👋 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. 🥰
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They call her that. Stiffany. Like a cross between Stephanie and Tiffany. Her teeth protrude out of her lips and almost she could have been born to peck her food.
But she is human. A being with some hopes and some dreams. Unlike other species – human or in- – they only exist, they thrive, survive day in and out.
Not her the least. She acts on these hopes and dreams. In a cramped lady bedspacer she sleeps together with her best friend.
She wakes up at night to make her body everybody’s business. She acts on her hopes and dreams.
Nobody knows for sure if she is loved by her family and if she loved them back. Only that truth was running through her head that fateful early morning when she hazily got up from sleep to quench her thirst.
By the kitchen table she grabbed what was there. It was done and she was done by a silver cleaner the clarity and taste of water. Was it because it was in a bottled water container?
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I see boisterousness while tomorrow remains uncertain.
It is our prerogative to calm down, to be happy, to live in the moment. But the same thing could be said about the opposite.
What weighs in more is if we choose to be.
We all want independence. But what we really need is freedom.
“Leaked” is already a humdrum-ming buzzword – a scheme already exposed. Just like one knows a linkbait when one sees one.
Here’s something for the morning:
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me
~ In The Aeroplane Over The Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel
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The Phone
The year was 1998. The place, Taft Ave., Manila. Clad in plaid shirt and my khaki slacks were accentuated by a brick in the left side pocket. It was a Nokia pre-5110 model (similar to the one pictured below). I took it out of my pocket, extruded the antenna to gather some signal and called my mom.
“I just finished the exam,” I said with a sigh of relief.
“DLSU Engineering, here I come.” I smugly slid back the cellular phone into my pocket.
The Mouse
No doubt that kids are attracted to pretty graphics. That’s why my grade 3 classmate who owned a personal computer was more popular by owning a Gyromite device with his Nintendo.
The PC screen was black and white and sported a keyboard and a dot-matrix printer. We used it to type and print some school papers. Then we’d trade NES game cartridges and play ping-pong on their dinner table.
The mouse in the house came a little later in ’95. It had a ball that gathered dirt. And yeah, the PC screen was colored already and said Windows 95.
We might feel that technology is leaving us behind especially if we try to keep up with it. But just like the phone and mouse, they simply evolve into more functional tools – the mouse lost its tail – the phone dropped its antenna and dissolved physical buttons – but they are still the phone and mouse we use to communicate with someone and control something, respectively (or soon interchangeably).
Maybe one day they will be totally transformed into something that we won’t recognize anymore (as compared with the pictures) — that’s how evolution goes as far as survival is concerned – you adapt and evolve or you simply perish and be forgotten.
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Someone will notice your fire whether it is too bright or too dim only if you start a fire.
~ BS
Sometimes you only have limited shots at something. You might have burned out and struck out twice. Make the next one count. It might be big, it might be a spark. But hey, that’s a start.
I just hit a deadspot with Angular.js tutorial at Code School.
I wished that aside from the “Use a Hint” action, there’s also an available “Show the Answer” (for frustrated learners like me).
Time to skip this part!
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I remember a talk I had with Jayce during a cab ride to MRT, I was telling her about a difficulty I am having with my team about managing projects and deliverables and mostly about their productivity which is greatly dependent on my plans to develop and further each of our careers.
I realized in the process that I have my own inadequacies especially my own productivity, the way I am not focused on their individual projects because most of the time I leave them to plan their own day and I plan my own. Which resulted in a vague sense of accomplishment. What did we finish this week? Can it be improved? Should be do something better than having lots of free time?
So I resolved in resolving my management style first before taking it on other people in my team.
This week, I am being hands-on and aware that I am not micromanaging anyone. Because nobody likes even the worst or best micro-manager in the world.