Remembering birth dates
February 18, 2008

Dear Sis,

I did not forget your birthday yesterday. Truth is, for non-familial reasons I will NEVER forget your birthday or at least not your birth date.

Manong is unwell.

'Know what sis, I see me in you. While your other manong shares my comedy you however, mirror my dramatic tendencies and pensiveness. I'm even writing about this. How does that read on the drama meter?

A whip of neurosis got the better of me. I was worried if I call and do the sing-song greetings that you'd take the hint from my voice despite my ISO-certified P.R. joviality that could mask a thousand feelings. I'm afraid this one is beyond guise and I don't want to ruin your day.

I'll land on my foot-spa deprived feet soon. So don't you worry a bit.

Happy birthday sis!

I Remain,
Manong Bryan

P.S
I hope you enjoyed spending my present.

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posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 2/18/2008 | 18 comments

Rx
February 10, 2008

Dear Mr. Ledger,

I spoke to your pharmacist.

I heard all you needed was a good sleep.

I heard all you wanted is to be fleetingly freed of anxiety.

I heard all you wished for is to be a tad less sad.








I wish for all these too.

Is it any better there?


Prescription-less,
Bryan

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posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 2/10/2008 | 7 comments

Half Life
February 08, 2008

Dear friend Carl,

Other than this blog, there is nothing else to tell about my life. Truth is, since 2003 I stopped living.

For five years now I live my everyday to accomplish a lone end: to earn for my family's subsistence.

From day one to today I look forward to finally bid my goodbye to everyone I know in Papua New Guinea. Until then my life is nothing more, probably even less than what is half of it. There is nothing sadder than what is half of a banality and very few like sad stories.


Sad to be so nega and ma-emote mode,
Bryan

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posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 2/08/2008 | 6 comments

Mariannet Amper Decided to Die
November 10, 2007


Mariannet is a fellow diarist. But unlike most of us who rant online about our lousy jobs, bad airline food, and stupid boyfriends, Marrianet penned how much she wish her family out of poverty.

She was 12 years old. Her family is so poor she's been out of school for two fortnights out of lack for transport money.

It seems the world is unfriendly to Mariannet. A nylon cord around her neck was all she could cling unto.

Mariannet Amper killed herself.

May she rest in peace.


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posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 11/10/2007 | 18 comments

September 03, 2007
Why THE Tank
The short explanation



Friendster profiles are funny sometimes. I came across one that says "Purpose of A Driven Life” is her favorite book. She’s of course referring to Rick Warrens’ bestseller.

I know someone who once lived a driven life where the drive was the purpose.

He is now at war. The tank is his emblem. He’s at war with his ineptitudes, his personal fallacies and his delusions—a war that will attempt to edify himself.

I wish him well.

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posted by Bryan Anthony the First at 9/03/2007 | 6 comments