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Sunday, May 29, 2016

Pill Millipede


I met a new friend when hiking at Penang Hill. It was thought to be a kind of ball shape of seed initially, but this is its reaction to danger actually.

It is named pill millipede, a not-quite-sweet name. Nobody likes pill.

We were friend finally, because no matter how much I poked or scratched its back, it just kept crawling.

I laid a piece of leaf, wanting it to climb at a small angle aiming to shoot its front view, it always avoided.


Until I had lost my patience, it managed to prove that I did not have the quality of a good photographer.

Only a good friend tells the truth.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

A Mushroom in Wonderland


"This here ought to have been a red rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake." The gardeners told Alice while busily painting the roses red.

This is one mushroom that I have met this morning. I wonder whether it is a brown one that is being painted white.

That is interesting, a white mushroom, as white as Snow White will stand out in the dark forest like a white LED.

Or could brown, the manly brown, be a favourite of the Queen? This Snow White is becoming rugged and down-to-earth.

And no fairy tale to the Queen, for she will scream, "Off with your head! Off----"


Sunday, May 15, 2016

Ways to Get Connected


Above the soil, a mushrooms is the fruiting body of a fungus. It serves to spread spores and share local news across oceans. Though short-lived, its spores continue to send radio signals into the air waves.

We get connected.

Below the soil, the vegetative part of a fungus-the mycelium, continues to grow for many years. This branching web, though spread silently and secretly, is as influential as Google.

We get connected again.

We somehow get connected in many ways: in the air, underground or other unnamed channels. 

Life is a weird dream.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Missed Wonders


Life itself is full of wonders, so why stay in a corner waiting for others to come to you?

Oh I am so mistaken not for the first time again. I too believe in my eyes.

My eyes fail to see your spores. They stay afloat in the air and travel high and far.

Until I hike on Sunday morning, your spores have already reached another side of Pacific Ocean.

This is not virtual though a virtual world is not less excited.

Life is full of wonders. We know that. We always miss to intercept them.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Man Complication


Snails act as though they were perceived to follow the instinct of man; same to mushrooms.

Same to man himself.

It is actually no Amazon in snails' Google, mushrooms would never vroom vroom-away and arrive at the galaxy. Behind all these only that one man thinks hikinig, marathon and photography mean everything.

So today mushroom is just an ordinary white fungus that extracts nutrition from its host and provides mineral in return, a simple life only when human complication is absent.

When a snail is a snail, a mushroom is a mushroom, a man can only be a man.

And this one man cannot stop daydreaming until the vessel of his body is shattered.

Funny enough, Google, in the past few years, taught computers how to dream. Computers would then become human being.