June 28, 2008
No shopping malls, no cinemas, no bathhouses, no Starbucks...
Punye*** ni wala ngang Cindy's e...ni Seven Eleven or Watsons nothing!...
So after watching this...
We seek you to understand our situation...
Why we allow dreadful things to happen...


posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/28/2008 | 21 comments
June 26, 2008

Alas! Walang Miss Photogenic sa Miss U this year...

But hush dear sisters...internet votes na ang Best in National Costume...

Kaya kahit parang Home Economics project ang get up ng lola Jenniffer at bunos na if she makes it to the semi's... vote na nang may ma-iuwi naman tayo this year.



posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/26/2008 | 12 comments
June 25, 2008

Read this from somewhere:

'In the night sky, some stars may appear to be more luminous than others, but it's the perspective of the distances which separate them that create this illusion. We're all bright in our own way, and to compare these degrees of light is often to trivialize ourselves - and consequently life - in an arbitrary and relative way. Certainly over time this leads to a condition where competition and cooperation swing into and out of balance, tempered only by the friction of boredom or our joyful liberation from it.'

— Nathan Johansen


posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/25/2008 | 5 comments
June 24, 2008

Sa suot palang niya, kahit ako mapapa-smile.


posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/24/2008 | 8 comments
June 21, 2008

This week's nominee: The Miss Universe Organization.

For replacing the divine Mikimoto crown

with an ala-Miss Gay Catbalogan wiry monstrosity

"The curved design creates a natural rhythm and a stable structure for the crown, symbolizing the spirit of unity. The crown combines the beauty and the character of each nation, accomplishing the goal of the pageant, which is international unity", paliwanag nila.


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posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/21/2008 | 15 comments
June 15, 2008
Syemps, ibang papa ang ibig kung sabihin.

The office of the “Father” in our household has been vacated five years odd now.

We love our dad of course and we send him the most loving greetings in our prayers.

This year I’m skipping an actual Hallmarky post for dear dad. It is not because I love him less this year but because I wish to share my greetings to the other fathers as well.

No, there aren’t any new dads in the family just yet but for the past five years there are people who have touched my life and my siblings’ lives the way dad had.

1. Mommy. Despite her Annabelle-ish regime…

2. My Maternal Grandparents & Titas. Beyond the US dollars and Balikbayan Boxes they send...

3. My Paternal Grandpapa, Titas & Titos. The values and love they consistently exemplify…

4. My Cousins. Their love for their Uncle Kid has unfailingly and unconditionally extended to us…

5. My Ultimate Bestfriend and Vice Bestfriends. The company, love, cries and laughter…

6. Greet My Breast Lid. The love and care, despite of all my shortcomings…

After Papa’s death we remain blessed that God has guaranteed us with limitless source of love from all of you. Thank you and happy father’s day to you all.


posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/15/2008 | 1 comments
June 13, 2008
Port Moresby's club scene is as hard core as an Avon Ladies' pineapple and gin punch party with lots of Sean Paul, Bob Marley and whatnots. Nonetheless, I try to be reasonable and I allow a tempolabile 'on the town' enthusiasm.

My gullibility was at its highest when a South American dance troupe hit our betel nut-red town but only because the show promised half naked samba men. So off we went. At the door, a scent of foreboding lingered on the air. The kind when signature perfume mixes with social climbers' sweat. I dismissed it and we went in anyway. Alas, a throng of the equally-gullible mail-order-bride Filipinas swarmed the club.

There is no way these gold d people were to miss this. This was like an excursion. An educational trip where our sisters--tired of their rich, first world, slob husbands-- get the chance to see what young omentum-less flesh is like.

While binging on an –ita I can't remember which, a disconcerting whiff enveloped the VIP lounge which almost knocked me off. Pre-nausea "It’s like the perfumes rich matrons na umuupo sa mga pews closest sa altar ng church" I struggled to note.

A non-Tagalog accent thicker than Brooke Shield's brows protested "Lancome yun. That’s expensive. It’s on magazines."

I looked back and found the source of the auditory-sickening thickness but I stared past her and waved at someone who had a decent amount of clothing on and at least 240 units of collegiate subjects on her transcript.

Embarrassed, Mrs. Wife-of-an-Octogenarian went asking around on a litany of "Sino ba siya?" and "Ano ba sya, mayaman ba?" and other indecipherable blabbers.

Perhaps after being told by someone of candor that unlike her I didn't have to marry with my vagina her litany abruptly succumbed to Bob Marley's "No Woman, No Cry". The protestation, the faux foreign/dialectical accent and the odor withered along.

Later, we found her with one of the samba men reluctantly dancing with her.

Mrs. Octogenarian who is omnipresent on every Port Moresby party ever planned is formerly Mrs. Japanese Logging Company and before that she was Mrs. Korean Spare Parts dealer. Her resume boasts 6 years of folk whori dancing in a foreign country.

By the way, I'm exaggerating on the Avon party…only the Avon party and only slightly.

The POM I-Glitterati Series is a generous contribution of my dear friend Ivana Federova Vega Lopez-Lacroix.


posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/13/2008 | 4 comments
This week's nominee is: Ms. Katherine Heigl for her "I don't deserve an Emmy" ka churvahan.

I like her...but i'm not sure I like her attitude over her refusing an Emmy nomination (or a refusal to seek one, as noted by buzzers).

Heigl won her 1st Emmy for her role as an emotional intern in the medical drama series Grace Antomy.

"I did not feel that I was given the material this season to warrant an Emmy nomination and in an effort to maintain the integrity of the academy organization" churva niya.

Oh come off it Kat!

other nominees:



posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/13/2008 | 8 comments
June 12, 2008
110 years after and what?






posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/12/2008 | 3 comments
June 10, 2008
Before you go rushin' casting your vote for Miss Photogenic don't you dare neglect your duty to your country, hala ate vote na!



posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/10/2008 | 3 comments
June 09, 2008
Naku Kuya bitawan mo na, no air na.

by: Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown

If I should die before I wake
It's 'cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air

I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave
My heart won't move, it's incomplete
If there was a way that I can make you understand

But how do you expect me
To live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There's no gravity to hold me down for real

But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don't know how, but I don't even care

So how do you expect me
To live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe


No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No more
It's no air, no air

[Chorus x2]

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

lurv this song! sabi nga ni miss villamil...so very!


posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/09/2008 | 2 comments
June 05, 2008
Excerpt from:
University of Luzon opens in June . . . in Pozorrubio!
by Jing Villamil

"It is housed in a new and sturdily built three-storied building with fields and trees surrounding, the wind blowing through its wide-open windows, and in case the air is still and hot, a provision for air-conditioning. It stands astride the national highway, beside the Petron station, just a stone’s throw away from the Cablong crossing, thus so very accessible to Sison, Binalonan and other nearby towns."


posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/05/2008 | 3 comments

I write to wish you a safe trip. I am traveling soon as well. My new visa will be issued in a few weeks and I need to exit the country before that transpires. At the rate immigration people are dealing with working visas I might have to wait at most 10 weeks to have it all sorted out. I am taking this opportunity to have a really long rest and perhaps even pen the draft of my graduate thesis that's long overdue so I'm planning to append 2 months of unused leave on top of my waiting for the visa...and maybe even longer.

I didn't mention it last night not only because I didn't think it was the concoction of a crowd I'd be comfortable talking about it but also because I didn't want to make it sound like a goodbye which just to mention, I am never good at.

Accept my apologies for not arranging a send off dinner with our friends for the reason that I deal with valedictions as melodramatically as much as the rest of the 90 million Filipinos do. But then again, as I have said, this isn't a farewell.

Rudeness, I say for doing this in a letter. Correspondences should never windup friendships in the same way that time should never consume the extant of any mate-ship. But it is the only drama-proof way to do this—this pseudo ciao.

Again, I wish you a safe trip.

Should the non-circumspect undertones of this letter ring louder than the text, my declaration holds truer: the friendship will be treasured dearly.

I loan from Mr. Manilow: down the road, we'll see each other again.

I remain,

Bryan Anthony



posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/05/2008 | 2 comments
June 03, 2008

We all have a crush on him, this Coco Martin in our office. Alas, halfway through his one-year contract he resigned citing health problems.

Coco Martin

Yesterday I was reduced to scavenge through Mr. Coco look-alike's files looking for a software he never managed to return. Admittedly, I was scanning through a few of his mail print-outs hoping that an indiscreet sentence or two will shed light to my suspicion that he is gay.

Accidentally I came across this:

'When I was 13 years old, my hair was black & thick & beautiful, many people always praying me because of my hair, but one day my sister bring me to hair sallon to burm hair, because of the cheap hair solution, have spoil my hair, the hair solution plus burm hair only cost me about P200.00, but there are 12 years ago, now my drop everyday, i was so sad, and one suddenly my hair become reddich colour, is it because of the work pressure.

Could you please help me to solve my problem.'

I guess he's straight after all.


posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/03/2008 | 12 comments
June 02, 2008

Yves Henri Donat Dave Mathieu-Saint-Laurent

"I have often said that I wish I had invented blue jeans: the most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity - all I hope for in my clothes."
--Yves Saint Laurant

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posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/02/2008 | 2 comments
June 01, 2008
I do get half a dozen of commercial-free Filipino channels from my cable subscriptions (I have two) in Port Moresby.

So I ask you to pardon me...when my friends Pat and Nhur were chuckling over an apparent private joke about a cheese burger, I was forced to thinking they meant this:

I assume too much.


posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 6/01/2008 | 2 comments