Moday Cuteness: Oh no, Aragog Jr. molted again!

It is always a joy seeing your adopted tarantula molting but after a year of the process despite looking more lovely and beautiful after having new skin. To the owners it means the time of being with them is getting shorter, it’s a realization that is inevitable.

It’s like Benjamin Button, the more you see him younger and younger the more he is near to the place called, ‘the six feet under’.
Aragog, Jr. and his molted skin
sorry for the image quality, I used my webcam to capture the event, lol.
My tarantula, and I called him Aragog Jr., I named it after Hagrid’s famous arachnids’ Aragog. I blogged about him the last time he was molting, it was on 02 July 2010 and yesterday 27 August 2010, he molted again.

Aragog, Jr. is a 19-month old male tarantula which specie belongs to the Chaco golden knee (Grammostola pulchripes); named from its attractive golden bands that surrounds its legs. And with a typical lifespan of 2 to 4 years for the male, shorter compare to its female counterpart who can live for as long as 30 years.

Molting is the process that a tarantula has to go through until they became adult and unlike the female, which continue to molt after reaching adulthood in the case of the male, they stop molting and started finding for their mate or just wait until they die.

It saddened me thinking that he will soon be gone, I find him really cute and lovely, I don’t want him banished this soon.

Now I’m thinking for his replacement, I want something who could last for eternity, lol. I am considering a Sugar glider or a chin (chinchilla).
So any of you can recommend me something that would make a good pet, oh by-the-way I don’t like dogs, cats or snakes.

P.S.
Here’s a wonderful video I found over at youTube of how the molting process is like. Get a glimpse!


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Farting Time!

Lately I noticed, I’ve been farting non-stop as in every seconds or so. Though I must say it’s not smelly, I mean the odorless one and the good thing it’s not loud haha.
Pandesal is a rounded bread usually eaten by Filipinos (us), made of
flour, eggs, lard, yeast, sugar and salt
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Well, after experiencing mayhem caused by that much publicized hostage taking drama days ago. I think it’s best to lighten-up our moods and while it is true that we are still mourning over the loss of those who were victims of the tragedy but what we can do for now I think is to offer them prayers and may their souls may rest in peace and that what happened would be a learning experience to all of us and that it won’t happen again.

So to change the mood, now I bring you my usual kwentong alamat (myths about me, lol).

Yes, it’s about farting this time and this started even before the hostage taking drama. All I remembered was that I have eaten 15 pieces of Pandesal (salt bread) in one sitting. Pan de Manila is just a walk away from home so every morning Pandesal is my usual breakfast. I usually buy 6 pieces of the small ones because that’s the only number I can manage to eat. But last Sunday without any motivation I bought 15 pieces and eating it non-stop while watching ‘The Vampire Diaries’. All I can say; butter and hot pandesal is a perfect combination plus hot coffee in between is a classic morning.

Then in the afternoon I started farting and this continue every day until today! The good thing it’s discreet and the smell too, lol. So no one really knew, I just farted on them ahahaha.

Now don’t go near me, I'm serious! lol

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Monday Cuteness: Sugar Glider

I love to have this cute creature to be my pet. I have a friend who like Kuya Kim (Matanglawin) has this fondness with animals (this is my other friend, not the one with the power). It gives me the creep every time I visit their house with all those kinds of animals; it’s like a mini zoo. There are snakes of different colors and a boa but I hate snakes so I don’t pay them even a glance. I’m afraid they would say HI to me by just staring them. Who knows I am a parseltongue, lol! He also pairs of Eye rings (love birds) in various and very delightful colors.
My friend Coy, playing with his Sugar glider
But what I like a lot about in his collections are the two cute Sugar Gliders. They make a good pet because aside from being clean they are also playful. He was actually persuading me to buy one, I’m almost tempted but at four thousand (Php 4,000) apiece, it made me grasp and settle for one of his tarantulas, instead.

Here’s the cute video I found over at Youtube about a sugar glider just to give you the idea why I love to have this as my pet.


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So what do you think? Is this creature worth the penny? Well, don’t worry I’ll blog about it when I get one, lol!

Have a cute Monday, everyone!

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Wolvie is blogging!

That’s right! He is blogging right now (ehem); thanks to his adamantium claw er I mean his healing power. Well, if you are following my blog closely or let say distantly (provided there’s someone who would really waste time reading my posts, lol). Yesterday, I left you with a thought of cutting my wrist just to prove myself on my new found power which is healing ala the cheer-leader Claire Bennett. As foretold by my psycho of a friend, I mean a psychic friend.Left: The Feral Wolverine of the X-Men, Right: The Rebel leader Longshot of the Mojoverse
But you see when I’m on the verge to cut my wrist, immediately it came to my attention about my phobia of blood. And do you really think I want to die because of staring spurt of blood - no way, it so uncool for a hero, you know, lol.

I’m still puzzled about this new power (adik kung adik ahaha) because genetically speaking I am very normal (that’s according to me, I don't know what's the take of the others, though). But I know for the fact that sometimes some strange behaviors would just come on me. Like, I can sense when a person is a good guy or a bitch, by simply interpreting their over-all gestures. You know the way they talk, the body movements and other mannerism, something like that. Also I have this power similar to Longshot – the luck; although I do not need a psionic field in order to transform them into a good luck, mine is just plain raw and pure energy, lol. Yeah, I’m feeling lucky most of the times and I don’t need a ‘felix felicis’ for that matter, cool huh!

Now, this friend whom the culprit of all my paranoia promised to teach me what I can do aside from my already manifested abilities. Well, the fact that I’m dying to be a Kapitan Sino of sort, so why not – coconut, toinkz.

This friend I am talking about is seriously drawn to these paranormal things (as in parang hindi na siya normal, haha). Weeks ago he told me, he was into past life readings and exaggeratedly telling me that he was almost crying when found out how he died in his past life (the year was 1920). According to him, he was an English aristocrat named Noel who died in a cave from suffocation. He was trapped in a chilling cave. Then I said, “Wow, that is COOL!”, lol!

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Sniff, sniff, I am Wolverine

I have been told, I have the power of healing (Huh, Claire isdatyu, toinkz). Whoah, it’s impossible but the thought of having to share that power with old knuckle head, man ain’t that cool? So at once, I believe with all my heart, haha.

I have this friend who I think is the last remnants of Godric Gryffindor, he is a witch. He can do a lot of abnormal things. Yeah seriously, he can make object animate by just staring it (telekinesis) though I doubt if he can make himself glow while at it like the Phoenix.
Uncanny X-MEN Wolverine, James 'Logan' Howlett
He is a superhero of sort, you know people with extra-ordinary powers aside from the usual (kilikili [arm-pit] power, lol), of course. He is also a telepath, like Charles Xavier (Professor X, X-Men) who can read minds of the others. He even told me that he can relay a message to his sister through their minds and like him his sister possesses the same power only that she’s a receiver. I mean, she can’t send-out a message to the other.

He can foretell the course of your future by just seeing your aura and he can also interpret dreams. Grand is it? Believe me, I am a living testament.

Now back to my so-called new found ability. I told him, it couldn’t be, although I have never been hospitalized in my years of existence or at least since my infant day’s fact-of-the-matter - that’s because I have to endure all the pain till it subsides every time I gets hurt, lol. I mean, I haven’t seen my wounds slowly regenerating new skins by just staring it like Claire Bennet.

But he insisted, I have the instinct of Wolverine and his healing factor, so he advised me to trust him and find out how to develop it. This is grand, I swear and I am not even reading comics these days and worse I am not sleeping, waaah this is a big joke?

I know ever since I am like Wolvie, many can attest to that. But it was the FERAL Logan that they always seen on me, haha.

So do you think I am a superhero now? Wait, I’ll cut my wrist let see if I can still blog tomorrow, lol!

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