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!
We are hoarders. Hoarders of digital files. That turn into junk after a year without seeing the light of day. We dismiss in our daily lives the digital ephemera that sit in inside our digital boxes, thinking they are just there.
Pardon my ignorace but the two former personalities (Rivermaya and Rico Blanco) are who I’m familiar with. Then I wikisurfed to Japsuki.
It was another day of going to the office. Early in the morning at six, coming out of the shower I opened our matrimonial closet and saw there hanging at the spotlight the onesies we bought for baby.
Even before we knew baby’s gender, we picked brightly-colored onesies for three to six months of age. Jaycelle hang it by the closet facing forward so that it will slap me into reality that baby’s on the way.
And yes it did. Every time it caught me staring at it because I couldn’t believe. Maybe I don’t want to believe that in a few month’s time, someone will join in our lives like an exchange student from a foreign country with the promise of stay.
It is heart-melting – like the feeling I had when my younger brother came into this world. I wanted to carry him every day at our front yard, under the rising sun before breakfast. I wanted to show him how happy it was to bathe in the rain and under the downspout.
I needed more slapping.
And this time, it was a set of onesies for ages zero to three months.
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Would you believe that US has a government agency for Fatherhood?
I want to tell you… Whoo-oo… That I love you…
You won’t believe it. That was me singing.
Guess what? I was drunk last night. Maybe I should make this a template.
I found myself meeting up with my former officemates / drinking buddies, Peachy, Alex, JE, and Badong. Too bad, Mandy retired earlier. These beer-repapips made the tiresome work at the office bearable. Of course, the venue – at Stir-Crazy. I don’t remember shelling out money. Well, there were very little that I remember, anyway.
Then they all went away except for Peachy who stayed with me and my bottles of beer. Suddenly, my brother texted me; telling me to go to some beer-house at Timog. He needed my drinking-buddy expertise, and my sensible opinions on matters ranging from ants and dinosaurs to end-times religions. But mostly, it’s about love. It’s all about love.
When people who rarely call you up (to ask you how have you been) suddenly call, ninety percent of the time, they have a problem. And you know what it is about.
Cutting the long story short, we went home and at 4AM, I went to the other side of the street where the carinderia was still open. I had my dinner, finally. The papaitan was served smokin’ warm. After five minutes of wondering why in the world did I not have rice, I told the girl to give me one cup. I thought I was going to rot there staring at the viand.
The real moral here is that every Wednesday, I and my friends should have a Stir-Crazy session. That’s what I realized with my genius brain.
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Originally published on Friendster, 18 January 2007
I miss Something New. A friend borrowed it for a Swatch photo contest.
I found Cozy But Nozy. I’ll be looking for this whitey in stores; wear it on my left wrist then give it to my girlfriend if she wants it.
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Originally published on Friendster, 04 March 2007
