
👋 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. 🥰
First day of November, All Saints’ Day. It is mandatory to come home. There is a family reunion whether you’re alive or not. And the carnival – who would want to miss the awesome carnival in the evening?
I hitched from Quezon City to Cavite City in my brother’s car. With the booze from last night still kicking in, I snapped away even with the glass window coating in between the camera and the moving world.
Too many people going underground
Too many reaching for a piece of cake
Too many people pulled and pushed around
Too many waiting for that lucky break
I caught her taking a swig out of the orange juice tetra pack. There was a steady stream about her cheek.
A clownish commotion in the living room was taking the spotlight. That was where I left Cheesecake and Beefcake. They were the cheeky aunties of dear old Clara. You noticed her when she came in just right after me, didn’t you? There were bright drip-drops on her fleece-white polo shirt.
I was locked to read your eyes like an old Latin prayer book. Only the punctuations I had understood; and the blessing of your apparition. Only this pillow set us apart like a mountain that bid only signals to commune; but I was able to caress your hand.
How time crawled. The day brightened, it shed. We were still, unmoving position of mind game dancing. You were the only one playing.
April was the month we started visiting the bar almost every day; the month we spent three days in the outskirts of a distant land called, Zambales; mother turned fifty and still looking young; new people came along and introduced themselves to my life. I ended this month lying in front of the house in a drunken stupor.
Blues. I think I died this afternoon as I experienced flying at will to the top of our neighborhood.
Big Brother. This is a classic setting of an 80s house where the owner never dared clearing the living room off his precious possessions. Or better yet, some gifts just have really big sentimental value.
Training Day. I usually see people cleaning the windshield of a car in gasoline stations. The kid popped from nowhere as soon as the light went red.
Blind Man. He may be the old chap who asks for help at the footbridge but he is all right. He counts the coins after the long day.
Balde And Bugsy. The two puppies did not want to stay with us; took the opportunity when the small gate was swinging wide.
Graduation Mass. What the hell were we doing here? We do not have the slightest idea.
Fire Drill. Ten minutes before the intended time for fire drill, we received a notice to evacuate the building using the elevator. How bad is it to use the fire exit from the twenty-first floor?
Over The Bakod. When we were kids, we used to climb lots of trees, namely: mango tree, bayabas tree, balimbing tree, and macopa tree. Of course, some left unconquered because the branches were too high for us to reach. I remember them, but those trees are gone now – the duhat tree, santol tree, and mansanitas tree (which was full of thorns).
Spell. She is happy today and will forget about the whole jumpy emotion.
Model: Canon EOS 350D Digital
Lens: Canon Zoom Lens EF-S 18-55mm f3.5-5.6 II
Anne Frank must have been really steamy one afternoon:
“Peter didn’t say another word about his parents; we just talked about books and about the past. The boy has such warmth in his eyes; I believe I’m pretty near to being in love with him. He talked about that this evening. I went into his room, after peeling the potatoes, and said that I felt so hot.” – Friday, 3 March, 1944
Gap. This is how she lays her hand on matters. She only dares to feel the superficial situation. I demonstrate to her how she does it by showing this photograph. She smiles and vanishes.
My Noisy Neighbor. Budoy wakes up and scolds me about the grungy guitar noise that I was making. You see, he is the landlady’s nephew.
Quack. You can bet that somewhere across this island there will be some fresh duck dumplings.
Grooving To The Groove. We dance in the afternoon sun. We remember the times when we were forced to take a nap. We are free.
McDonalds And The Black Hole. Seated at the left side of the bus, I saw this large patch on the window with cracks surrounding it. Then there was McDonalds in the background. “Is this not a good image to capture?” I asked myself.
Etchende’s Amigo!!! In short, “Do you understand that you must not pretend to be a student to save P1.50 of gruelling jeepney fare?” That was what I did when I found out that I only had P7.25 in my pocket. I was glad that was a Friday.
Plumeria. Everybody thought that the Plumeria trees died after the typhoon. They shed all their leaves and flowers. But then, the damp soil was fuming with this particular scent. A scent that was popular among cemeteries.
Old Hag Syndrome. This is the point where everyone can fly out to space, meet his guardian angel or plainly run away from a beast who likes to sit on people’s chest.
Reversing Roles. “So how does it make you feel? Well, I really think you should quit smoking.” – How Does It Make You Feel by Air
Model: Canon EOS 350D Digital
Lens: Canon Zoom Lens EF-S 18-55mm f3.5-5.6 II