We Did It!!!

We conquered Music Museum! And we did it our way, the straight standup way, except for our ending which was a mockery of what we said we wouldn't do - sing. But how can you not sing and dance to "ain't no mountain high enough..." I'd like to thank the band for hiding my vocal insecurities, Patrick and Cielo for giving me courage and soymilk, my girlfriend for being my lucky charm and source of material, God who was the host of the show, Al for not being gay, Marlon for not taking drugs, my Mom for buying all the CD's, my sister for providing security, my brother for holding his breath during the whole show, that guy in the audience who shouted "stop singing and stick to comedy!" I love all of you!



Please buy our newly released bootleg CD entitled "Nutritious Standup", comedy without the fat. You can order it by emailing ecircle_entertainment@yahoo.com or by calling +63.927.538.2843. We'll even sign it for you.


It's a really funny CD and we're retiring most of the jokes in it so you better buy it because you'll never hear those jokes again... except in the CD, which you should buy lots of and give away as Christmas presents or birthday gifts. It's got nutritious punchlines without the puns or long setups that lead nowhere. Real, organic, home grown punchlines that will leave you satifsfied unlike those empty slapstick calories. Eat up!

The Big Day

Yes, today is the big day. I'm not talking about a wedding or a circumcision, I'm talking about our first show at the famous Music Museum, where big names like Gary V. and Ogie Doggie have debuted. I use singers as pegs because there's nobody that does the type of comedy that we do in the Philippines right now, except for my partners in comedy Allan and Marlon. We're all excited in a breakfast-coming-back-up-my-throat kind of way to spread our point of view comedy to the rest of our countrymen and make a decent living while doing so.

So what did I do last night to prepare besides offering an egg of an unborn duck at the Quiapo Church? I played basketball where I embarrassed my opponent (but mostly myself) with my airball jumpers and panting. Some guys who play the sport really take it seriously though, especially overweight guys who have birthmarks on their faces. Like the guy I was guarding last night, he started pushing me and slapping me around. Can I help it if I play tough defense with my fingers up their ass - it distracts them so I can go for the easy steal. I hate guarding player who have body odor though. I just let them have the basket because I don't want my hands smelling of mildew and onions. Sure they won the game, but at least I smell better.

So wish me luck, destiny, because tonight will be history in the making. And to any of my readers, please buy our first cd entitled "Nutritious Comedy". Thank you, good night, and drive safely.

On the blogwagon

I've fought this blog thing for a while because airing your dirty laundry in public, like those apartments in Hong Kong, never really appealed to me, but on the other hand, it is a good writing exercise in a Doogie Howser kind of way. Besides, I need a blog to create a podcast according to my research. By the way, I'm still figuring out how to post audio and video files on this blog, so if you, the reader, know how to do it, please let a blogger know.