Brian Dys – Creative Leadership

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Brian Dys is a product design lead for PayMaya.

He’s a creative leader who harnesses the power of adaptive design systems to successfully manage projects.

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Parlor Gel Series – Takip-Kuhol

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c. 1989

Kumatok isang araw ang dalawang bata sa gate namin. Humihingi ng takip-kuhol. Isang klase ng halaman na pinapakuluan ang dahon para maging inumin ng matatanda. Pangpagaling daw ito ng sari-saring karamdaman.

‘Yung isang batang lalake ay si Riban at ‘yung kasama niyang batang babae na tila tibo ay hindi na nagsalita kaya hindi ko nakilala. Pinapasok sila ng lola ko at pinapunta sa bakuran upang kumalap ng mga dahon ng takip-kuhol. Tig-isa silang may dala ng plastik.

Nalaman kong meron din palang takip-kuhol ang lolo’t lola ko sa ref. Nakalagay pa sa bote ng isang litrong Coke. Kaya nang tikman ko, parang matabang na ewan. Pwede rin daw sa akin ‘yun ‘pag may balisawsaw ako.

Originally published in White Sugar, 1/4 (happyobituary.multiply.com).

Punitin Ang Sedula

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Nag-file ako ng tax kanina.

Pwede naman palang walang sedula, nag-aksaya pa ako ng P238.68.

Pero ayos lang, sa unang pagkakataon, nakita ko rin ang loob ng Quezon
City Hall.

Malaking lugar pala.. parang parke. Meron pang dalawang lumang auto na display na lang. At sa main building, may mga nakalilok sa pader na hindi ko na tinignan kung ano. Nagmamadali ako.

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The Smell of Battery Leak

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I was enjoying the afternoon sun when the sky suddenly wept. There we were… sinking paper boats in the puddle.

My brother made a boat out of styrofoam. He powered it with some dynamo he got from a broken toy racing car. That was the time I learned how to play with batteries and masking tapes.

While propelling in our vast garden flood, we shot it with pebbles. We burned the hell out of that boat. How mesmerizing the melting foam was.

Originally published in leave.myblogsite.com.

Helen and the Stupid Coffee

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We went home to Helen’s house after catching up too late in the streets of San Roque. I told her to stop trying beer too much.

Her house was the closest so we proceeded. There was her mom sleeping, head on the dining table. I wasn’t that sleepy so I headed for a coffee.

I waited for several hours… for several brewing hours and yet, the frappuccino I ordered wasn’t even lukewarm.

I slept at the coffee shop comfort room.

Originally published in leave.myblogsite.com.

The Pale Orange Reflection

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The table had vanished. All we can see were food. Seafood, oil food, wheat, and everything in between. You see, it was our parents twentieth year wedding anniversary.

My siblings and I were seated like audience to the sweetness of our folks. We were witnesses and evidence to the bond they have over the years.

My little brother was dancing Macarena. I think he was mocking some waiters. They should dance to that song while serving food. That would be swell.

Originally published in leave.myblogsite.com.

Turtles Can Fly A Bit

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I swear, I saw two turtles swimming in our garden flood. All the kids were playing in the rain. There I was, watching them by the second floor window.

My room is a bit damp, and stuff toy-smell could really be tangy. I just wanted to let my face sag and let my fingers tinker on the sill.

As soon as the rain stopped, I searched for the turtles. My feet glided, ignoring what the water had in store. I swear, I wasn’t dreaming of turtles.

Originally published in leave.myblogsite.com.

Magic Almond, Make Me High

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I picked up an almond from my mocha ice cream. It was 6:30 in the evening when it fell out of my mouth. It must be caused by Karen’s taunting that I can’t make a trap out of this sand mountain.

I jaw-dropped to my disdain. So, after I digged a foot-deep and covered it with newspaper, I sprinkled sand on top to conceal the hole. By the way, we half-filled it with drainage dirt.

I dusted off the almond. I don’t like it with sand coating. A step back and I fell. Stinky foot!

Originally published in leave.myblogsite.com.