Having fun at Ranchero's while waiting for the FOOD!!	Featuring The KAKANIN TRIO!!

Davao is starting to become one big Hawaiian pizza; sliced into different parts, with chunks of hams as big business establishments, Pineapples as pop stores and cheese for restaurants or food stalls. Apparently, that means food is just about everywhere here in Davao. Competition would then bake the pizza; the cheese melts and eventually doubles its scope. This is probably the reason why every now and then we hear about a new restaurant chain opening up around the city.

Ehem..ehemm..I hate metaphors!

So...I thought I must tell you that I'm taking a break from my 366 Day Project. Well, it's been 4 months since I stopped creating those adorable monster characters. Not that I'm tired of making them. But while it's really time consuming to create those freakin monsters, it was the writing part that discourages me the most. Maybe I find it hard to think of a story related to the characters which I mindlessly draw. Yeah, I draw uninspired most of the time. Or might prolly because I have other blogs to maintain and there's school which takes most of my time and energy. I'm maybe tired. I don't know, the hell with that!

So I figured out - I'd STOP! ?Just take a break. . (have a kitkat), that kind of STOP hopefully.

But that didn't stop me from drawing though. :-D

I mean, if you're really passionate about something you just can't stop it! You can snap out of it for a moment but when days pass by? You'll surely feel bad about yourself. So what I did instead was create illustrations, concept art for a new project. Yes, another project!

Like, I've always wanted to make an animated feature film or be part of making one. My Pixar or Studio Ghibli dream seems so far away from now but I hope I'll make it that far. And like everyone else, I should start with a small but a kick-ass production.

So I thought about making an animated short film of my own. It's still a plan, so I might end up creating a web comics out of the material instead (while studying).

Here are my concept arts and character study for the animated short film I plan to make someday, I hope. While I wish I could do it this year, this month, this week or even today, I'm still not equipped and skilled to do animation yet. I'm not in a hurry, besides I still have Project 366 to finish.

TAR playing with fireflies!

I've finished writing the story of the new project though. Below's the synopsis!

Some sketches for TAR. .

Synopsis: The story is about a young Tarsier named TAR. He lives in a village where fireflies serves as guardians of the night. It lights their way and keeps peace around the village. Although Tarsiers are said to be insectivorous, they're not allowed to eat the fireflies because its said to be a forest spirit they call "Guardians" and is considered sacred by them.  Around twilight, TAR spotted humans armed with dagger, guns, torches and one with a shiny thing that produces a beam of light (flashlight) in the forest. He followed them and noticed that they were looking for something. When the beam of the man's flashlight was shone into his eyes, TAR startled and tried to leap to another tree but he fell into the ground. He thought he'd land with a thud but instead he fell onto something soft. And it was YUNA, a white eaglet who was being chased by the humans. When humans noticed them, another chase began with TAR riding on YUNA's back. Unfortunately, YUNA was captured and TAR felt responsible. When nightfall came TAR braved himself and tried to save YUNA by jumping over the man who was carrying YUNA and startled him. Unfortunately, together with YUNA, the man also dropped the torch causing a forest fire. Together with a big part of the forest, fireflies are gone too. Because of his actions, TAR was not allowed to come back to their village without searching for the fireflies. His mission is to find them to restore the balance on their ecosystem. Together with YUNA, TAR will go through series of adventures to discover the secret of the fireflies.

They say there's nothing like the experience of raising your first dog. You get the hell out of your house, wander off somewhere in your village, lie down under a tree and walk off into the sunset together. Just you and your dog best friend. But that's not my experience! Browny’s not even the first dog in the family. If my memory serves me right, Browny is the 4th dog in our family.

The former dogs didn't even seem like ours because after a few months, my Grandpa would ask my Uncle to take them all away far from us. My Grandpa doesn’t really like dogs or any animal running or playing around the  house. He didn’t even like us playing around at all. That's why, whenever we pass by him we walk with great caution and always make it sure that he won't have anything to say about us. Yeah, he's quite of a terror at home, too strict but that's his nature. But anyway. . .

My Uncle Allan, who lives at the province, would then bring the puppies to our farm and train them as guard dogs. Many years passed, they grew up there and probably died there too. I don’t really know that because I never asked anyone about what happened to those poor dogs. But this Browny, he happened to have stayed with us long enough for us to consider him family. And I’m not really the kind of person who gets attached to animals way too easily. Not until, Browny happened.

Right from the start Browny isn’t even my dog. One night, my cousin Min and I were discussing about owning a dog for some reason (which I couldn’t recall) and the next morning her classmate and our Uncle’s colleague brought one puppy each to the house. My cousin revealed to me though that she called her classmate to accept the puppy she offered to her during their biology class. Our Uncle Danny's colleague, on the other hand, may have overheard us that night.

Everything happened so fast and we never really expected to have two dogs exactly a day after discussing about owning just one. We were so excited! My cousin kept the puppies that day and it was up to her to decide which of the two puppies she’s gonna choose. Not that I have no say about the decision or the puppies but I left it to her since it was really her idea. Although honestly, I was just playing safe because if anything shit happens - at least nobody's gonna blame me. Sorry cuz! :-)

Unfortunately she was not allowed to keep two puppies at the same time because “owning a dog comes with great responsibility.” Says so my uncle. Sounds so cliché right? But that’s exactly what my Uncle said and he’s quoted for that.

Morning came and my cousin decided to keep the brown one. And yep, that’s Browny. A cute hairy brown puppy! In case you wanna know the other one was mostly white with lighter brown spots around its body – we didn’t had the chance to name him because we couldn’t really think of any name that suits him well. That's probably why we picked the brown one because he gave a good first impression. Forget it! He actually pissed on the floor. "Sonofabitch!!". I was about to spank him when he gave me an innocent, wide-eyed expression.

It felt like he was saying. . .

"Just look at me! Just look how adorable I am! Oh come on..you stupid asshole! Can you hurt something as adorable as me?"

And I was like. .
"The bastard's got his way of escaping punishments huh?"
"Ahhh...forget it!"

I then went looking for some old rug and cleaned his mess. And the other dog? Well, he was given back to his owner the next day.

I would actually have preferred the brown puppy too. But that’s just because he’s cuter, chubbier and hairier than the other one - or well, trying to.

As for the name, we really didn't thought about it. We just called him Browny right away. We didn't even care if there are other brownies out there. Because on that day, I knew that there was something special about Browny. Whatever it is, I was looking forward to it.

And I can't wait for that day where I can walk Browny up to the place in our village where one can behold one of the most breathtaking sunsets. Just Browny and Me, best of friends, watching the sunset together.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .