahahaha 
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