Saturday, September 13, 2014

Fishtology Level 1

This time on our Snorkelcation, we got serious about fishtology. However, the book was only in French. So we learnt poissontologie, and it took us a bit longer to identify the Orange-lined Triggerfish, above.
The Scribbled Unicornfish, below, is a badass. You can tell because his tail is partially bitten off, and since he's blue, which means he's not frightened of us larger, uglier swimmers.
Below, a Bridaled Parrotfish youth, which in French is named after dead leaves.
This one is a Singapore Parrotfish, and is the same colour as the Singaporean passport, a fact missed by the livre de poissons.
Fishdentification can be tough. The fish below is the adult version of the fish above, so you get no extra points. I was disappointed with fish who change looks and gender, making them very hard to chercher dans le livre.
Barry called this a Batfish, which is wrong but does exist, (as do catfish, dogfish, goatfish, lionfish and frogfish, showing a lack of creativity). It's actually a Phantom Bannerfish. I call it the angry eyebrow fish.
This well-named Picasso Triggerfish refuses to be photographed elegantly.
The titan triggerfish avoids plaque buildup by scraping his teeth on rocks all day.
The Sixbar Wrasse (Labre en Français) is vain, has crazy tattoos, and kept requesting more pictures.
This trip, Barry tried to stop being afraid of sharks by realizing he was larger than them.
Below is the Short-nosed Unicornfish. I would not have gone with a nose-naming, myself.
This is the Forceps Butterflyfish, not to be confused with the Long Nose Butterflyfish. Here, a nose-naming makes more sense.
The Scrawled  Filefish is super creepy, and you would freak out if you saw one in the grocery store.
The Squaretail Coralgrouper should be called the Crazy Bluespots Grouper.
The Common Bluestripe Snapper were good to bully and scatter their school a little to get out any snorkel frustration.
The Lunar-tailed Bigeye, which can be red, silver or striped, pictured-bombed the Clown Triggerfish.
Poissontologie helped me to not confuse these Indopacific Sergeantfish with Convict Surgeonfish, so this is something that will help me in life.
Redtail Butterflyfish are one of a zillion type des Poissons Papillons that we saw.
True facts about the starfish: Did you know that each leg is made of a long gonad, that they can change gender, or that they can just reproduce by growing a new leg, as is being done here? So if you don't like the pickings, you just clone!
Finally, how about a Stingray for good measure.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Welcome to Kampong Glam

Good news, we have finished painting and the bar is ready at our new place in Kampong Glam.
There is also the dining room, which we saw no reason to keep indoors.
The bedrooms have contemplation benches. As you can see, we've traded the Hindu temples for mosques.
In other news, we have learnt that bro fuel is flammabl.
This is because it's partially made with deisel.
If this confuses you, you can just cut loose with toberlone.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Murder and Beer

This is what it looks like when a murderer pauses to sip his beer.
Beer can make murderers very happy. Thank you to Scott for being so photogenic. It was otherwise a perfectly normal night of marrow eating, of course.
Speaking of beer, Barry has been doing indoor cycling wearing spandex overalls. He only let me post this picture because it's blurry.
Anyway, this activity makes me wander around leisurely, sipping my beer in front of him. I tried to selfie this, but failed. Probably I needed a stick.
In other news, Singapore is putting the shade on top of us!
And back in Canada, there are delicious pancakes.
And poutine!

Saturday, August 9, 2014

A new home, with kitty, tripes and eggs

We have moved to the building beside Hello Kitty, who seems to be getting a bit wrinkled around the chin.
We had our youngest bar visitor, above, and he seems to have liked it.
The white floors aren't compatible with Barry's biking sometimes. And the leaking outer wall required the aliens to come to our window.
Normally, though, nothing hinders our view.
We live close to the harmony.
My new commute, by foot, involves the scenery below. I can get tripes and beumper crops for takeout.
By the way, taking pictures of Engrish can be challenging. This elevator in China had to specify no slapping and no pushing the buttons randomly, but it's hard to read due to my attempted discretion.
It is also hard to find the ideal use of long-screened Samsung photography. I suggest tall buildings:
Or Japanese rolled omelettes.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Bowling in Strange Places

At our place, we now have a bar. Below is my excitement at its inauguration.
At our friend Scott's place, however, if you go to the half floor between 1 and B1, you reach the bowling alley floor!
To arrive there in style, drive your chromed porsche. 
When we got there, we tried to manage the rules - you have to sit on the right couch.
We negotiated to eat food, as long as there was no alcohol. I guess alcohol spills more than layered dip.
It's ok, because we cleaned it sanitorally afterwards.
Below is my bowling face of disappointment. I kept getting my fingers caught in the holes.
David is more of a screwball bowler.
And our host Scott is more of a ball zen bowler.
We learnt that if you wear a short lacy dress, it doesn't end well.