I love being a Foz. For one thing, the name is unique. Everyone asks me why I call myself "Fozzy" and when I say that it's from my mom's maiden name, they're all amazed that such a name exists. Another thing is that "Foz" is actually a portuguese word. It translates to "mouth" - which probably explains the very loud voices we have. My tita can be heard from the Caltex station across the street and she's not even screaming (by her standards).

We're a bunch of artists and wannabe "artistas". Our moms get their hubbies drunk and let us kids dress them up in drag. Every year, we hold our reunion at Ilocos and have a programme for Lola and Lolo(+). When we 20-somethings were younger, we'd choreo a huge number. The boys would have a separate number in drag (full outfit with shoes and make-up). Weird, huh. We're so close that it feels like we're 16 brothers and sisters.

Here's a family photo of this year's celebration. To my cuzins in the states (Kuya TJ, Ate Daffo, Nica, Ida) and Karl who was stuck with soccer training, we really missed you. The programme was a whole lot shorter, but we managed to pull it off :)



And here are some other thumbs of interest:


pic 1: Mayee, Joanna, ate Kristine with Tala and Jericho
pic 2: Tita Polly and Mayee


pic 3: (clockwise from top) Naps, Marty, Mayee, Joanna, Pepong, Tita Donna
pic 4: (clockwise from left) ate Kristine, Mayee, Marty, Naps, Pepong, Joanna, Me


pic 5: the mommies do the Spaghetti dance
pic 6: (from left to right) Lowla, my mom & dad, Tito Danny, Tita Irene, ate Kristine, Tita Polly