👋 Oi, mga repapips, Brian Dys here! I love music, photography, and creative stuff like UX design and art. This is a place where I collect my thoughts and works. Apart all these, I’m Jaycelle’s better half and Bryce’s dad. 🥰
June 29, 2005
It’s like near Christmas or having a field trip to Nayong Pilipino, I am brushing my eyes while yawning.
“Cocks are not crowing yet.”
I sat down by the foot of the bed to stare into space. After a while I began to scratch my head so I would fully awaken.
In these hours come topics only yourself could understand. Unlike those which are forced, this one flows smoothly.
“If you’re going to say something, say it now.”
“I’ll say it next year…”
That’s why it’s good to wake up in the wee hours of the morning.
Original Text (Filipino)
Parang magpa-Pasko o kaya may field trip sa Nayong Pilipino, kinukusut-kusot pa ang mata sabay hikab.
“Wala pa ang tilaok ng mga manok.”
Umupo ako sa paanan ng papag para tumunganga. Kaunting saglit pa ay nagkamot na ako ng ulo para naman magising nang tuluyan.
Dito sa mga oras na ‘to lumalabas ang mga usaping sarili mo lang ang nakakaintindi. Hindi katulad ng napipiga, heto ay swabe lang ang daloy.
“Kung may sasabihin ka, ngayon na.”
“Next year na lang…”
Kaya masarap simulan ang paggising sa madaling araw.
Sa Madaling Araw Second Edition
I first saw this picture by Ansel Adams from Shorpy and thought of colorizing it in Photoshop. The colors, of course, are far from accurate; I only wanted to have a hand in coloring a black and white photograph and this one interested me.
Loading bus, leaving Manzanar for relocation, Manzanar Relocation Center, California / Photograph by Ansel Adams
Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, Ansel Adams, photographer, [reproduction number, e.g., LC-DIG-ppprs-00257]
Bacteria-laden dry clothes
Since the laundry shop I frequent swindled me of my clothes (I went back to find out the clothes were still dirty-stacked), I switched to a cheap-looking laundry shop — only twenty-three per kilo compared to twenty-five. Beside a hair salon, it looked like it had no dryer that used LPG (liquefied petroleum gas); it is rainy season, seemed like I would be caught by not-properly-dried clothes. My hunch became true; a pair of pants were also missing. I planned to get back at them — I would send several pieces of clothes, I would insert packets of red and blue dye into the pockets so if they mix it with clothes of other customers (which they shouldn’t be doing), dead meat!
Amoy-kulob na mga damit
Sapagkat ang labahan na lagi kong pinupuntahan ay winantutri ako nang pitong araw (bumalik ako at nakatambak pa rin ang mga damit), lumipat ako sa isang pipitsugin na labahan — bente-tres kada kilo lang kumpara sa bente-singko. Tabi ng parlor, mukhang walang pangtuyo na gumagamit ng gasul; tag-ulan pa naman, mukhang madadale ako ng amoy-kulob na damit. Tama ang hinala ko; kulang pa ng isang pantalon. Balak kong gumanti — magpapalaba ako ng ilang pirasong damit, sisiksikan ko ng jobus na pula at asul ang mga bulsa para kung maghalo sila ng damit ng ibang tao (na dapat ‘di nila ginagawa), patay!
Here are some unrelated photos of the morning: