a great thankees

a great thankees

ive reached my 2000 visitor quota! yay!

thanks to the (five?) people who visit and read my site.. hehe

XOXO

ill eat all of you! hehe.. thanks again!

sunday evening

sunday evening

before anything else, let me greet my friend for 10 years! (i couldnt believe this either!!!!) RR a very happy 21st birthday..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RR!

my god, weve known each other since our pre-pubic hair days.. ahahahaha.. up until we fulfilled our dream of being in theater.. woohoo! haha.. god bless you always! and i hope we stay friends for 5, 6 times more than that! :)

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while finishing my dinner tonight, ate cherry and i got to talk. she works in ayala as a human resource manager for all ayala malls. her work is from the time the mall opens until the mall closes at 9pm. she stays at the customer service reception area most of the time, alternating from glorietta, greenbelt and at one time, in alabang. she was telling me how stupid customers could even get. (plus meet the wannabe-french-social-climber) and i cant help laughing till my stomach hurt. (ponder: ganito ba tayo minsan? hehe :) )

customer: hi, san ang human dito?
her: mam sa second floor pa ko
customer: (thinks, then looks around) umm, so aakyat pa ko?
(ay hindi po, mag ra-rappel po kayo..)


customer: miss how do i get to parksquare 1?
her: kindly go to your right.. (gives direction)
customer: so i have to go out of the mall pa?
(no need ma'am, just teleport yourself going there..)


customer: miss san ang papuntang *somewhere*?
her: sir, you have to pass by gift gate and then turn right.
customer: WHAT? anong gate?
(GIFT GATE PO..)


customer: miss san yung JEERBA-UD (girbaud)
her: sorry mam?
customer: JEERBA-UD, ung MARITHE FRANSOIS?
her: (hint of smile) mam GIRBAUD po. go to the...
(harharharhahar!!!!!)


social climber: where do i find the restaurant, French Connections?
her: mam di po restaurant yun
social climber: no my friends said its a restaurant. could you look that up for me?
her: mam, it a retail store for dresses. French Connections, you can find it at... (gives direction)social climber blushes plus the fact that she has her posse with her.. haha.. what a sight..


ok thats it for me for now..
ciao!

there goes my bird

there goes my bird

no not THAT bird. my other bird, Alwynna, died 2 days ago.. wednesday, february 16. she was so weak the past few days before her death. she would not sing anymore in the mornings. she would not eat that much, too. when i was observing her, she would just pull her head up until it reaches her back and then stumble and get back up again. it was pitiful. let me put a remembrance of her here.

RIP

ALWYNNA

purchased january 22

died february 16

how sad...

thursday rewind

thursday rewind

whew, that was a long time since i posted here. going back, valentine's day has been boring. it turns (as with last year) to be a single awareness day. flowers, chocolates and stuffed toys has been a part of that day plus the people who are wearing RED. dammit. i feel like i have been left out of the celebration. but its not bad. believe me. who would want to spend valentine's day with friends and drink all night on a monday? i do.

what else. right now im waiting till 4:30 to fetch cheska from prov. (not "province" but providence tower) and i guess im running late. well she has to wait. im getting kinda started here. for the past few days, i have been addicted to reading all the entries on my friend's list. and it's weird. some talk about the profundities of life. some talk about all the places they have been to and some talk more about, well, themselves. i respect that. its a blog thing. this is where we write all our frustrations and rants. sometimes our happiest moments and our crappy day. like i said - just write and write.
the problem is, now that i THINK ive written everything about me, i gues i have nothing else to write. spare the experiences i had in between the days ive been posting. well a lot has happenned actually and i dont wanna bore everyone (like 5 persons) who read my blog by posting everything from A to ZED. its boring me anyway.

yesterday was uber hectic. well not really if think about it. i went to school, i went home, i ate, i went back to school, i went to an agency, i went to a PC repair center, i went back to school again, waited waited and waited, then i finally was able to go home. not in my house though but on the store near our house since i was waiting for jd and abner to leave. so near yet so far. (as you can see, everything ive written here is incoherent because my mind is going somewhere else, sorry) going back. all that happenned from 8 in the morning up to 8 in the evening. back home, i was able to watch the american idol on abc. now that's a breather. and while watching, yuri cooked the longganisa macky gave us (thanks macky it was superb!) wow, i ate like 4 of them with 5 servings of rice all seasoned with grease. raawRr! ANG SARAP. only after a few minutes, i feel like im having high blood because of the grease. but i just waved it off with 2 sticks of yosi. heaven. i was so full. hehe..

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message to friends:

pres and janna: update your blogs please.. yeah winter is a bitch and jesse someone is cool. but i need something to read!
macky: ang sipag mo pare! mwah pare! harharharhar!
david: at least you post everday
hogi: stop posting! hehehe! kidding. loved reading all your entries!
yuri: do still blog? pffft...

ciao!

the week that was

the week that was

today
my gulay it's another boring day for me. well not really since the day is just starting. and later im helping ericka on her movie poster and im getting my teeth cleaned. i was dumbfounded when i saw the back of my teeth, back tooth, as yuri would say *hihihi* my god, you wouldn't believe what i saw there. *sigh* well, im here in the lab amidst the flurry of things that is happenning around me. someone's reporting in front and im here typing the hours away. not bad.

yesterday
yesterday was yuri's birthday. happy birthday yuri! i won't post my message here since i think my blog, or any other blog for that matter, bores him or maybe he just doesn't have the time. but heck, he knows what im writing here naman eh. and oh, i made him a birthday painting na! :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YURI!

so going back. yesterday. hmm. yesterday all my troubles doesn't seem so far away, heck it was infront of my face! financial management tests, taxation (which did not push through), papers to pass and damn too many requirements in my majors. two major papers for my two major subjects. nice. at least i was able to catch the last set of the v-league where la salle won. it was a breather for me so that was quite nice. and cheska was bitching all the way from the south gate of la salle to rizal stadium. as if it was too long a walk!

yesterday, too, i sympathize with yuri. it's his birthday for god's sake and at the stroke of midnight, he was baking all through the night for their group to make it to the next day's bazaar. he was not able to sleep. he got home at 7:30 am. then for the whole day, he was stuck with his groupmates selling sweet surrender's to everyone in the bazaar. up until 5:00pm he was doing this. i think it was only when we got home that he really felt it was his birthday. his mom treated him some chinese to coincide with the chinese new year. but soon after, he went to vince's house (again) to bake more sweet surrender's. but you gotta hand it to their group because they were able to sell everything they baked. kudos to all of you! i think it wouldn't have been very successful if not for my very nice tarpaulin, haha just kidding. again, yuri, happy birthday. it wasn't so bad. i told him yesterday that, at least, his birthday was a very productive and successful day.

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i was supposed to get my monthly allowance yesterday. but again, insufficient funds. im having a difficult time reaching my mom. i don't know if she gets my sms's or my email or my phone messages. i guess she's just busy. that's what i would like to think. mom is now in beverly hills, california and my siblings are in gilbert, arizona. im getting worried everyday eversince mom transfered work to cali. damn i really hate the situation. we are all apart just because of work and money. i hate it. I HATE IT.
sometimes, before i would go to sleep, i would wonder if they are all alright or if janna and daryll have eatien or went to school or did they bruise their knees or had my mom rested for the day or did she have a good day. then i would end up just thinking about how our lives have changed. too much change in so little time makes the mind go mad, you know. thinking makes you mad. worrying kills you. and just to make me sleep, i would end up thinking about what to do the next day. and my mind would drift to no-dreamland.

the day the birds stopped singing

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.

RIP

aguiluz

purchased january 22

died january 25

vultra

purchased january 22

died january 28

this was supposed to be a long post but the computer hanged i was typing on hanged and im too tired to do it again..

ciao!

#444

# 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 wishes

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

• i want it signed by all those i know personally. personally meaning i talked to them in my lifetime and i have interacted with them at some point of my life
• on the sides of the coffin, i want people who know how to draw and paint, make a nice painting or graffitti. calling nolan, calling nolan. i want something that shows something like the last 24 hours of my life
• i want it colored with any shade of orange and white

my attire

• i want it to be my school clothes. nothing fancy like a barong or a coat and tie or ill open my eyes and kick your ass
• no rings, watches, bracelets or necklaces whatsoever
• i dont want my shoes to match. yeah this is weird (everything here is weird, duh!)
• my god, even if im alive, my eyebags are killing me. so yeah, tons and tons of concealers - no slight reminder of my dark circles or ill raise my hand and pull you with me
• tell the make up artist of the funeral parlor to make me handsome even for at least A DAY!

on my wake

• only one day please. ok, two days max
• i want my friends singing songs that remind them of me. but please do away from mushy ones
• i want people going to my wake wearing anything orange and white. leave the black outfits to people 70 and above
• and please NO CARD GAMES OR GAMBLING. id rather have you draw me from different angles ;)

on my burial

• i want a church service - no buts, no ifs. im a baptized Roman Catholic for cryin out loud
• i want these people to sing:

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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• NO CRYING!
• if ever friends are giving testimonies, SAY WHATEVER you want. tell my secrets tell even what happenned to me on the 28th night of june. tell everyone i got stoned once. or maybe twice. tell everyone how, sometimes, i creep the hell out of you. yeah, everything!
• i want to be cremated
• if im cremated, my ashes should be scattered somewhere in bais with the dolphins during sunset
• if im not cremated, i want to be buried right beside papa
• while my coffin is goind down, no crying and PLEASE NO singing of "rejoice in the lord"
• i want everybody singing "staying alive"
• i dont want marching bands
• i dont want flowers thrown
• i want letters thrown
• i dont want any mushy music
• i also want "happy (sha la la la)" to be the background music

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

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

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!