Had enough of Susan Boyle? Well, let's take a break, shall we?
Ladies and gentlemen, Hollie Steel. Not much drama, but enormous talent nonetheless.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Had enough of Susan Boyle? Well, let's take a break, shall we?
Revived Ep 9 "Laborer Lang? Laborer Po!"
Too serious, eh?
You really think so?
Listen up, they just might prove you wrong.
The duo also answer AJ's question on the Bb Gandanghari-Aruba incident,
and discuss fascinating entries from their blogs of the week.
More than one.
Don't forget to share your thoughts!
You may leave them on the comment section
or you may email Dan & Rye at
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Jethro walks into the dining area from the kitchen, shirtless and his hands, wet. He stands there for a minute, waiting for the conversation he has walked into to come to a pause. He doesn't want to interrupt his kuya and his nanay. As soon as an opportunity presents itself, he jumps in. "Kuya Law, do you have a strainer?"
Law turns to him and stares blankly, trying to think whether he has any.
Rye stops what he is doing, looks to their direction and bows his head. He was putting down the wicker magazine racks that hang by the windows to let the cool breeze in.
After a beat, Law replies, "Uhmm... I don't."
"Strainers, we don't have any in this house. But strangers, we have a lot in our lives. Real strangers whom we've never really met, and the other kind of strangers: people who were once important parts of our lives that we chose to become strangers, because if we allow them to linger any longer, they might hurt us again," Rye says, still looking down.
Ryan Lee, who is in the living room, previewing "The Love Of Siam", hears all these and solicits, "Who are they, nay?"
"I don't know, 'nak. I don't know them anymore," Rye claims.
They take a moment to let the energy die down and then they burst into corpulent laughters, applauding themselves for another spontaneous dramatic improvisation. Afterwhich, each one of them goes back doing his own thing. Jethro to the kitchen to solve the absence-of-strainer issue; Law to his chopping board, slicing the veggies for his kare-kare; Ryan Lee to "Love Of Siam", Rye to the window.
It is a stormy Friday. The previous night, at 8pm, Rye overheard from his colleagues that the HK Observatory was predicting that Typhoon 8 would be hoisted by dawn and probably even to 9 mid midday. He knew that this would be a non-working Friday. He packed his getaway bag, called Jethro, organized a get-together at Law's even before Law agreed, and headed to Causeway Bay. They kept themselves up all night, monitoring the direction and the speed of the winds, hoping that the storm doesn't decide to take a re-route.
Albeit a few hours delayed, the storm finally settled in at 7 in the morning, and the suspension of work was made official. Ryan Lee arrived. Those were the circumstances that led them here. Now.
The color of the peanut sauce and that of the achuete start to meld, as the oxtail becomes too tender, it begins to disintegrate. The buzzer sounds off, and Jethro gets up from the couch, where he and his brother, Ryan Lee, have been sitting over the last 2 hours, watching the foreign film that Ryan Lee was previewing since he got here. He opens the door to let Enan and Steve in. They have with them a pot of champorado and a hefty amount of fried danggit.
Later on, Josh, Miro and Dan arrive and the party gets started. Jethro gets on the computer and invites some more friends who, after about an hour, come with enough supply of alcohol to feed the whole household until the storm subsides.
On the 18th floor of Pearl Mansion on Patterson Street, the Beckies get lost in oblivion--- celebrating friendship, sharing love, toasting to an extra dayoff, and making a complete fool of themselves while outside, the rain begins. They pray that it never ends.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Dan & Rye promised a BBQ party for their anniversary. So despite the nonstop downpour of rain, they forced themselves to put barbecue on the table. It was a fun-filled night, to say the least.
Amidst the beautiful chaos that went on that night--- somewhere in the middle of taboo, charades, karaoke, gossiping, eating, drinking and back-and-forth mocking--- an episode was recorded by Dan & Rye, with, of course, a little help from their friends: Enan, Rey, and the HK Beckies.
Listen up, kasuys! Forgive us if the sporadic tilian and the walang-awat na pag-a-accent ng mga bakla might bother you. They were ill effects of carbon poisoning brought about by barbecue-ing indoors.
From Dan & Rye, a million thanks to the beckies, especially to Enan & Rey for hosting, and to Josh for this episode's special CBB.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Boy: You don't like me, do you?
Boy: Well, I guess that's not important. What's important is for you to know how desperately I've tried to stretch my patience so that I could be the kindest person I could ever possibly be to you. But you want things difficult. Fine, we'll make things difficult. Here's a tip: call everyone I have ever worked with, and they will all tell you that I'm good at making things difficult. That's my specialty.
Sorry, I have to go. Oh no, I'm not sorry. I have to go. Bye.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
In this week's episode, Dan & Rye ask themselves:
Is this as good as it gets?
Listen up and pay attention. We have a special invitation towards the end.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
*First seen from Augie Rivera's Multiply page. Reposting for my readers and friends who do not know Tito Augie. (also copy-pasting Tito Augie's text, which goes---)
"On March 23, 2009, "The Sound of Music" was performed by over 200 dancers in a train station in Antwerp, Belgium. In the grand tradition of 'Improv Everywhere"'s 'Frozen Central Station" and "Food Court Musical"..."
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Pinky, Pink Becky's little sister
So that in times of overpoweringly unreasonable anxiety and distress; on evenings when the global economy continues to drop along with the erratic temperature and everything that we hope would not drop, our lovers can send us text messages that end like this---
; and friends, whom we haven't seen for weeks, can call to say that,
an autographed photo of him with your name on it.
I'll give it to you on Monday."
Thank you, Dear God, for the gift of mobile phones. The world is a better place because of them.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
say thanks to friends who made it worthwhile,
and apologize to all the other friends whom
they weren't able to catch up with (including the Fabcasters)
Listen up, kasuys!
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Saturday came and saw us--- me and Dan--- sitting on the couch, discussing about life and everything that it has thrown on us in the past couple of weeks. For almost six hours, we just sat there reminiscing, smiling, laughing at ourselves, hoping. It had been too long since we last did this. Hours passed, and as they did, our eyes became heavier and our bodies grew tired, but we fought sleep. The spirit was very willing, and so we forced the body to cooperate.
At some point, we looked out the window. Saturday has already settled in and another visitor was coming: aurora. Finally, and unwillingly, we relented to the call of slumber.
Lunchtime. I heard a knock at the door and after quickly inspecting my phone to check the time, I opened up. It was my foster son, Jethro. He came by to pay his foster mom and foster aunt a visit before flying to Manila for his birthday. And as if that wasn't sweet enough, he brought us Korean takeout for lunch. After ringing us both at least four times each in the morning and being redirected to voicemail every single time, he figured Dan & I were gonna wake up late with no food on the table. He wanted us to start the day right, and took the initiative to start it right for us. Oh, bless! A little over half an hour later, he received a call from his biological sister. That was his cue to leave. We kissed him goodbye, wished him a happy birthday, and watched him trail off like moms sending their kid off to school.
By mid-afternoon, I was in Central with my Pink Becky and a 7-kg weekend bag. I was gonna meet up with T at Mix on Hollywood Road. That plan instantly changed when I called Enan, who was on his way out but had nowhere to go. He originally had plans for the afternoon but they were cancelled just right before I called him. I urged him to come with me to my ocular instead. "We'll go on a filed trip!," I told him excitedly. An hour and a venti serving of Caramel Macchiato later, our Saturday troop was complete and ready to go: me, T, and Enan (E to some people, actually, to one person).
As we were getting ready to face the task at hand, I received news that the upcoming photoshoot had already been called off, so there was no more need to do an ocular. We were in such a field trip mode and we didn't want to waste that. We decided to explore the Sun Yat-Sen Museum in T's neighborhood.
After accomplishing the educational pamphlet that they gave us at the museum, we decided to cap the field trip with a round of happy hour drinks at Volume. But of course, a round of drinks at happy hour means two rounds of drinks. Later on, we settled the bill and found out it was happiER hour. Joseph, the owner of Volume and a good friend of ours, gave us an even bigger discount on top of the 2-4-1 deal. Such an angel!
From V0lume, we--- all three of us--- headed to the grocery store o pick up stuff for dinner. I had brought Cabanatuan longganiza over to T's earlier in the afternoon, but I thought I needed another dish to go with it. Besides the fact that there were only 5 pieces and there were 3 of us, T wasn't really fond of pork. The second dish would be my back-up. Tinola. Chicken simmered and tenderized in garlic and ginger broth, seasoned with fish sauce, pepper and, to give it a western feel, served with broccoli. T liked them, thank God, so did E.
It was almost midnight when we finished eating.
I was pouring chardonnay into my glass when we received a call from Corky. He wanted to go out and see us, and we delightfully said yes.
By midnight, T, E, Corky and I were walking down the hill from Caine to Hollywood, excited of the night ahead, while sadly waving Saturday goodbye.
Sunday was coming, and there was no stopping her. In a few hours, I would have to detach myself from the weekend that just went by so swiftly, and prepare myself for the coming of Monday. I paused for a while and wished to the stars that Saturdays were a little longer than all other other days of the week.