The Robinhead

How To: Reviving Your Dead Pony. (Comic on Ego VS. Curiosity)


Majestic Pony Friend




Pink Dust


School Friends

What what what

Hungry Entity


E. Goh


Green Slime

More Green Slime






New Information


Massive Scales

Leave This Town

Useless Facts

The Internet

The Makeover

New Town

Old Town



Wonder No More

Bar Talk

Kuriosity Has Died


Cellphone Distractions





Venting Happens


Extensions of Self

Cutting In

Verbal Diarrhea

Sharing Facebook

Get Surprised

Sensitive Ego

Healthy Ego

Eternal Youth

Stay Curious, Sudbury


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Off to the Other Side of the World. (Living in the Philippines)

I successfully escaped the perilous tundra that was the winter of 2014 in Northern Ontario. Much like my robin friends, I am comfortable in a number of climates but tend to migrate towards giant (massive) abundances of fruit. I could probably down a few worms if I absolutely had to. Maybe.

I flew through chilly Toronto, less chilly Tokyo, barrelled through crazy Manila and finally settled down in Naguilian, Philippines. I say barrelled because the driver, (after silently praying, kissing his rosary and placing it on the dashboard,) took off like he just knew the light of god would careen all obstacles from the road, providing safe passage for us to drive at the speed of that very same light. The few hours of calm window-viewing tourism I had planned were replaced with a wild carnival of blurry bright colours, backed by a sorrowful soundtrack (sang beautifully by the driver) of brooding love songs.
We arrived in Naguilian. I was stoked. The sun shined bright, the motorcycles and jeepneys provided a rainbow of loud colour, locals smiled as they passed. Mango trees, banana trees, bright red tomatoes for the picking.. I made it!
I settled in to Naguilian life, walking to the market every morning to buy some fruit and observe my surroundings. I found some paper and started entertaining myself by drawing the little differences and similarities that astounded me while adjusting to daily life. So much was the same, but completely different. Shopping, walking, everything.

Fake tan

Whitening cleanser

Canadian Traffic

Filipino Traffic


Active compost


Carpooling Philippines

Business plan


Shower spiders

Lizard shower



There were so many. In my experience, in order to get help at a retail store back home you have to flag someone down. Here, you can literally feel the breath of the woman behind you waiting while you rifle through T-shirts. I had some very intimate moments while finding things in stores.

The Massacre of Sweat and Fire
After the initial doe-eyed tourist effect wore off, I began realizing that the apartment I had felt a lot more like a sweat shack. A sweat shack that could have easily and effectively been used for interrogations. The only escape I had from the heat was the freezing cold shower. My room had a bed, a plastic table and a fan. The room itself was nice and simple. The constant freeway of fire ants (three lanes of steady traffic) traveling along the edges of the ceiling was another thing entirely. Itchy, bitey, angry ants. I sought heroic assistance to reroute the ants, but they were persistent. Countless colonies had claimed that apartment as their territory long before this little Canadian showed up.
Ant attack
Brave, itchy and naive, I fought anyway. I made little circles of bug lotion around drain pipes, the shower head, windows and doors. I wrapped toilet paper around a long knife and climbed up to the high ceiling, smearing lotion across the most popular ant holes used for entry to my torture shack. I made a protective barrier around my produce and stared defiantly, crazily, at the walls. I wrapped my sheet up like a sweaty straitjacket and still woke up with new bites. What I ultimately learned was: They will find a way. They will always find a way.
I decided my time would be better spent out front of the apartment, still incredibly hot but less ant-trapped. Birds singing, dogs barking and BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Motorcycles driving by at 10 second intervals. Conversations become stunted when you have incredibly loud motorcycles and scooters driving by at 10 second intervals. I sucked it up and stuck to reading, eating fruit and playing 10 second bursts of ukulele.

Walk Like an Egyptian (How I lost my sanity)
First off, let me just say that I love Naguilian. I love the greenery, the adorable dogs, the random hilarious chickens and even funnier goats. I love the amazing mountain-top views that can’t be explained or photographed with proper justice. I also love the locals. I have never seen so many smiling, happy people in one place. I almost offered some of my airplane suckers to a group of adorable kids that were waving at me shyly before realizing that I was a stranger offering candy to children. I love this town.
The apartment however, I did not love.
I was located on a fairly busy residential street full of noise and activity. A quiet local, sitting where I was, might experience a few exchanges throughout the day. As it was, I was not a local and am instead a foreigner easily distinguishable by my skin colour and facial features. What started off as pleasant eventually became anything but.
Imagine living in a zoo for a month. You are a rare species, flown in from faraway lands.
Robin beast
Visitors gape at the way you can crack a watermelon open and eat its entire contents. Children point. Day after day. They don’t stay long but the zoo is open all day and the reactions are always the same. The smiles warm your heart, but most just stare at you with curiosity while you go about your day. You seek out a spot seemingly hidden behind your sweat shack to lay down but you look over only to realize that a cluster of people have gone out of their way to gather on a side path and stare at you. Alarmed, you lift your hand to wave. They only stare, talking amongst themselves in a language you do not understand.
That, my friends, is the precise moment that I lost my sanity.
Right there. Laying on the concrete in the searing heat. All of my collected frustrations gathered in to one supermassive ball of magma that proceeded to erupt out of my face and limbs. I threw myself semi-upright and began dancing around in an ape-like fashion. I scratched my head, tossed my books and ran in a circle like the animal I had become. Then, something resembling thought said “Why not?” and proceeded to do the ‘Walk Like an Egyptian’ dance. I attribute my ape-dance to several things, one definitely being my own underestimation of how much heat affects the brain.
One thing I can tell you for sure is that I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

The Escape
Shortly after my ape-isode, I traveled to the nearby town of Bauang. I stayed in a budget resort next to the sea where I made friends with a few of the venders that would come by to sell stuff to the old and rich tourists having lunch with their adolescent Filipina girlfriends. The market (fruit! everywhere! yes!) was much further away from my base than the one in Naguilian, so…
I flagged myself down a tricycle and hopped in.
It was an amazing experience.
Riding in a tricycle is a lot like sitting in a ferris wheel cart with no seatbelt or doors but instead of going up you’re being zipped down the noisy highway. It’s a heck of a lot of fun, and cheap! The colourful jeepneys are also a blast. You grab on to a bar and heave yourself inside while passing your fare to the person beside you and (traveling hand by hand) up to the driver. I will definitely miss these exciting, independently owned methods of public transport.
Transport Philippines

Where I’m at Now
I am now back in Naguilian, a nice 20 minute walk away from my old sweat shack. I wake up to adorable baby goats leaping to and fro, cows chewing endlessly and dogs chasing each other around. I eat my fruit and feed the peelings to Billy the ugly goat, we butt heads for a bit (literally) and I scratch the little space between his horns.
My conversations with newly acquired friends are still very stunted..
I like to dance kayat ko
As are some of their conversations with me..
I love you
But I’m slowly learning the dialect and making friends.. I’ll take all of the smiles I can get! Flying back to Canada in a few days, but there will always be a place in my heart for Naguilian. Driving a motorcycle down a path surrounded by rice patties, animals and beautiful greenery has been one of my favourite experiences in life so far.
I’ll definitely be back.

Happy day! Whatever time of the day it is in your town!

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Alien Contact – a Comic on Gender Roles

Girl or Boy

Big Breasts

Hormone Level Analysis

No Gender

What side, what form


Girl, relax

Let me touch!

Happy Pants

Horny Sadness

Crazy Chicks

Say what!



17 copy



Happy Boner

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A Cheesy Comic on Happiness and Expectations











Comic: Sand Castles




Kicked over Sandcastle




News Anchor Reporting

Citizens Enraged

Somewhere along the internets we discovered that crashing sand castles (from computer chairs) is much easier than actually going out and building them. This is where my mind goes whenever I let myself read the comment sections of online news articles. Idle no more, the occupy movement, projects to help the community.. people took the time to build them. If you disagree, why hatefully crash into their sand castles when you can just build your own?

Aaaanyway. Happy Tuesday. I’ll try to keep posting (here or on Facebook) on Tuesdays.