
Hi, I’m Brian Dys — a photographer from the inside looking out · a composer entangled in electronic music · a UX designer · a spouse, a parent, & everything in between.
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.
c. 1992
Tumakbu-takbo si Ian sa HELE subject namin. Tingin niya siguro wrestling ring ang klasrum. Nagpatalbog-talbog mula dulo pabalik. Napabarandal ang kanang kamay niya sa pakong nakausli sa pader.
Ngalngal siya. Tawanan kami.
c. 2006
Okey lang namn na may gerlpren basta marunong kang magdala; tiyak na magkakasundo kayo.
Kung gusto mo ng long time relationship, dapat hahabaan ang pasensya at maging understanding. Higit sa lahat, ipakita mo ang tunay na nadarama mo sa kanya. Ibig kong sabihin ay ‘yung pagmamahal mo sa kanya.
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c. 1997
Nauso ang topsider na may medyas. Nauso ang balat na sandalyas na may butas-butas at strap na may medyas. Baduy daw sabi ng tiyo ko. Hindi ko sila ginaya. Jeprox ba? Baduy. Jologs sa panahon ngayon.
May kilala akong nagsusuot ng Birkis tapos medyas. Nagmula siya sa Davao at nag-aral sa Ateneo De Manila. Kawawang bata, hindi alam ang kalakalan sa Maynila.
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She was wearing make-up. Lip-stick. Eye-liner. Eye-shadows. Blush-on. Spray-net. Fish-net. Stock-ings.
Stuck in a middle of a frozen traffic-jam.
Bought some dose of cashew-nuts and belly-bum.
She is Lady-Bhabes. Daughter of renowned classical-exhibitionist.
Philanthropist. Her father, the dentist of all tooth-aches.
Heart-breaks. Head-turners. Hotel-mongers.
Lies in hays. Lays eggs. Begs.
Porcupine-alms-giver. Donation-sacrilege.
Paper-charity.
Search. Find.
Zero. Nothing. Nada.
Kudos. Hail. Congratulations.
Conglomerate-good-luck.
Blink-charm. Heart-big. Heart-small.
Stirrup. Cochlea. Eyes-covex.
Conveyor-belt. Whack-wallet.
Count-1-2-3. 3-2-1.
Twelve-movement.
Brown-reaction.
Cation. Anion.
Vector-tragedy. Desert-swarm.
Happiness. Bliss. Tea-cup.
Protect. Potion. Seam. Foot-work.
End. Dark. Light.
Shade. Shadow. Curtain-close.
Pull. Up. New. Old.
Go. Time. Stop.
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I was not supposed to sleep. With my jeans and shirt from yesterday? No. But I did and sank into a shallow slumber. I thought I woke up but then none of my physical limbs were moving.
I was experiencing sleep paralysis.
My initial reaction was to struggle starting from the tips of my fingers. I could not remember what the dream was about but I was able to grasp some real air for a while. Then I closed my eyes again.
This time, I planned to go back to the trance. I thought I could fly and pass through walls but to no avail. I only imagined that I reached as far as the first floor of my apartment.
It was a boring sleep paralysis.
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