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!
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Warning: Spoiler Alert!
The most memorable part of the movie for me was when Lou went into the bathroom to pour his overflowing emotions upon knowing that he got the job. He won the jackpot that he did an Elvis and a Rocky.
I sensed a familiarity with this scene because I once lost a job and thought it’s the world’s end. Yet my mom simply laughed it out. It made everything bearable. All hope and confidence were restored upon landing another job.
All families got problems but you only got one. Lou Wheeler
A part of the past or part of one man’s wild imagination? What started from a cataract–laden pair of eyes ended with a murky story of drugs, sex, and overcoming all sources of addiction with the pure power of the mind and willpower.
It’s just another morning to the office I thought as I rode my Grab. At the gate, our resident guard who’s got something in his eyes caught the eye of my Grab driver.
“I got a friend who’s got white in his eyes just like that guard,” he said pointing back at the guard as we joined in with the vehicles along the road.
“He reads text like this,” holding up an imaginary phone touching his nose, close to his eyes.
Conversations with drivers keep me occupied throughout the ride and I would assume that it’s the same for them. Topics were commonly about their history of driving—from being family drivers to driving Grab for a living. Topics that are not too personal for a conversation with a stranger.
A few times, conversations would turn into story–telling of a colorful part of their lives. Strange conversations.
“They got lots of money before. He’s dark–skinned that’s why he really likes a lot of gold jewelries all over his body—him and his father. Now I just command him around,” he said in jest.
“His sister worked in Japan and had a Japanese partner, that’s why,” he explained about the origin of the guy’s riches.
“They’ve got several branches of Tatsuya, a Japanese surplus shop. They’ve got three cars. Now, all those are gone ever since his sister was left by her partner,” he continued.
“Back in her early days in Japan she was beautiful. Now, her belly’s popping out of her shirt you wouldn’t recognize her,” he blabbered.
“Tough luck for them, they are all dimwits,” he said as if the guy’s family only knew how to spend money.
“They weren’t able to invest in anything?” I asked.
“Well, hands down. Their house is gorgeous. Until now, it’s the best in our street. But inside, you won’t find anything,” he answered.
“Too bad he and his brother got into drugs,” he said, casting a new light into this character.
I looked at him at the rearview mirror. My head nodding with occasional “uh–huhs” while listening. This story was getting deeper as I get closer to my destination.
I was amused by the flow of his stories, I admitted.
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On the next part—drugs and plenty sex—from our driver–host this sunny morning of Friday.
When can one manage to be perfect in everything that they do? Yet here we are, always waiting for the perfect moment. For the perfect words to come by. Even though we very well know that they are ever–fleeting just right above our heads—so near yet so far from our minds.
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