Asian Forest Scorpion

The prophecies of Merlin: “The tail of Scorpio shall produce lightning and Cancer quarrel with the Sun.”

Alright, I met a giant Asian Forest Scorpion which tried in vain to climb up a steep slope at Cerok Tokun. I shot with flash, the black creature received the light, but never returned with any lightning.But look at the tip of the tail, it was very much ready to accumulate whatever energy in order for that final shot on December 21, 2012?!

Well, this is only the story of a scorpion. I shall hike on that day. If the film “2012” is right, who know I may stand beside you in the end of the reshuffling of earth’s surface? And I shall say hi then!!

But before “the dust of the ancients shall be restored", Vangelia Gushterova predicted that“World War 3 will begin in November 2010. Starting as a regular war, it will progress to a nuclear and chemical war. The war will be finished only by October 2014.”

A good day to you.

A Brief Visit

A family of Scaly-breasted Munia took shelter at my front yard during a drizzling afternoon. They were actually a foot apart from me; but its seemed to be a hundred feet away as they never noticed me behind the tinted window glass.

The parents were busy at flying back and forth for the feeding routine, and

another unlucky worm that had made a fatal mistake which only others could learn from.

I went out for some clearer shots. This juvenile hesitated initially, it then struggled, fell onto the floor and finally managed to fly away.

Only the lesson wouldn't fly.

In the Woods

If pebbles divide ocean and land, thin line of trees then separate sky and earth. When getting tired of flying high or running low, we always go back to this boundary.

We are not alone for most of the time.

We may not, sometimes.

Beauty and the Beast

Once tried, I get addicted. Though might be fooled again, I continue my exploration into their little world .

But I was then shocked instead in front of my viewfinder window. This brown hopper was unexpectedly rugged and worn out.

Though fated and predestined, this was still an unpleasant face.

I made a simple effort to console myself by focusing on a nearby Beauty that was wearing a red ribbon. I shifted the piece of leaf for a better pose, and to move her closer to the "beast". She stayed calm and patient.

"Oh, it's no use. She's so beautiful, and I'm... Well, look at me!" the Beast muttered.

"But anyhow, thank you for stopping by."

A Talking Moth

You can’t read my mind though you think you can. My eye won’t tell the truth. You can come back a hundred times, take a thousand micro shots, and write post after post, but these will only reflect your stodgy imaginations.

I pose to fool you, and you are too smart to tell my life but that is actually your own interpretation. You feel so proud to tell the whole world.

You may come to find my cousin next week; you can write again, only your friends, in turn, to be fooled.

Rainfield, have you gone insane by now?

Sketches of Sunlight

A misty morning is not the only verse, when Nature allows morning sun flecks to penetrate through the canopy, when lines of light and shadow being sketched on my hiking trail, another dreamy perspective has been proposed.

Beauty can be lit up, and it was this time, on some ordinary pieces of leaf. Layers of color illuminated and transformed, and Cinderella came to my mind, but without the luxury to stay until twelve midnight.

This then tempted me to sniff along my way up and down Cerok Tokun for more hidden beauties. Others sniffed as well. I over-heard a lady whispering how smelly I was.Oh! I had stressed myself to be soaked to the skin.

Flower, Fly and Bee

Can a flower be selective?

I can hear her murmur with a long suffering sigh, "Him again."

That fly certainly feels very innocent. “I am not the one who goes hovering around faeces!!”

“I’ll go deep inside and give you an unreachable itch if you start making noises". Here come another intruder.

"......."

A Misty Morning

If I am the sun, I would like to stay away for some moments hence webs can lead way, mist prevails, cicadas sing, and trees talk.

If I am the sun, I shall not envy though am blocked behind the clouds. Wind brushes the misty setting, babblers sing back and trees groan under the rudeness of monkeys.

If I am the sun way up there, but I am not.

Robber Fly 吃虫虻

A blogger friend has sowed a seed of curiosity by commenting on my blog; it germinated and grew my interest. I started to search for information on eye colors.

A so-called “Window Approach” declares that the color of a person’s eye is an indicator of one’s personality, whereby brown eyes symbolize sharpness, blue eye, sweetness and green eyes, mischievousness. Dark-eyed people seem to score more in areas of social skills, emotions and neurotic behavior than light-eyed people.

When I met this critter, my question went back to the Window Approach. A robber fly must be having a mixed personality by showing all colours of a rainbow in its compound eye. May this character help during attacking its prey that includes the ants? I do not know.

But I know in the end, it became a part of the food chain of ants.

Do fancy eyes help in the end?

I Am Actually A Guest

I used this picture as a wallpaper but it turned out to frighten my colleague away. Is the grasshopper so ugly, with the left and right of its face so well-balanced and symmetrical, as how I have found myself in the mirror?

I have had so far dark brown, green and orange grasshoppers in my checklist. There maybe some pink, purple, or blue grasshoppers in the wild. Why not? Life is so colorful!

Nevertheless, this insect refused to leave when I said bye-bye, I had to stamp my feet instead, but it chose to stay not too far away, watching at me:

“Hi friend, I am actually your host.”

How sweet is a Hibiscus?

How sweet is a Hibiscus? It may be a very scientific question but a couple of brown-throated sunbirds would like to tell you in a different way.

I met a couple of brown-throated sunbirds about two months ago. They spent hours eating rambutan and I spent hours observing them. Rambutan is real sweet, I know.

When I saw this female sunbird spending the morning on the Hibiscus, I should know how sweet this flower is.

Not only the flower is, the place must be as sweet and romantic for this male sunbird.

He had a date in this beautiful morning.

But only to find I always disturbed them inch by inch whenever they got closer. I would also like to get closer by all means.