the day my birds stopped singing
last week i bought two birds and the following day i bought another one. so three. one died three days after and the other died three days after.
# 444
girl: (in a loud and clear voice) NUMBER 444! BRYAN REYES BRYAN REYES!
me: (in a shy and inaudible voice) here... [while walking to the table with two gentlemen who were struggling wiht papers and a lady who was holding the microphone and smiling at me]
me again: umm, i wanna scratch off my vj stint for this...
gentleman no.1: ok, so what are you gonna do? you wrote here singing and vj
me: umm, singing and i guess some, uhh.. (pauses and thinks) maybe spoof someone?
gentleman no.1: ok take your cue
me: (desparetely looking for the microphone amidst what i think a thousand of other wannabe's like myself)
gentleman: the mic's over there. take your cue
me: OH, sorry.. ok.. (takes cue, clears throat)
gentleman no.2: (shouting) LINDA! COMEDY DAW!
me: (surprised and ready to start) ...
girl: ok you can start... umm you say comedy. can you spoof? someone? what can you do?
me: umm i think ill spoo..
girl: ay wait wait, introduce yourself first pa pala!
me: oh ok.. (thinks, thinks, thinks) ... smiles (clears throat) hi im bryan reyes and im currently taking up marketing management at the de la salle university and im only a few months shy of graduating. after graduation i think ill be going to the states so ill be looking forward to that.. and...
girl: OK, can you speak tagalog?
me: oh yeah sure. OPO..
girl: well ok.. WHO can you spoof?
me: (thinks, thinks, thinks) umm mike enriquez (from this point on my voice was sounding from loud to not so loud to no nothing at all) gma..
girl: ok
me: (waits waits waits)
girl: bryan you can start now
me: (clears throat for the nth time and begins sounding like a very much scared and frantic mike enriquez) ... AT ITO PO ANG NAGING PAHAYAG NI GINANG MACAPAGAL ARROYO.. SANDRA GOMEZ PO NAGREREPORT LIVE MULA SA MALACANANG.. SANDRA PASOK!
(me trying so hard to sound so lady like and reporter like all at the same time) ito po si sandra gomez naguulat mula sa palasyo. kararating lang po ni pres. bush sa malacanang at silay gumigimik.. (then i twitched at that moment... GUMIGIMIK??!! so i continued anyway) ito lang ang huling kaganapan sa palasyo mike...
(switching to mike mode again) SALAMAT SANDRA SA WALANG KWENTA MONG REPORT, IINTERVIEW-HIN KO NALANG SI JESSA ZARAGOSA DITO. JESSA... KANTA! (then begins the jessa mode, like eating every word you say) ji vat ijaw hang zhang najmulat zha ajing mga mata..(translation: di bat ikaw ang siyang nagmulat sa aking mga mata)
girl: ok thank you
me: (still under jessa's spell) ji vat ijaw ang najvijay, sa ajin ng zhayahhhh..
girl: THANK YOU!
me: (walks towards the table and getting a blue form and looking sarcastic, scared, dazzled and amused all the same time)
then i go to amanda saying: that was a stupid thing i did. dammit.
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what you have just read is an exerpt of my audition for some tv show in abs. yeah laugh your ass off. im doing that too now. now the vision will hunt me until the next next week. argh.
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ANYWAY.. concerning the last post; my god! people have never texted me about a blog this much ever! my god, those are just my wishes and not some dramatic over the top depression thing. ok? kapeesh? hehe.. :)
well at least you know now what i want.
i thank you.
exit stage right.
death wish...es
those reading this might better do this or else, when i die, ill scare the f*ck out of your miserable and pathetic lives! hehe...
when i die
when i die, i want these things to be strictly followed ok? no excuses and PLEASE, no mushy and crybaby stuff.
my coffin
my attire
on my wake
on my burial
a solo by yuri a solo by nikki a duet by rr and japs a duet by ferson and someone and the finale: "the warrior is a child" by gary v. or at least nyoy volante
(i want the real nyoy please) ok by this time you could try to shed a tear.
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ok im done for now. for those who read this, i will make you personally liable for it and youll be sorry for maybe a few weeks. hehe. or a year. hehe ;)
ciao!
the logic of things
once upon a time, a man was standing on a hill when he saw a tree that is so splendidly beautiful. the tree was flowering some white long strands of cotton-like mums that when blown by the wind, it gives off a very unique but endearing aroma. it was once said that this aroma can fill up empty souls searching for meaning in life. the man went under the tree and there, he observed how each leaf move with the wind and how the slowly rythm of each sway fill the air with its distinct aroma. while observing, he noticed how each branch was beautifully and intricately designed with dents and creases. it looked as if someone painstakingly carved on each branch of the tree. how he marveled at the magnificence of the tree.
as his eyes followed each dent, each crease, each depression, he noticed something strange. he noticed a small unripened fruit at one side of the tree. the fruit shone with brightness against the sunlight and as it swayed in the sun, he felt like he tasted the fruit. he was so intruiged by the fruit; how is it that it is the only fruit in the tree and when will it ever ripen for him to savor the sweetness of its juices. he dreamed to taste it and made a promise to himself to wait under the tree until the day he sees the fruit ripen. he stayed on that hill until the sun set in the horizon. he stayed there, under the tree, feeling the coldness of the night. he was there.
for days, he just sat there, telling his life stories to the tree. hours, days, weeks past, and he just stayed there - gazing under the tree and admiring its beauty.
weeks after, just as the sun greets the morning skies, he saw something at the side of his head. his vision was still blurred and each part of his body was still paralyzed by sleeping in the cold. he stared at the thing for minutes while gathering up his strength to beat the paralysis out of his body. he looked around and he saw the tree above him. the flowers dancing to the wind. the same branches, the same dents, the same depressions. the same hill. he knew he felt something soft on his head that night. he knew he did. he looked again at the spot where the fruit was. and it wasnt there. he knew he slept at the same side of the tree. he knew he did. he looked for it again. he thought his vision was still unclear. he thought the tree was so alive and was playing games with him. he looked for it and it wasnt there.
so he gathered his strength for the second time to look at the patch where he laid. he saw the fruit. it was the same fruit that shone in the sun weeks before. he knew it was. he looked at it. took a deep breath and held it in his palms. as he was feeling the smoothness of the fruit with his fingertips, he can feel his heart beat.
then, he caressed the fruit and he put it back from where it lay before.
he walked back, looking at the fruit, looking at the tree. then slowly, pacingly, he walked away.
under the magnificent tree, the fruit, once again, shone in its brightness under the morning sun.
it never ripened.
starting over
i am an avid viewer of etc's starting over series. im so intrigued by how people can get so depressed and down for one minute and start over from there. eventually after all the bickering and fighting and learning from the house, they graduate and start a new life. i hope life's that easy.
its new year now and i think i should start over. a new slate for me. last year was quite productive for me - academically, emotionally and psychologically speaking. i got my highest gpa last term. i was depressed during the last quarter of the year, i was bombarded by papers and fought with some people. everything. i was able to build and start new friendships. i was able to fulfill one of my dreams. whatever.
NEW SLATE
my new year's re-resolution
1. listen more, talk less
2. improve my academic standing
3. graduate on time
4. do everything that is required of me excellently
5. go somewhere
6. clean the house
well.. thats it for me for now. its the start of the term. my schedule sucks (imagine 11:20-9:10pm classes. just a mere hour and thirty minute break at 4:30)
anyway, wishing you all a great year and a prosperous one at that.
and o, belated happy two kings! hehe, Da King died already..
harhar..
ciao!
