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!
Are you going to be in my dreams tonight?
In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
~ The End by Beatles
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Originally published on Friendster, 11 March 2007
I was lying down the barren bermuda grass with a triple-bent fork in my crotch talking about the Anahaw plant. That was a patch of land about six square meters. We used to wrestle and waste each other there, my cousins and I… Would you stay or would you not? Wait… consider that you were my childhood friend who used to cower away because I wanted to sing Christmas carols to neighbors?
Yes, you will leave me to die like a lunatic feast to blood-hungry-non-existent-malaria-infested mosquitoes.
My last thought was our cousin bleeding to death with his foot-long gash on his shin; wrestling with me to no avail.
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Originally published on Friendster, 08 April 2007
It Is Sunday Morning
While everyone is asleep still, enjoying their respite from the yesterday’s bustle, I am wide awake. I let the hours pass by an occasional dreamless slumber.
I’ve been loved, hated, loved, hated, loved… And it always ends up the same. Never a cycle and my behavioral pattern abruptly ends at this point.
When it is Sunday morning, I am always like this kid back in the past waiting for the three o’ clock afternoon sun. How I like it up above; blistering, conducive to self-realization.
But I realize nothing but the solace of finding myself alone in the backyard just walking to and fro. Walking to and fro. Going nowhere.
Until I feel the heaviness of lifting the gate handle; watch it swinging behind me.
I am not leaving home. I will find another.
In your heart.
In another’s.
And most of all in my silence.
The very silence that will whisper to cross the street back and lock the gate; take a cigarette and watch people pass by.
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Originally published on Friendster, 04 August 2007
Branching out from HopScotch, I am reformulating mostly the front-end of the theme. Here comes Applicator – which I plan to submit to WordPress Free Themes.
The basic HTML skeleton are based on WordPress Twentyfifteen and HTML5 Boilerplate / Mobile. Basically the content of <head> are snippets from these awesome frameworks.
Currently, I am building components one by one – starting from the Masthead constructor.
If JavaScript is supported/enabled by the browser, there are two classes added in <html>:
Adds classes into <html>
There’s an old writing adage that advises writers, whenever possible, to “show, don’t tell” when bringing characters to life. The goal is to reveal the story through the character’s own experiences instead of the author’s.
Since day 1, I drive all the way from Cavite to UP, Diliman. It’s a 46km-drive and given the traffic condition in Manila, it takes me almost 3 hours each way, every day.
It’s like going to work and to school at the same time – I have my laptop for work and I participate in discussions and exercises.
With a little bit of effort, I am hoping to be an accredited contributor to the design and development of GWT. Eventually, with more training, I could go into training and assisting government branches that need help transitioning their websites to GWT.
While being stuck in traffic, I realized something. We, as the people, tend to complain about subpar quality of services the government provides for us. In some areas, we are sure that we deserve better. In some, we know that we can do better. In general, we exactly know how to solve all the problems our city is facing.
But what are we doing exactly aside from paying our taxes? Our professions are devoted to the private sector – I know, it puts more food on the table but we’ve got to do something towards a direct solution to the same problems that are bugging us.
This is my own way of contributing towards a direct solution to the problems that we are facing when accessing government websites. Now I can complain all I want and shut myself up.
