Showing posts with label Insects And Reptiles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Insects And Reptiles. Show all posts

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Focus, Lenses And Sufficient Lighting

When it comes to camwhore, I must say, we're nonetheless quite good at it; at least we got a passing mark for that! Big round of applause for Fatty Rufus's outstanding shots though. Generally, a high standard of a piece of shot totally requires some professionalism in photography. Speaking of which, sufficient lightings, precise focus and appropriate lense play one part on creating a better visual image. Well, inclusive of a good camera. Every little details count. We love to see every tiny piece of artwork. As tiny as it could be. To make things more understandable, we enjoy shots and artworks with defined and focused object. The tinier, the best.


Yes, it is that tiny. Call us bored asses. NBTD. We can’t really deny that ants were gorgeous in some ways..


Red armies stand out easier than the others, but basically, we hate them as much as you do.


They are so dogdamn small till I can’t really differentiate whether there is an occurrence of sex or war.


Be
t that this is worthy. Spent minutes on adjusting the lenses and focus. NBTD, but it’ll help on developing our photography skills though. Here's a piece or two of PIPIT.


Molly once barked that there was an ancient belief that these birdies might bring bad luck.


It's unbelievable, as it's too cute for them to act as a bad luck charm for us.

Let’s move on to what we’ll eat on later – together with our new found friends; the armies. Semolina and Orange Slices were totally moist and this is the first C-grade goody to get rid the bags of long-kept semolina in the refrigerator. It tasted more like an almond slice than a piece of cake.


Fatass Michelle have fun brushing the layers of slices with lemon syrup. That’s a more define term of NBTD.


As we’ve already barked, every little details DO count. Placing a few slices of fine orange zest makes it look better than it tasted. Last but not least, dusting the entire slice with powdered sugar. After trying our paws and tongues on semolina, we don’t really fancy semolina though.



Tuesday, June 12, 2007

My Half Day Old Chameleon

The day I met my second pet-to-be, a day which was full of bloody torture. The first pet I've owned was Geeky, my precious baby Gecko was dead just in a day. How devastating!


The second one was not as lucky as the first one though! There's no opportunity to name him either. He went off pretty quick! Under dumbass Boobie's teething toothie. Boobie went huh hah over him, chowing down this baby of mine once this baby was trapped in Boobie's kennel. Dogged you, Boobie!! Wasted, wasted!!!


This gorgeous baby lizard of mine had spotty and scaly figure. Changes its color very often. Speaking of camouflage. If he's still alive, by now, I would have taken him to Rufus kennel just to see whether he'll change himself into an albino white chameleon. Sadly, he's not here anymore. (*Whines*)


Do rest in peace, baby chameleon. Hmm, for easy understanding, perhaps, I should christened him Chameleonnaire!


In reminiscence, we cooked the green coconut sago, which would remind us of Chameleonnaire's ooey goey green gorgeous body. (*Teary Eyes*)


Briefly, this is the fastest but tiresome kuihs we've ever cooked on. The sago were hardly sticky, thus, it took us about 45 minutes to keep stirring the sago mixture under low-heat deep pan. Half an hour later, we noticed that we've got ourselves a tiny weeny bit of muscles. (*Proud Mannerism*)


The aroma of pandan leaves was highly anticipated. Few drops of green coloring were added. Once done with the mixing and stirring process, the sago was poured into a tray and let cooled.


The fresh coconut was next. By adding 1/2 tablespoons of salt to it, it blends very well with the sweet sago. Thumbs up. (*Blushes*)


We packed up these small kuihs into a plastic packaging for our loved ones. And the response was okay, good enough I guess.


Can't expect much from a C-grade baker. BOL. (*Devilish Grin*)




Sunday, April 22, 2007

My One Day Old Baby Gecko

My babey. FYI, Fatass Michelle does not really favour geckos. Icky and slimy, some of their skins were scaly, as I've heard of leopard geckos, they get dehydrated easily. Is that the simplest reason on why their skin got so scaly and dry? Try Vaseline. BOL. Eww, that was what Fatass Mich favourite quote when it comes to reptiles. Tortoises were excluded from her lists. Okay, that was her point of view. I had a dissimilar opinion on reptiles though. My day old baby gecko changed my point of view.


He's cute, well generally, it's hard to differentiate reptiles sexes. I do think it's a he. Nah, just he. He, the baby gecko, do not get sticky to me though I saved his life from Fatass Mich.


He gets sticky to the walls though. Very well mannered and polite, you can see that I'm telling you doggy lovers that he do not like to stick his tongue like Rufus loved doing.


That was clearly photoshopped by dumb dumb Fatass Mich, dumbly equipped with bad and ugly photoshop skills! He's not as icky as Fatass said. Very corteous. Talking about the mannerisms of a well-behaved gecko. Geeky, that's what Fatass called him. Geeky, my gecko. I had a pet and several servants. Exhilarating happy, euphorically excited and boy, I'm... Wee, happy. That, surprisingly sums it all. Helpers came up and got their shock of their lives. Ever want to have a pat on its elongated head? Over my dead and muscular body. He camwhored gorgeously. Shake your tail no-feather. Wiggle, wiggle! BOL! After all, it was all fond memories, which I'll be keeping it for now and forever, in my Einstein brain and love-shaped heart. FYI, he's only my one-day kept-pet. Helpers caught my baby Geeky and sent him off nicely. Seriously, graciously.


I barked at them: Why?!! WHY?!!
Fatass: Yes, why?!!
Helpers: Why what?
Painstakingly, I barked once more: Why must you flushed him down from that filthy toilet?!
Helpers: Lizards get dehydrated easily. I'm just helping. Why do you hire me for?!

What the doggy...