Season2 Episode6 of The Dan and Rye Show, "Tagay Na, Mga Kasuy!", is out now!
Inuman, nomohan, toma, lasingan, tagayan… usapang lasingan itoh! Well, not really.
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I finally decided to buy a new Ipod to replace the one that I had that was stolen at work two weeks ago. After calling Fortress, Broadway and Designer Group, and asking the staff to check their other branches for stocks, it dawned on me that Ipod videos are SOLD OUT in all of Hong Kong.
After about 15 minutes of deliberating which one to buy: the black tote OR the white duffel, I remembered what my friend, Steve (funny he once referred to me as "material girl" when he is the one who I am quoting now), once said: "Honey, we don't say OR, we say AND."
Not wanting another frustration for today, I said to the salesgirl: "I'll get both."
And so here they are, my newest roommates:
Now I understand why the Universe conspired to not give me that Ipod or those Puma shoes -- so that I could get the deer skin that I adopted a month ago, playmates.
Note to my mommy: Rems, it's my birthday month! I'm allowed to splurge, aren't I?
Last week, Ellen*, one of my fellow dancers came rushing out of the stage after our final pose, pissed by a Chinese kid sitting with his mom in the audience. The kid was around 8. During the part where we, the dancers go up the bleachers to interact with the spectators, he reached for Ellen's hand and had her touch his stiff dick while he stared amusingly at Ellen's boobs.
A few hours after the sms argument I had with my colleague, I saw him at work on Sunday morning. I was smoking outside the theater and there he was, a few meters from me talking on the phone. A few breaths later, he hung up and sat beside me. I extinguished my ciggy and started heading for the door.
He said, "Hey, I'm sorry about last night."
I ignored him.
Fast forward to --- 5-minute call to places.
I was putting on my show shoes and then he came up to me and said, "Rye, I'm sorry. I really am."
"I don't wanna talk about it," I replied coldly.
"I want to."
"I spent too much energy this morning to come to work positive and smiling. I won't let you ruin it. If you really wanna talk, talk to somebody else about it. Not me." Walk out.
Fast forward to --- 7:40ish pm, just a few minutes before the volleyball game.
I got a lengthy sms from him that started with "Rye, I owe you an explanation." Wait a minute, just less than 24 hours ago, you said you didn't owe me, or anybody an explanation, didn't you? The sms was polite and apologetic in tone. The bottomline: he was drunk when we were on it. And when he woke up after that big drinking spree, he realized he crossed the line and that his being hammered was no excuse to act that way. And he felt bad because I am one of the very few people at work that he considers true friends. Good thing he realized that. But I don't care anymore.
He doesn't care, I don't care. We're even.
My reaction to the sms: "This is not the first time, ******. And your morning-after sorries don't justify your drunken rudeness anymore. Let's just forget this episode ever happened. And to save ourselves from more of these in the future, let's also just forget this friendship ever existed."
Shortly after, the referee blew his whistle to signal the first serve for the night.
I am writing this entry drunk and looking (and feeling) stupid. Pardon me for all the typos and incoherence I might commit.
It's a Saturday night. My giood friend, Chris and I had planned to go oiut and have a drink and be home by midnight.
Well, I am drunk. It's 3:36am, I am not home and Chris is nowhere to bge found.
I guess the lesson to be learned is: I just don't have the discipline that I thought I have. Well, at kleast I have the decency to not call insick tomorrow. Unlike my alternate.
At about 8pm tonight, he called me to say he couldn't come to work because he had a jod interview in Macau. I sounded cold. Then he texted me, saying:
“What’s it like to be a ‘celebrity blogger’?” I asked.
It was a Monday night. I had been busy all day making beef stroganoff and mexican chicken wings while helping out our cleaning lady do her job to get things done faster. Dan was at work. Earlier in the afternoon, Dan met up with him and got him in the park. Chris was home, sleeping all day.
By 9pm, we were all seated around the dining table: Dan, Chris, him and me --- talking about life, love, family, blogging, career, friends and sexuality. Dan was cerebral in his questions, as usual while I was a bit more emotional. Chris managed to keep quiet all night, hiding his unusual shyness under the guise of being tired after pumping iron and playing with the treadmill. He answered the questions casually and matter-of-factly.
After a hearty dinner, 3 liters of wine, some jello shots, a few cans of beer and almost 2 hours’ worth of podcast material, we called it a night. Too late a night though for him to go back to the hotel. He decided to stay over.
Fun night! And more than the fun, it's been an honor for The Dan and Rye Show to have had in our studio our favorite listener (he insists he’s a fan, not a mere lurker) --- celebrity blogger and 1/3 of the troikasters --- Joel McVie.
Sunlight.. on Sunday.. after 2 weeks of sporadic rainfall of varied intensities. That's what I meant.
So I got up at 7am and headed right to the grocery store to pick up stuff I'd take with me to the beach. It was such a thrill to be doing groceries at that hour of the day --- no long lines, no cart bumpers, no loud-mouthed shoppers, and the staff looked fresh and a lot friendlier than usual. I was probably the first customer Taste serviced that day. It was quite entertaining to see the look on the lady-in-the-counter's face when she saw what my cart was filled with --- vodka and other sorts of alcohol and mixers --- at half past 7 IN THE MORNING!
At 8am, I was back home making jello shots and drunken strawberries.
Took a little refresher nap and headed to South Bay Beach by noon. It was my last weekend off for this set-days off cycle. The next time I will have that again, it will be winter already. There was no way I was gonna miss the beach. No way.
they just love those strawberries
noel, derrick and me
todd, ido and harold
michael and that sexy guy named tony
the rainbow flag at south bay
The day ended with pizza, beer, and a few episodes of Sex & the City and Dante's Cove at Tony and Kevin's apartment.
Remember the penchant that we shared for Vivaldi's music, Gabriel Garcia Marquez's love novels and Pablo Neruda's poetry?
Remember the nights of long silence in your bed?
Or the evenings we turned off the light and gazed at the aquarium while sipping spirits?
Remember our episodes of togetherness --- just you and me?
They're all gone.
Today, I am writing you this letter in hopes that maybe, somehow, while you're in the beach with your friends and your book and your alcohol (which seems to have taken my place in your life), you may think of me. And the wonderful moments that we shared when you were young, and not so busy.
Typhoon signal no. 8 was hoisted today at around 1:30pm in HK, as the strong winds of Tropical Storm Pabuk's speed exceeded 62 kph.
|You scored as The all-round cute gay guy, |
You are a cute guy who many would die to be with..........lucky!!
I lost my Ipod at work today.
At around 4pm, I was brought to an office where I was supposed to file a loss report. The woman who received my report asked me how, if they ever find a "white 30Gb Ipod", they could make sure that it was mine.
I gave them the following points:
1) the Ipod name was Ryeness.
2) I could furnish them a copy of the serial number.
3) the first three songs were: "A Brand New Day", "A Brand New Day" and "A Brand New Day" (different versions, of course)
4) I could enumerate all 25 episodes of "The Dan & Rye Show" in the podcast folder.
5) I could enumerate the contents of the movies folder. All 40 porn flicks.
I want my Ipod back! That was my renewal gift for myself last year. That, and a Tiffany necklace, which I've also lost some 3 months ago.
Here, ladies and gentlemen, is my employment contract until September of 2008.
After about of month of anxiety brought about by the contract renewal, I received the verdict on Thursday, August 2. My boss presented to me the contract and asked whether I wanted to take it home with me so I can study it further. With much delight, I said to him, "No. I'll sign it right now."
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