Dogs And My *non-too-serious* Eye Infection

A funny ad involving dags…
You like dags, don’t ya?


Their facial expression… priceless. It must have taken them hours to get it just right.
Looks so human!
I can’t even get my dog to go poopie outside my garden much less make him do faces.

Anyway, this is the kind of creative job field I want to get involved in. Creating funny materials for advertisements and shows.

An idealistic dream, really…

Oh, and on a side note, I am contagious. Both in terms of likability and spreading conjunctivitis. :(

But as usual, there is a silver lining to everything. You've seen those dudes on TV that can squirt gallons of milk out from their eye sockets? Yes, it’s so possible!!!
The eye drops the doctor prescribed to me are bitter to taste. So when I drop a couple into my eyes, I’ll get this bitter bilge settling down at the back of my throat after a few minutes.

So in theory, what goes down can come up again.
Stardom, here I come!
Got milk?

Rememeber, you enemies are enjoying life while you're too busy hating them.

Come Dance With Me, Watch Your Toes, Are You Insured?

I’m suppose to be studying for my Marketing Law finals premiering this Friday (or at this hour, probably catching some Zzzs) but there is something about ‘impending dooms’ that gets the creative juices flowing, you know what I mean?

So I’m thinking about this new direction I’ve been taking with me bloggie. So far, if you had been following with my weekly update of lates, I’m attempting to make the entries akin to a giant sushi buffet. Colorful and filled with a wondrous variety of tasty contents.

You, as my faithful readers, have the distinct honor of being test subjects for my little hobby here. Basically, I’ll try my best to put bits of interesting stuff. One day it might be a funny YouTube clip, the next a review of a movie and when you least expect it, I’ll unleash my rants/bitching on your sorry asses.

I’ll also like to get paid… and seeing that the target market segmentation for my ‘product’ are usually penniless university students, I guess I can make an exception with beaming praises and comments that are overflowing with adoration of my geniuses.

Well, enough about me. Let’s get back… well, to me again.

This is me putting on the moves. Getting it on, yo!

Now dancing is probably the last thing people had in mind when they think of me. Deviously handsome bloke maybe… but certainly not “dancing boy”.
So seeing that these are the last few months of being a student, I decided hell, why the heck not? Join the Monash dancing club!

It is a different experience for me. With the two years of Jujitsu classes, I had to suppress the compulsive urge to hip-throw and twist my partner’s wrist into a painful submission. Wouldn’t that make a hell of a first impression on the ladies? :)

I’m also pleasantly surprised that no one had to schedule reconstructive surgery for their toes. Usually, when people walk in close proximity to me, I kinda get tangle-footed with them. Big feet, I reckon.

Too bad I only had 5 classes. My time ran up… as a Monash-ian student I mean. Well, it was money well spent anyways. I feel so “cultured” now!

"If I knew you’ve listen, I’ll shut up."

A Reflection Piece On My Coming Doom

The darkness spreads its deadly shrouds all across our fair land, burning the eyes of the people. There is a perpetual sense of uneasiness within their throats as the fumes of doom slowly gather inside the body, hindering the ability to acquire much needed air to survive. Coughing, chocking. It is prevalent wherever the defiled air can reached its tainted tendrils into.

And in the distant horizon, another evil awaits. The very utter of its name sends scholars of any age to scurry under the table and curl up into a sobering fetal-positioned ball.

Examinatus!

All these are the birth pains of the end. Run, flee! Do you not see the Omega is upon us?! Death is coming… and then there will be nothing.

Well, so much for sounding pretty much like one of those bums with the “End-of-The-World” cardboard signs out on the streets.

Stupid haze, stupid exams.
On the bright side, it is probably my last official examination as a student. And my nose is clogged up with god-knows-what-crap-they-burn-in-Indonesia to actually smell anything anymore. Eyes and throat isn’t holding up too well. Especially with the contacts on.

Anyway, just felt like crapping. Will post something of more significant interests next.

If the world doesn’t end, that is.

“Yes, but why is the rum gone?”

Count Your Sheep!!!

One of the main places I go when I am idyllically procrastinating from doing any work are webcomics. As you can see from the sidebar to your right, I have a wide selection of webcomic sites that will get you hooked for hours on ends.

However, I would say one of the few ones that stand out from the pack is Count Your Sheep by Adrian Ramos or more know with his signature name, Adis! The base of the story is about the life of Laurie and her daughter Katie. The twist here is that both mother and daughter share and interact with the same imaginary friend, Ship, who is a ‘counting sheep’ created by Laurie during her own childhood and was subsequently passed down to Katie during birth.

The style of the strip is akin to a feminine version of Calvin & Hobbes with a twist of Gilmore Girls added for good measure. The issues involved in the comic concerns things like single parenthood, life in general, the ecology, inner-self esteem and above all, the good old days of just being a kid.

Click here for a bigger version.

Katie is a whimsical kid who, like Calvin, has an overactive imagination that frequently gets her into trouble. It is kinda endearing to see how she uses her 7-year-old logic to analyze and sometimes critique the world of adulthood. Katie is also portrayed as an idealist and quite self-assured for someone of her age. Ship, being around for at least two generations in the family, is ever there to give good advice and bail Katie out of a pinch.

Laurie is the mother and overall ‘queen’ of the household. As quoted in Count Your Sheep's Wikipedia article, she is the worn-out version of her daughter although very frequently we get to see her lighter side. There are also periodic strips entitled Back In Time where we see Laurie as a kid and the subsequent incidents that had transpired in the past.

Click here to see a bigger version.

Ship, well, is a sheep. He is the archetypical ‘counting sheep to sleep’ imaginary friend but has over the course of the strip evolved into something more. As both mother and daughter can interact with Ship, he is ever the wise counselor for both the girls. Wisecracking at times (even with self desires such as food and dignity), he ultimately is there for them.
Never the less, among every story arches done so far, the one that I personally look forward to are strips involving, Marty. The late father of Katie and husband to Laurie, he is an unseen character but has such a powerful impact on both the girls. I personally love strips where Laurie reminisces about Marty or when she/they visits his grave. A very touching and emotionally powerful message about surviving a death of a loved one and one that I applaud the artist for.

Click here for a bigger version.

Ship went ‘away’ when Laurie and Marty gotten married and feels a sort of gnawing guilt for not being there for her when Marty dies. He came back into existents on the day Katie was born, which was after Marty had died (hinted to be in a car accident).

Overall, a very inspiring comic with characters that people can relate and actually care about. Updates are periodically done so one can expect like 3-4 new strips per week. Go check it out! Remember to read the archives from comic no.1 because like any good series, you don’t want to be left hanging in between.

"Moo... Moooo... Mooo, I say! Mooo!"

Tell The Men, This Will Help

A hilarious and yet, strangely traumatizing experience for both parties involved.



This reminds me, I need a shave.

“So say we all!”