Hey there! Brian Dys here — I’m a visual and visceral person at heart. Ever since my mom lent me her old film camera, I fell in love with photography. All of my creative musings were exemplified by my second brain, the computer. This journey is a topsy-turvy ride of creative pursuits — from electronic music to UX design.
I enjoy every dull and wild moments of it — yes, this life of mine that I share with a woman named Jaycelle and a boy named Bryce. Take a peek into my kaleidoscope!
c. 1997
Nauso ang topsider na may medyas. Nauso ang balat na sandalyas na may butas-butas at strap na may medyas. Baduy daw sabi ng tiyo ko. Hindi ko sila ginaya. Jeprox ba? Baduy. Jologs sa panahon ngayon.
May kilala akong nagsusuot ng Birkis tapos medyas. Nagmula siya sa Davao at nag-aral sa Ateneo De Manila. Kawawang bata, hindi alam ang kalakalan sa Maynila.
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She was wearing make-up. Lip-stick. Eye-liner. Eye-shadows. Blush-on. Spray-net. Fish-net. Stock-ings.
Stuck in a middle of a frozen traffic-jam.
Bought some dose of cashew-nuts and belly-bum.
She is Lady-Bhabes. Daughter of renowned classical-exhibitionist.
Philanthropist. Her father, the dentist of all tooth-aches.
Heart-breaks. Head-turners. Hotel-mongers.
Lies in hays. Lays eggs. Begs.
Porcupine-alms-giver. Donation-sacrilege.
Paper-charity.
Search. Find.
Zero. Nothing. Nada.
Kudos. Hail. Congratulations.
Conglomerate-good-luck.
Blink-charm. Heart-big. Heart-small.
Stirrup. Cochlea. Eyes-covex.
Conveyor-belt. Whack-wallet.
Count-1-2-3. 3-2-1.
Twelve-movement.
Brown-reaction.
Cation. Anion.
Vector-tragedy. Desert-swarm.
Happiness. Bliss. Tea-cup.
Protect. Potion. Seam. Foot-work.
End. Dark. Light.
Shade. Shadow. Curtain-close.
Pull. Up. New. Old.
Go. Time. Stop.
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Originally published in happyobituary.multiply.com on Nov 16, 2007 1:53
I was not supposed to sleep. With my jeans and shirt from yesterday? No. But I did and sank into a shallow slumber. I thought I woke up but then none of my physical limbs were moving.
I was experiencing sleep paralysis.
My initial reaction was to struggle starting from the tips of my fingers. I could not remember what the dream was about but I was able to grasp some real air for a while. Then I closed my eyes again.
This time, I planned to go back to the trance. I thought I could fly and pass through walls but to no avail. I only imagined that I reached as far as the first floor of my apartment.
It was a boring sleep paralysis.
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Originally published in happyobituary.multiply.com on Nov 5, 2007 7:49 PM
I came, I saw, I conquered.
No.
I sat, I walked, turned the key, and entered my house.
Walked to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and poked the sandwich.
It wasn’t that frigid yet.
I was planning to hammer it while it was dead frozen. See how many pieces would shatter.
Smithereens shower. Slow motion. Splendid.
I am not planning my own burial. It is not a shame to sit by the funeral home and wonder how much it will cost me for this body size. Just get me a fake bronze… or an amber wood for a casket instead. I am just inquiring.
Well, you see that on top of my head is a crow. It is really over my head… look up and there it is. Its feathers are planted with black dust… or maybe woven diesel fabric. This is not a deserted place. We are along a highway. I will give you a speckle of Christmas lights in February, pin us down right in the middle and there you will see this house of dead meats. Only this black bird does not creak here if you will listen closely.
So, she stood there waiting for her coffee to be made. I walked and stopped behind her back. As she felt how I brushed her hair to reveal her nape, she glanced at me. Just as sudden as she turned around and smiled.
You’re so beautiful. Exactly the words I could think of and had said.
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Originally published on Multiply, 21 October 2007, 3:22 AM
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