June 23, 2006
Fully-booked.

overnight, i had to morph from a whatsis to a bibliophile trash to catch up on my reading.

why?

i’ve been a tetchy bitch these past few days and that stack of bound wood pulps would end up as premature ash wednesday rites smudges if until next week they remain unread and piled-up like moist goat shit on top of dried up ones (huh?).

that, the classic human experience called boredom and all the other jazzier yet un-blog worthy port moresby trivialities keep me at bay from this on-line journal stuff called blogging. and my friends-turned-martha stuarts reckon that “it’s a good thing!”.

meanwhile, another alanis morissette for everyone:

Right Through You

Wait a minute man
You mispronounced my name
You didn't wait for all the information
Before you turned me away
Wait a minute sir
You kind of hurt my feelings
You see me as a sweet back-loaded puppet
And you've got meal ticket taste

I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you

You took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while
Your shake is like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine 69 me
But didn't hear a damn word I said

Hello Mr. Man
You didn't think I'd come back
You didn't think I'd show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back
Now that I'm Miss Thing
Now that I'm a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it's not there


23 June 2006

posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/23/2006 | 202 comments

June 18, 2006
Papa,

It's been a while, what...three years?

I'm not sure if i'd make it to heaven... but if i'm refused entry, i guess we can meet up in a bar somewhere next to the gate and catch up on old times over a few bottles of San Mig.

I miss you dad. Happy fathers' day.

Bryan Anthony


18 June 2006
posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/18/2006 | 18 comments

June 17, 2006
World Peace


The truth is there’s so much for me to blog about, however my lazy but bubbly ass is being just that—a lazy bubbly ass!

Ergo, here's another of ‘em chances to be a politically correct smarty-pants (i.e. posting something other than actually writing a blog entry).

Hopefully this one is pardonable by your discriminating taste:


'Till my next entry...

17 June 2006

posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/17/2006 | 7 comments

June 11, 2006
SOON

They say FIFA is the greatest show on the earth.

Then so be it.

But on the 23rd of July, none is the divine and all will be humbled as we stand and witness the greatest show in the universe!



Before we commence the marathon where blood, sequins & rhinestones are shed on the annual crusade for the four true daughters of Aphrodite, let’s pay our homage to the victors of 2005’s four most fought for battles!


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Bowing to public pressure--1 gazillion phone calls from my bestfriend, I hereby officially release my initial bet for the top 10 contenders of Miss Universe 2006’s Mikimoto crown:



The apparent underdogs...


Take your pick, as the countdown begins...

11 June 2006

posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/11/2006 | 30 comments

June 09, 2006
EXTRANEOUSLY YOURS #001


it took me 48 years to finish the 350ish pages of andrew dubus’ “house of sand and fog”. you reckon, how long will it take me to finish the following:

the partner
one hundred years of solitude
don’t throw away tomorrow
the psychology of winning
orosa-nakpil, malate
the last world
memoirs of a geisha

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in 1975, miss eva arni from papua new guinea was crowned miss asia-pacific

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alanis morissettes’ versions of her single “ironic” :

original version- “…it’s like ten thousand spoons, when all you need is a knife, it’s meeting the man of my dreams and meeting his beautiful wife..”

10 years later…

commemorative edition- “…its like ten thousand spoons, when all you need is a knife, it’s meeting the man of my dreams and meeting his beautiful husband…”

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there’s not a single movie house in port moresby.

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cyclops, professor xavier, and jean grey are dead. tom hanks didn’t do nothing in "the vinci code"… i’ll dream about “crash” over the weekend…

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i’m not attending the june 12th independence day party, and it’s not because i’m not a member of the filipino association.

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i’m attending a fashion show on june 16th…

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this post is a crap

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ms. universe-australia will be chosen today… on that account:
next few days i’ll post something that’s actually worth your hopping in here


09 June 2006
posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/09/2006 | 7 comments

June 06, 2006
5 PM

5:00 p.m.’s are everyday to anyone as it is to me, but not today…

what and why port moresby’s cold june wind brought breeze of nostalgia, i do not know… but my 5th hour this afternoon brought me back to those days when my 1700 hours are as special as december 25th.

my late father seldom made it home at 5:00 p.m. i hang-out with friends a lot later and show up (if at all) far more intoxicated than he’d had. the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree they say…who can tell? hence, his showing-up on time is always a special occasion—for me it’s an answered prayer. and i am not being lyrical in my saying so.

papa IS the best cook in the world. although a maid was always around to prepare dinner, he made sure that he does all the cooking every time he’s home by 5:00… making such days so special. why? because that makes my breakfast, lunch & supper… all a work of magic… his magic!

i never grew out of these 5:00 o’clock’s: he’ll park the car at the gate, rush in to the house straight to their room, change his work clothes into a pair of shorts and a tee and his warmest smile… and us siblings await in the car, thrilled for that special trip to the market. trip that makes my day perfect no matter what happened to the rest of it. and a trip that i would trade a day of my life just to have another 5:00 o’clock with papa…


papa always reminded us of two things every time we take these trips: (1) a good cook does his own shopping, & (2) only lazy people can’t cook.

this is not my fathers’ day blog.



06 June 2006

posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/06/2006 | 8 comments

June 03, 2006
Christmas 2004


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“Merry Christmas my dearest Bryan, although I did not expect you to be back in my life, much less hope you’d be with me again…and talking, laughing and spending time with you, at that moment was way out of mind. But…that night when you texted [sic] me, … that night when I called you twice and finally talked to you…that moment for me was no less than perfect. It’s one of the moments in my life that I’ll never forget. The timing was perfect. The FEELING was perfect. I couldn’t ask for anything more. For what it’s worth, I smiled the whole night after that, and I don’t know why. I just closed my eyes and it felt good. So needless to say, I gave it another chance and one thing led to another, I knew it…I knew it that I love you.

You take care of me, treat me extra special, and you make me laugh… A LOT.

Going thru all this trouble for you is nothing simply because I love you. I know you know what I mean. I love you so much.

Of course its difficult, even hard at times not being able to spend time with you. Everyday without you is such a ++++. So all I can do sometimes is fantasize about you. Parang yung kanta ng The Platters ba yun? Whenever I want you, all I have to do is …dream… dream, dream, dream.

Kasi I know when we finally are together again, pag yakap na kita ulit… everything will be perfect again. Nothing else will matter for a while.

Yung moments na nag la-last forever ika nga, kasi nagmamahalan tayo eh.

We have everything anyone can hope for; someone to love and that someone loving them back.

I await for that day my love!

Take great care of yourself for me, please.

I love you so much.

Have a very happy Christmas.

Can’t wait for you to come home soon.

Always,
++++”

--GREAT MY BREAST LID (an anagram)

This letter is reprinted with the knowledge and permission of the author.


Posted (reprinted) 03 June 2006
posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/03/2006 | 11 comments