November 23, 2006
Size 32 (formerly size 28)

I’ve been the Olsen-twin skinny,
I’ve been the Ian-Thorpe slim.

I’ve been that-gardener-from-Deseperate-Housewife buff,
Then back to being fat*** again.

Mock me now and laugh your last, I say.
To thy once sexy boy you'll repay.

No hydroxy, No steroids; just a gym card and pain!
My old oozingly sexual self I will regain!

Me...soon...somehow...



***Fat is an extremely relative term. The definition is contingent on the sexual orientation of the qualified noun.

23 November 2006

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posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 11/23/2006 | 11 comments

November 13, 2006
Purse purse-an




When a man confronts catastrophe on the road, he looks in his purse—but a woman looks in her mirror.

Margaret Turnbull
Scottish-born US writer and playwright.


13 November 2006

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November 06, 2006
Groundbreaking

It was our first heated argument. At the Burger King, of all places. Somewhere at Seoul’s gay district—we had our very first conversation without any mention of Miss Dominican Republic’s national costume on last years’ Miss Universe.

Some remark I made on his lover from few lovers ago ricocheted as retaliatory I-hate-this-and-that-about-you. Like a tong-its game (gin & rummy) in your neighborhood wake abundant with M.Y. San crackers and commoners’ coffee, things went hardcore and cards were laid.

Consciously, we’ve been avoiding any altercations on matters that matter. Like that homo sitcom, we were Will and Grace, Karen and Jack: spatting over the artistic merits of Bata Bata Paano ka Ginawa versus Titanic, what is the capital of Gabon, our waist lines and other people’s non-gym-going waist lines, commuting on jeepneys and my I-don’t-eat-at-food courts policy. It’s comfortable stuff only!

It’s as like as chalk and cheese this time: embarrassed stares, wrinkled noses. We said things to each other that we meant to say ages ago. Things we never thought the need to discuss them may arise…like Ever Bilena on cosmetics.

I’m not going to write about it though. I tell about other people too much.

Here’s what I can share though:

One is ever grateful to the heavens for a best friend with two co-dependent nervous systems—for his penis and for himself, with a taste for the mongoloid-ish oriental boys which cuts down any competition between us and with a twisted understanding of love but with the generosity to parade his broken heart and sore, sometimes violated ass once or twiceonce and again to set example to the likes of me who understands the the game of love less.


06 November 2006

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posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 11/06/2006 | 12 comments