物語の時間！

Once upon a time, in a land quite different from ours, there lay a little creature. It had long waggly ears, a cute pink nose and an adorable puff of a tail. Many would say that this creature would be akin to that of rabbits in our world but alas this one was a bit different. Unlike the snow-white fur that was characteristic of the rabbits we usually relate to, this creature had purple spotted fur with yellow stripes all along her body; there was so much of a clash it seemed as though that each design was actually fighting for a place on that small area of fur. It was therefore understandable that this poor little creature (who I shall from now on call Bunny simply because of its ease) was a lonely and sad one. Her existence lay in the compound of her small habitat and this gave her very little chance to explore the big, big world. Having never really ventured out for fear of being ridiculed, Bunny had no friends or companionship. Interestingly enough having never had any friends, she didn't particularly understand the concept of it. It seemed almost as alien a concept to her as the concept that Manchester United was a good football team. So understandably she was one perplexed bunny.

Now Bunny was a very habitual character - she always woke up as the sun rose and went about her day with as much gusto as one could expect from a female on a good day. A ritual she absolutely never missed was her pot of good ol' hot taro green milk tea which she made sure she savoured to the last drop. Filled with the aroma of the tea and the warmth of her cosy fire, her home exuded the warmth that gently beckoned for company which was distinctly odd since she was rather lacking in that area.

to be continued.... *narrator needs to watch TV!* =)

A LONG LONG AWAITED POST~ *chyeeaahh*

Its nearly 4 o'clock in the afternoon and as the dark clouds prey upon us I can't help but think about the last few weeks in Melbourne. You have to admit that the mood around the city is perfect for a long sleep-in below the warm covers of the duvet, snuggled between comforting layers of warmth. Either that or to zone out and flash through the memories I have gathered during the roller coaster month of June. From my previous post, it is starkly apparent that the exam period trudged over me in a cranky manner, staining all those 'could-be' happy days with a dark, dark mark. The last days of the exams, when I was probably at my most 'stressed-out' stage, felt like an eternity for me as I tried to block out the smiling faces and crazily happy sounds that seemed to scream out at me whilst I lay under my Chemistry and Management books. And then there was the frustration that accompanied the 'Oh-my god-I-can't-get-this-hemiacetal-acetal-mechanism!' or the 'what-is-with-the-overload-of-cycles?' or even 'why-are-there-so-many-flippin'-arrows?' But thank goodness the time finally came for me to walk out of the REB building feeling as though a huge weight had been taken from my shoulders coupled with a brilliantly 'glowy' outlook on life. I actually felt that the sun had come out behind the shade of the city skyline but it could have been purely imagination as I walked down the city to do some serious damage on the city shops.

The night itself was far out GREAT because I had the opportunity to haunt the cinema to watch 'Transformers-Revenge of the Fallen' with my brother, Grace, Ken, Jolene and their friend visiting them for the holidays. I have only one word to describe the movie, "AWESOME!" The graphics and the soundtrack were probably the highlights for me - although characters like Wheelie and Huey and Duey did spark some bubbly laughter from the audience even if the jokes tended towards the obscene side. Bumble Bee seemed to play a rather small part in the second show of Transformers although he redeemed some of his stardom during his critical flight in the Egyptian sands. The Fallen however was pathetic beyond belief. I still wonder as to why the supposed strong bad guy died in an instant. That really was a bummer for me~

More exciting things were around the corner as the weekend brought about the CMG Pre-Production Camp at Kyneton. It was a cold, cold, BEYOND cold experience and I don't think I will ever regain the warmth back in my fingers! But then again, it wasn't cold enough for it to snow but coming from a 'kampung' background as me I must emphasise my 'katak di bawah tempurung' experience. So yes, the fog crept up upon us such that it was difficult to see beyond two steps away. Testimonial to all crazy camping events, one night we even had a treasure hunt which was probably held on the worse night as one could see nothing except the person tied to your hand and the colourful string that bonded you to that person. It was a fumbly, bumbly truly exhilarating night though. I don't think my heart has ever beaten that hard from fear as well as adrenaline. Luckily it did us some good because group 6 - the Chubby Mama Group - succeeded in robbing this win from everyone else. It was a good sign especially after our near scrape with having to clean up! Personal experience knows that cooking is ALWAYS better although I might have poisoned some people with my cooking which I apologise profusely for.

Other events included the flying fox and prison games which taught us how to fight for food, love violence as well as to control our urge for 'sexual desire'. To be honest, I still question the direct context of the games and the appropriate link it has to the whole prison theme. But what do I know? I am merely Prisoner #2911. A nonentity and a mere representation of a number. It was quite shocking though the extent to which violence was brought out in people. It was like watching a replay of the boys in Oliver or any Charles Dickens novel where people were fighting for scraps of food to sustain their lives. Through the process of this dangerous game, people were scratched, hair was pulled, red marks were attained and people's breath kicked out of them. If violence was the true goal... I would say it was achieved - and VERY well at that.

But the camp wasn't all sexual implications and violence. Wait... scratch that. The camp wasn't all violence. (full stop) Sexual implications continued throughout the camp: day and night. The exclamation mark of this pinnacle of *interesting* behaviour came to call during our final event of the camp which involved each group having to put up a musical according to the themes given to us. Although all the themes differed from each other such as family, fraud, friendship and stealing, it was apparently entirely coincidental that all of them however included the theme of homosexuality! Oh gosh~ although I didn't understand the majority of the plays it was quite... lets say 'out-there' and embarrassingly obvious how the plot unravelled especially with such enthusiastic acting *cough cough*. I have videos of all the sketches which I will post up soon when the Internet is kind enough to me and my large files~ Still the bright side of it all lies in the fact that our group won an award for our play which was 'Best Script' and we all got..... *drum roll*.... *suspense created*......

PENCILS! *don't worry it was the mechanical kind!*

Haha. Still I guess the prize links to the award somewhat - so we may go on writing more brilliant plays to win the Logies! Overall though camp was brilliantly fun~ Got to know a whole load of people and even had the opportunity to put names to faces and in other cases, faces to names. I have to admit this post is pretty darn late but its from encouragement from some readers that this is going up~ Maybe I'm still high from the bubble tea session... gosh - maybe I need to drink it every time before I can blog. Oh yes! A brilliant excuse for my hot taro green milk tea. *rubs hands in glee!*