Monday, December 3, 2012

Noche Buena 2012

Shall we?

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Ely Buendia

Oo na ako na ang busy! Nagka love life lang ako nawala na ko sa sirkulasyon. Ibalato nyo na sa akin ito, mag 34 na ko kailangan ko na lumagay sa tahimik (sa tahimik lang, hindi sa sobrang tahimik. Ibang lugar na yung sobrang tahimik). Anyway, hindi tungkol sakin ang blog ko ngayon kundi tungkol sa title ng blog ko.

Madami na din akong kilalang sikat sa showbiz na nagmula/tumira sa Pasig. Pero kagabi ko lang nalaman na tumira pala sa Pasig si Ely Buendia at nag aral sa PCC. Sa #68 Dr. Sixto Antonio Avenue. Kung di ako nagkakamali, somewhere near Rizal High School yang number na yan. At may nasulat pa pala siyang kanta tungkol dito. Idol ka talaga!

Pasig Catholic College Batch 1983 - Elementary

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Baha 2012

water inside our house

For the second time (Ondoy being first), pinasok ang bahay namin ng baha. We started moving things up around 6 pm, Aug. 7. Mga 1 foot pa bago mapasok ang bahay namin. Water level sa labas ay knee high na. Our house is approximately 2 and 1/2 feet above the ground. At 10 pm, Aug. 7 still, less than 1 foot na lang. Around midnight, water started showing inside. As of this writing (3:20 AM, Aug 8), may batisan na kami sa loob ng bahay (medyo aabot na sa bukong-bukong yung taas ng tubig sa loob).

But we're ok. Really. Quota na bahay namin sa baha!

Be safe and dry people. Bro, please keep the Philippines and the Filipino people faithful.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Young Blood - Letter for Lolo

Hi, lolo.

I will probably never let go of the idea that I did not have a chance to say goodbye. I like it when people tell me that they’re leaving. When I was a kid, I would get mad at my parents whenever they would leave the house without saying goodbye.

It’s probably because I don’t like the feeling of being alone. It makes me a bit disoriented, somewhat confused, and most likely afraid. Now I am wondering if this is what my Nanay and her siblings must feel like.

I really don’t have a specific memory of you, but what I remember are the little everyday things. Like before you had an accident, you’d bring  pancit  malabon  every time you came to stay for the weekend. Every Saturday morning, your ringing the doorbell had a lingering quality to it. You’d press the button, then wait a couple of seconds to release it. I would drag my feet, still feeling very sleepy, to open the door. I would see you in your cap and oversized khaki jacket, a dark blue messenger bag on your shoulder, and in your hand a plastic bag containing the  bilao  of  pancit, or  sapin-sapin.

With your lopsided smile, you’d gruffly shove the  bilao  at my face. Ha-ha. It’s like you had to give something first before entering our house—an offering, perhaps?

I guess that’s how you repurposed yourself. You always came on weekends after Lola passed away. Maybe you were a bit lonely, and you needed a change of atmosphere. And I guess you just liked the idea of still being able to provide for your family even in your old age. You were 80+ back then and pretty much stronger than any other grandpa I knew: You were still commuting on your own, bringing snacks, or dinner even—“Chicken Sorrow,” anyone? That’s what you called Chicken Joy—and making sure that we were well provided for.

We were roommates back then. I used to hate the idea of having a roommate because I felt that I needed my own space (growing-up years). But my room had the biggest space (and the cleanest one at that). So during college, there were times when I came home late, due to academic and, most often than not,  lakwatsa  purposes. You’d always check up on me, where I’d been, who I was with. You’d always say that I should come home early and that I should be careful because “maraming  loko  sa  mundo.” Being naturally optimistic, I’d find that statement a bit off. I did wonder where you got that “mean world syndrome,” but I guess your being raised in very harsh conditions (World War II) somewhat molded your values—and showed how fiercely protective you could be for your family. Well, that’s from a man who slept with two types of  balisong  under his bed sheet. (You gave me one but I politely refused.)

We had those conversations. Random ones. Your road adventures with your friends (because you wanted to eat a certain delicacy in a certain province), how you and Lola met in a parlor. I guess my inquisitiveness also played a key role. And through that I learned that you dated many girls but in the end chose Lola to be your wife. You saw past the physical beauty of other girls and saw Lola’s inner qualities that made her beautiful inside out, with motherly qualities that you said would be needed for a family. And you advised me to look for the inside qualities in a girl as well.

You always believed in me, in what I did and what I could do. You’d say I could go far in life. You actually encouraged me to sing on stage. Every time you watched a choir in our church, you’d say I should sing with it. I dismissed that as plain nagging. But deep inside, a small part of me was actually happy and curious about the what-if and what-could-be. I needed that challenge.

So, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for being the fiercely loyal, ever practical provider-believer type of Lolo. Thank you for sharing your life with me.

Enjoy heaven. Till next time, roomie.


Jose Benigno Aquino Gonzales, 24, was in Singapore for training when his grandfather, Leonardo Dizon Aquino, died. This letter was read at his Lolo’s wake.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Daddy Yo!

Happy father's day Domjullian!

Happy father's day to my dad, my brothers Raf, Dario, Andre and Leroy, Brothers-in-law, Uncles, Daddy friends, daddy bloggers - Kuri, Chinggoy, Aajao.

As Lou Albano puts it, all fathers have a certain peculiarity, which is endearing but really embarrassing. It can really damage you mentally and occasionally drive you nuts, but there’s nothing you can do about it. After all, dad wouldn’t be dad without these little personal details. It irks you to death but you learn to love it anyway. It’s what makes your family a family.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Multa Pacis 003

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back. - Anonymous -

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Lahat ng nanay astig!

Happy, happy mother's day sa lahat ng mga ina!

To my mom, I will forever be in debt, grateful and proud to be your son!

To my sisters, you both rock!

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love.  It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.  ~Edwin Hubbell Chapin

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Boy Banat 001

Habang nag di drinking session, dinidigahan ni boy tropa si girl tropa:

Boy tropa: view ka ba?

Girl tropa: baaaakkeeettt?

Boy tropa: side view, front view, back view....i love you!

*Hagalpak sa tawa*

humirit si girl tropa

Girl tropa: may nakalimutan ka!

Boy tropa: anooo?

Girl tropa: FUCK YOU!!!!

supalpal si boy tropa.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Family Humor 012

At home...awhile ago

Ate talking to eldest son

Ate: eldest son, tignan mo yung mata mo namamaga na kakapuyat, kaka computer.

sumabat si middle son...

Middle son: Mommy, ako namamaga din ba mata ko?

Ate: Hinde....buong katawan mo namamaga kakakain.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Domjullian's Top 10 Feeling Moments

1. Yung feeling na taeng tae ka na at nagmamadali ka makapunta ng CR tapos isang mahaba at malakas na utot lang pala. Sakit sa tyan mode.

2. Yung feeling na tuwang tuwa at ganado ka mag present sa clients dahil lahat sila nakatingin at nagagalingan sayo only to find out na bukas pala zipper ng slacks mo. Hello world mode.

3. Yung feeling na aatras ka sa parking lot todo apak sa gas, yun pala hindi mo nalagay sa reverse ang kambyo. Salpok sa pader. Sorry my boknay mode.

4. Yung feeling na nananaginip ka na umiihi tapos maya maya makakaramdam ka ng mainit at basa sa kama mo. Ewww mode.

5. Yung feeling na excited ka makita at isang dating kakila at ka close tapos wala lang sa kanya dahil tingin nya sa iyo ay mere acquaintance na lang. What ever happened to friendship mode.

6. Yung feeling na uutot ka at akala mo walang tunog yun pala meron. Sa gitna pa ng klase yun. Lamunin na ako ng lupa sa hiya mode.

7. Yung feeling na may naalala ka tapos after 1 minute nakalimutan mo na kung ano yun at inis na inis ka dahil di mo maalala. Memory gap mode.

8. Yung feeling na excited ka pumunta sa ibang bansa dahil first time mo pumunta doon tapos naiwan mo pala ang passport mo. Tanga mode.

9. Yung feeling na natapos mo yung mas mahirap pa sa calculus na excel computations na ginagawa mo all by yourself tapos biglang nag hang at hindi naka auto recovery/save yung file mo. Suicide mode.

10. Yung feeling na sarap na sarap ka sa panonood ng porn tapos pag lingon mo nasa likod mo pala anak mo. Takip mata mode.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

My Other Woman

Happy Birthday to my other woman @ Anne Curtis!!!
 Chup chup mwah mwah!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


Happy ValenTIME's day blog world!!!

Happy birthday to ate Kris Aquino! oo sanggang dikit kame!

Monday, January 30, 2012

Singapore Solo Trip Day 3 (MBS, Esplanade, Raffles, Clark Quay)

I decided to go back to MBS to see the place in broad day light. I woke up early and reached the place before 8 in the morning by bus.

The Cenotaph

Cenotaph marking

The future olympics venue

Army Monument Marking

Cenotaph marking

Singapore Flyer


Fullerton Hotel Side View

Early morning yoga

Marina Bay Sands

The One Fullerton Hotel

This way

The mini Merlion

Merlion Park Marking

One Fullerton marking

The larger Merlion

Makansutra marking

Makansutra history


Marina Square

Esplanade Mall

Helix Marking

Youth Olympic Park Marking

Another angle of Merlion

and MBS

Bin it!

Youth Olympic Lists

Helix & MBS

Youth Olympic Marking

Go Pinas!

Enchanting indeed

Esplanade's facade

Another helix pic

Christmas Tree


and again

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Singapore Solo Trip Day 2 (Sentosa/Lau Pa Sat)

Sentosa entrance

Merlion @ Sentosa

Cable Car Destination

Complimentary meryenda @ cable car

now you know

Spell S-E-N-T-O-S-A



I didn't catch this one.


The Luge

beach front

little merlion

SOS Sched

Merlion again

Lake of dreams

The thinker

must try

another must try

Imbiah Lookout point

Cable Car ride


Boon Tat St.

Lau Pa Sat @ Boon Tat St. - must go!

Day 2 dinner - dimsum