Xanthic

A little girl sat alone in the middle of the park in the sun. She holds a worn teddy bear close to her. Her mouth moves as she mumbles into the teddy's frayed ear. She tells him stories, fills him with her hope, reveals her deepest and darkest thoughts. A lady approaches and beckons the girl towards her. The little girl only briefly looks up, then continues whispering. The lady is annoyed and so holds onto the little girl's hand and starts pulling her away from her sanctuary. The bear is dropped and the girl yanks her hand away from the lady. She picks up the bear, dusts its body and apologises to the bear. The lady sighs and offers her hand once again. The little girl stares at the hand and walks ahead, with her bear in her arms.

Until next time.
xx

White

Yes yes, I may have cheated a bit because white is known more as a shade rather than a colour...but shades should be able to get their own say, no?

A couple consists of a duo. A duo consists of two. Do the two always have to balance out? Do the two have to match in order to 'match'? There are pairs that create perfection. There are pairs that bring out the worst in each other. Although they are still happy, is it healthy for the relationship? Not only to them, but for all those around them? A person's love may turn into another's hate. Two contrasting things. Does that make the balance? After all; with night, comes day. With hot, comes cold. Do the terms 'right' and 'wrong' become included in this situation as well? A person may change over the influence of another. Individually, they may be harmless. Friendly. Bearable. Together, they may double up in those qualities, or become absolutely chaotic. It is with chaos, that things begin to fall.

'London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.
London bridge is falling down, my fair lady.'

So tell me. Is it because the person who created this little famous nursery rhyme met a woman that caused chaos to strike London bridge? One can only wonder at such a thought.

Until then.
xx

Vermilion

What I witness, what I hide, what I yearn.

the ice from a snowflake that has escaped from the heavens slowly melting on my tongue

the gentle waft of sugar and butter melting while a cake is in the oven

cleaning off the grease on a paper as I wipe my fingers from the crispy fish and accompanied chips

the snap, crackle and pop of rice bubbles

the warm, loving hug from a parent

the reassurance from a source stating all will be okay

the gentle beat of the heart thumping close to my ear as i lie on someone's chest

the sound of multiple voices all talking and laughing at once

the silky feel of sand between my toes

the feeling of eternity while running on a long deserted stretch of road

the ability to be motivated at whatever I do

the softness of a mattress, willing me to sleep

the tears of the innocent, fallen for the damned

Until next time.
xx

Ultramarine

It's been a while, yet time flies so fast that it doesn't seem so long ago.

If only I had the ability to enter a place where time didn't exist. I could stay there for hours and not even a millisecond would pass in the real world. All I would have to do is close my eyes and will for that door. When I open my eyes, a welcoming place, somewhere I love, will beckon me to enter. If only I had that ability now, I would go to my own private beach. The pure white sand will be my soft mattress. Small, warm waves will gently lap at my toes. The golden rays of the sun will embrace me in it's warmth. The light fragrance of fish and chips will waft slowly and lazily through the air. There, nothing will matter. I will have all the time in the world.

If only.

Until then.
xx

Turquoise

The word:)

It seems the world was crafted to compliment the human behaviour. The rising sun for new beginnings, the tall trees in the forest for the proud, the heavy boulders for the stubborn, the sweet smell of summer for the innocent, clouds for the high, waterfalls for the falling. We underestimate what is around us, and continuously live life through confusion and perhaps even conformity. It must be understood that we, as humans, can change or modify ourselves for life to be better. However, too much change could hinder your original purpose. It is about understanding the balance of change and caring about yourself that enables you to care for others freely. So look deep inside. If you are the sun, is it time for you to rise? Flowers cannot grow without sunlight. When you shine others will shine. As long as that purpose you decide to shine for is worth it.

However, maybe there is too much change. A boulder may be stubborn, but perhaps it enjoys it's place. Many homes for wildlife are found beneath boulders. Perhaps it is how you are you that allows life to flow just a tad more fluently. Change may sometimes distract you from seeing this.

Just remember that you, are the only judge that could determine that.

Until next time.
xx

Sepia

Next week will be the final week of actual schooling for me. After that, it's preparations for exams. I am...insanely calm. Is that normal? My grades aren't that high, they're average I guess. Well, let's hope the calm stays with me until the end of this ride.

Onto a new topic. Old flames. I have quite a few. Most I'm still on very good terms with and a few, not as much. One old flame in particular has sprung up. We never actually were a couple, but we were much more closer than friends. We're still good friends and he has a girlfriend which I'm happy for. Fact. However, he says he misses me and that he needs me. 'Though I love my girlfriend, you're so special to me'.

Really.

Why does he do that? Why do guys do that? Just because I refused being his girlfriend in the past, what makes him think that I would want him now?? Especially that he's actually with someone as well. He was actually willing to leave her if I accepted. Sigh, I know that some boundaries are supposed to be placed but I really wish that I didn't even need to consider boundaries in the first place. We are all human anyway.

Okay, I'm done with my little vent. Apologies. I'll post up a proper entry when I get the time. Time seems so limited nowadays.

Until then.
xx

Ruby

Smiles are the light that make the world shine. They mean so much yet you only need to do so little. Imagine if everyone in the world smiled. Confidences would boost, moods lifted and anxiety lowered. Imagine walking into an interview and seeing your future boss smiling. Would that not put you at ease?

But... it'd be weird if everyone smiled at your funeral, or if they just found out their loved ones are going to die.

Smiling is a beautiful thing to do...but it does become oh so tiring.

Until next time.
xx

Quencienta

Quote from sources- "Quencienta is a pale shade of indigo, used commonly by plastic manufacturers."

Song I am listening to on loop - "A Song for our Fathers" by Explosions in the Sky

Is it possible for a song to contain medicinal properties? I am feeling calm and at ease. Like a flat piece of wood drifting slowly down a creek, a silent and calming journey. I can feel the kisses little droplets of water give me, the warm hug from the sun. Night time falls upon me and the little stars come out to play, winking at me one by one. A distant gush is heard in the distance and I close my eyes as the waters guide me down their fall. Parts of me break off due to the sharp rocks underneath, but as segments of myself float away, it is okay, for now I am able to explore more parts of the world at the same time.

Until then.
xx

Purple

A little cloud of smoke rises slowly through the little vents, grasping hold on the fresh air it meets as it rises out of my printer.

Yes...thus then in brief, my printer just kind of blew up.

Until next time.
xx

Olive

It's been a while, hasn't it? Dear blog, I apologise for not giving you as much attention recently, for the folio is driving my head in. Not to worry! I shall lavish my love for you right now.

I shall share an embarrassing tale then, yes? It all started yesterday when I went to grab a refreshment at a friend's party. His party was held in his aunty's home, and his aunty has a few things dangling around the room we were in. Now, his aunty is I think 19? 20? Just a bit older than us. A couple of her friends came over as well and they weren't that bad looking:P

So there I was, grabbing a drink for myself [apple juice if you're wondering] and one of her friends were around. Due to party scenery, we both acknowledged each other and gave each other polite smiles. I finish grabbing my drink and turn to head back to a couple of my friends when, would you believe it, I walk straight into a bird cage that was dangling from the ceiling. Not only was a red mark forming in the middle of my forehead but my cheeks were getting redder and redder by the moment. I looked at the guy who was there and he was stifling a laugh. Not knowing what to do, I made eye contact with him and said 'You never saw that', in which he replied with upfront laughter.

Smooth right?

Until then.
xx

Nacarat

How is it possible for life to be perfect? A perfect rose is not one that has all petals but one with the most deepest meaningful colour. Perfection is such a flawed word.

Until next time.
xx

Maroon

Yes, it is motivation that I lack tonight. Folio work has never tired me so. Why can I not muster up the energy to type a couple of letters regarding work, but am ample enough to post this little spiel up? An odd one I am indeed. If only it came in some sort of artificial form. A tablet or a liquid. A food of some sort. I need this 'motivation' to pump through my veins and tingle my senses. Allow my energy levels to perk up a bit and perhaps cause my eye to twitch...no no, that is caffeine I think.

GOOD LORDIE. MOTIVATION GET YOUR ASS HERE...


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'What is motivation? Can you eat it?' <-wise words from a fellow friend.
I need cake:(

Until then.
xx

Lazuli

Why is tomorrow called 'tomorrow?
Why is today called 'today'?
Does time run on it's own 'time'?
Why does society remember things as back 'then'?
Why is the only way to go around is to 'travel'?
Why does a creature named 'tortoise' or 'turtle' move so slow?
Either it's me, or those things that take time tend to consist the letter 'T'.

Do I take my time?

Until next time.
xx

Khaki

I saw myself in the local newspaper today. It was... interesting:P. Just thought I'd share that bit of news.

Now onto a bit of an adventure.

He jolts awake to find himself here. The sprouts of fine green prick at his bare feet as he walks through this unknown vast land. Where is he? The moon is bright and he observes all. There, in the far distance a beautiful grand tree. It's branches sway lightly in the gentle breeze. The green leaves flutter quietly like butterflies on the end. Their thin, bony fingers beckon him to come closer. It bathes in a luminous glow which is as enchanting as a siren's call. He succumbs and advances towards the magic that cries to him.
The glow is blinding as he reaches closer to the tree. When he reaches the base he looks back. He could see the serenity of it all. The quiet undisturbed area. The grass standing tall and proud, except for the distant flattened area where he once lay. A beautiful scent tickles his nostrils. It smells like life itself, a mixture of springtime and fairy dust. He could smell within it the comfort of freshly baked cookies, the spice of the heated streets of India, the freedom of the ocean and beyond. The exotic fragrant lures him closer to an unseen place.
The sun rules this land and not the moon but he does not notice this for there, she sat. A creature of perfection with long jet black hair. The never ending curls flow past her shoulders and he aches, oh how he aches to run his fingers through such fine silk. Simple baby blue fabric hugs loosely around her slender body, which perches itself lazily against the rock. She turns slowly and smiles, as if she had expected him to come. He gasps at such beauty. Piercing emerald eyes placed on sun kissed cheeks look back at him. He is unable to move for she seems to identify him; seeing his needs and desires. He breaks off his gaze and is ashamed of what she discovers. A melodic laugh tinkles the air and he cannot help but glance once more.
The hair is still black but now mangled and course. The blue fabric that once was meticulously woven strangles her body as rags. Her skin is deathly pale and thunder roars in the background. But the eyes. They are the damage.
For when he looks, empty, soulless white pupils stare back at him.

Until then.
xx

Jonquil

The great Mexican classic, the Chili Con Carne. What a beautiful dish. So easy, so satisfying. You can make it any day and any time if you want, as long as you have all the ingredients for it. How I know? At my friend's 18th birthday recently, we got peckish at 2.30AM in the morning, so I made this dish for us to share and eat. It was divine:D
I made this recipe earlier this year and since I did not have my camera at that time, I relied on my teacher to take the photos. Well, I finally have the pictures of this dish created using Gordon Ramsay's recipe. It was, like I said, very convenient to make, given that you have all the ingredients at hand. There are many spices, but the dish itself isn't that spicy at all.



I don't really like this close up. It makes my chili con carne look... orangey? Not sure how to describe it. Tell me what you think.

Until next time.
xx

Indigo

As a fun project, for my friend LADIDA's 18th, we all made foam reincarnations of ourselves for her. Kinda like voodoo dolls in a sense:P. I want to post this pic up so that it could be shown to the world to see. My friend LADIDA is the mermaid in the middle. Try figuring out which one I am if you'd like.
Clue- I'm the different one:)

Until then.
xx

Hazel

I can feel it. It's my turn now. I squeeze out of her, having my first taste of freedom. Before leaving completely, I lick her bottom lashes and slide down her cheek. Oh, how exhilarating! This ability to travel so quickly, so smoothly. How long will this feeling of liberation last? Ouch! Another joins me, we morph as one. Together we become more powerful. Together, we travel. We fall off her chin, clinging onto each other. But not to worry, for we fly! That is, until we fall onto her dress. Where now? Where now? Where will my path lead me? Weak. I feel weak. We both do. Why, what is happening? The harsh fabric sucks us in. Absorbing us of our life. Our freedom. We are no more, but we will be remembered. We must be.

Until next time.
xx

Green

After a fellow friend of mine comments that he'd ask a mad dog for cake, I found it all too coincidental that while watching Heston Blumenthal's show, he makes a house, entirely out of cake.

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Before I say anything else...YUM!

So who is Heston Blumenthal?? He is one of my all time idols of the culinary world. He makes food, but with a flair. It could be as simple as chocolate, but the way he serves it up. Oh so beautiful.


So why a cake house? For his shows, he makes a theme for every episode. This particular episode had the theme of fairy tales. We're all aware of the story Hansel and Gretel yes? If not, look it up now! Well, to honour the children who were tricked by a witch to fatten up by eating a cake house, he makes one himself. I tried my best to find pictures of the house, but I failed. Let's just say, the door is a huge Aero, the stained window is melted toffee candy, the roof tiles are chocolate with caramel fudge underneath, the drain pipes are chocolate, the door mat looks like a tiramisu, the tiles are a sponge or fruitcake, coloured and connected altogether with icing sugar. Oh, the casing of the house? Gingerbread.


Once again, YUM!

Until then.
xx

Fuchsia

How it shines. How it glitters in the sun. How it's shape is so beautiful, so easy to hold in her hand. She curls her fingers around the handle and is satisfied with the control her grip enables her to have. She looks at herself in the reflection of the blade. Two eyes look back. There is no life in them. They only have one use. To see. And see she did. She crouched down, willing herself to not be seen. Like a snake, she wills her body to slide along the ground. A twig snaps. She freezes. Birds above her fly towards the sun. The heavens. She listens out for any other noises but it is hard. Her heart is too loud. She takes a deep breath as silently as she is able to and proceeds. There. She is so close. She can smell it. Beautiful flesh, so soft, so pure, so perfect. Too perfect. The blade shines in her hand. It cries to be used. It cries to become a part of the beautiful flesh. She knows. Under that beauty is more beauty. In another form. Red. How could anyone possess such vast amounts of beauty? It is not fair. Justice must be made. Quick as lightning, she greets the flesh with her blade. A scream is heard. It is ugly, not like the flesh at all. Masses of beautiful red flows out, like a river. An elixir. Like a possessed soul, she craves. Her hunger needs to be satisfied. She presses her hand against the now still form, such beauty on her fingers. She caresses her neck with the elixir. Yes, she can begin to feel it. She stares at her blade and licks it clean. The taste so rewarding. She enters the flesh with her blade again, and again. Beauty flows out, a pool of wonder. She scrambles for it all. She takes it all. She rubs as much as she could around her whole body. There.

She is now beautiful. Justice is restored.

Until next time.
xx

Emerald

So this is how we're going to do this. Ready? Okay, stand up, put your hands up in the air, stick a silly grin on your face and try moving your hips and feet at the same time. You're dancing now! Why? We celebrate the fact that I have finally finished cooking all my required recipes for my folio. Yay! But no worries, I will definitely be cooking in the near future. Why stop such a beautiful passion? Today has been a good day indeed. In the morning, I made Pan De Muerto, which actually translates to 'bread of the dead' in Mexico, did you know that? It's actually sweet bread in simpler terms:). It was so fun to make and kneed. Shaping it was harder than it seemed. I tried making little bones to put on top but it wasn't much of a success, so I went with a cross and a pretty little ball to put in the middle. Here you go. My bread in steps.
So this is after letting it grow to double it's size. Let's call this the toddler age.

Adolescent stage- These were my crosses, after failing the bones.

Maturity stage- Despite my weird pieces, it looked all yummy and golden. It was fluffy and sweet inside as well:D


Just quickly, I'll jump to a different story that happened during methods today. My friends and I were munching on my bread in class when she saw the bag of bread. She then said 'Hand it over!'. now, we all thought she was going to confiscate the bag of bread so my friend hid it under the table. She walked up to us, glared at my friend and said to him' Give me some too! I want some! Don't be unfair!'. HA! It was classic. She asked for seconds too after that:P

Well, continuing on, that wasn't the only thing I made. A tradition in Mexico during Dia De Los Muertos is the making or purchasing [for the lazy ones] of sugar skulls. These were very messy to make. I think more mixture was on my hand than in the bowl, but I still had enough, thankfully. So here we go again!
Doesn't the school equipment look ever so plain? This was a PAIN in the gluteous maximus to wash, since it hardens almost instantly.

My initial plan was to make three big ones but I thought I should make a little family. So, these were the skulls before birth. [Ha! I just realised how ironic it is to give birth to a skull. I'm a fool:P]

And after decorating, separating, shaping them, I finally give you the family. I'm still undecided as to what surname they should receive. But seriously, you gotta admit, they look awesome if I do say so myself. Yes yes I understand the term gloating but I'm proud! And they're edible as well! Now that's a bonus:D


So there you have it. I HAVE finished the products for my folio but I still need to complete the written part for my folio. Oh! I also have happier news to speak of. The methods SAC I performed dreadfully on was apparently performed dreadfully by everyone else to the point that the teachers have scaled it up, meaning that I have no longer failed!! Now let's dance again. [Refer to beginning of this post]

Until then.
xx

Denim

I feel like kicking myself ten times over. I should've said no. I should've told her that I was in no position to complete the task. But my stubborn side is very persuasive. Get it over with! Why drag on the time. Just get it over with. So I did it and absolutely, totally and utterly regret it with a complete passion. Why did I ever do such an idiotic thing?! Why?? I have a habit when at the most horrible times, I replay awkward or stupid moments in my head. Someone could just be looking at me and my face would go from expressionless to looking like I just sucked a lemon dry. Don't you hate those moments when you cringe at the idiocy you have done?? You may be wondering why I'm feeling this way. Well, I got my results from my methods SAC back today and I...failed miserably, bluntly put. I know I know that it's just a SAC and so on, that I should strive to do better but it was just so STUPID how stubborn I could get. I didn't just fail, I failed 'with flying colours'. believe it or not, I used to do pretty well during methods. This SAC was a bombshell. What with my family on the brink of insanity, it's getting a bit too much to bear. I knew I wasn't myself that day when I completed the paper but I still did it. Good heavens. May the lords come and provide me with gasoline and a match so I could burn my paper as well as my textbook...oh and my stupid $200 calculator as well. If only, hey?

Well, it got a bit better in a sense. For those who don't know, I'm a volunteer at a hospital. Recently, I've been appointed as youth ambassador. Don't get fooled by the name though because in my opinion it's not much. I just go around to other 'young adults' and convince them to volunteer. Well, I did one of the interviews and photoshoots for one of the papers today and to be honest, it lifted my spirits up a bit. They placed me with one of the patients and asked me to converse with him. Of course I would! How awkward would it be to just look at a person as if you're pretending to talk to them. Anyway, the guy I was with was awesome. He had a huge metal brace on his leg from riding his bike with a couple of his mates high up a dirt hill. Things got pear shaped and he ended up with his leg bent at a 45 degree angle, broken in two places. He was telling me how his mate filmed the whole thing as well, including when the ambulance took him away on a stretcher. The amazing thing was that he said he felt no pain. Haha! Well, that's a guy I could confidently say is 'living the life'.

Now I should get back to my literature SAC. I've been trying to avoid it by writing up this post but I know I should get back to it. So off I go:)

Until next time.
xx

Crimson

So here's how it goes. I was feeling queasy from watching 'Man vs. Wild' when my family and I hear a car screeching somewhere close to our street. It's not uncommon though, I mean, there are quite a few idiots living near where I reside. What wasn't common was the loud BOOM we heard shortly afterwards. My dad went outside to inspect to find that the mailboxes at the front [which are made out of brick] have been demolished. Just a quick explanation, I currently reside in a unit along with five other units, so it wasn't my mailbox that got killed. Anyway, being the father my dad is, he instructed me to call the police. So I called triple zero and told them the details, like license plate number, type of car, so on. They got my details down and that was it for that moment. About an hour later, they called again and confirmed some more details and informed me that they were trying to contact the driver and trying to find the car. What annoyed me was that during the phone call my dad kept blabbering away useless information that I already knew.
He was saying things like 'MAKE SURE YOU TELL THEM IT WAS WHITE. DID YOU TELL THEM IT WAS WHITE?? IT WAS A WHITE CAR. I REMEMBER IT. IT WAS A CAR THAT WAS WHITE.'

JEEZ alright alright, I get the message. It was white. But he kept going, so I told him to stop talking so loudly in my other ear because I can't hear what the police is telling me. Then would you bloody believe it. He gets extremely angry that I've told him to stop talking then starts ranting on and on about how useless I was, how he's put a roof above my head and this is what he gets. How the gods were being cruel to him for giving him such a disobedient child. Jeez. Suck it up. Stop being so anal. Apologies for language by the way. I had to even apologies several times to the police officer because she seemed a bit annoyed that she had to keep repeating stuff since my dad was being so loud. Anyway, even now, I know he's angry at me. Whenever he sees me, or if I walk past, he says things on the line of 'Disobedient bitch' or 'What kind of respect is this?'.

I'm not going to even bother correcting his stupidity. At least I know I'm more mature than him. As for the driver who killed my neighbour's mailboxes, you're an idiot too.

Until then.
xx

Blue

Did I ever tell you my favourite colour is blue? Well, now you know:)

The excess intake of vitamin C has not been doing its job. There are a thousand tiny soldiers marching to their own beat in my head right now. Some little creature up to mischief has tinkered with the taps and a small stream is trickling down my nose. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum take turns getting stuck in my left and right nostrils, blocking out any form of oxygen. I'm too tired to tell them both that my nose is not the bunny hole they are seeking for. A carpenter has mistaken my throat for wood and sandpapers away at the delicate flesh. My tonsil seems to be gloating with new found joy over something. I have yet to discover what it is, for it has double in size and reddened up similar to Santa's cheeks on a jolly day. Tiny heavy sumo wrestlers enjoy the view on top of my eyelids, making them droop ever so heavily. They enjoy the thrill of being high in the air, especially when I blink. It's an adventure for them to endure. My heart has been under a toxic influence. Someone has introduced my heart to weed and the smoke causes my chest to wheeze and my body to react so slowly.

Quick, we need to call a Quit hotline; before my heart gets addicted. Damn weak immune system. I should hire a new immune system. The one I have now tends to slack off I noticed.

Until next time.
xx

Aqua

'...why, here in Verona, ladies of esteem are already made mothers. By my count, I was your mother much upon the years that you are now just a maiden.'

What a shame. I've finally finished the whole production. Last night was the final performance and it ran smoothly. My role as Lady Capulet will be no more. I would've liked another night, since it was so much fun. How we underestimate the bonds we make during events as such. I myself became extremely fond with many of the cast and I hope that I'll be able to keep in contact with them all after this. God, if only there was a way to describe the feeling of being up there, everything falling into place and bask in a moment of glory. Then again, I'm sometimes known to be a bit of a drama queen:P

One thing that did annoy me a bit yesterday were the hair and beauty girls who did my hair. All I asked for were a few loose curls at the bottom, but she ended up making me look like a poodle. She got carried away and she knew it. It took her a bloody whole hour to 'loosely curl' my hair. Why I didn't say anything? Let me show you through my point of view.

*Girl with straightener burning my hair*
Girl-Do you like it?
Me-*about to answer when she interrupts*
Girl-If you don't like it I CAN burn you >:|
Me-*whimpers* Err.. It looks good. I think it's enough
Girl-Nonsense. Stay still or I'll burn you.

-LATER- the girl's friend walks past
Girl to friend- So? What do you think about the hair?
Friend- The client looks upset
Girl- *holds straightener extremely close to my ear [it was open too D:]*
Girl- Are you upset?? *straightener gets closer to ear*
Me- No no, I'm just worried about time.
*straighter moves away, I breathe again*

So yeah, it was a bit intimidating. Especially since the girl was huge. But it was just for one night, so no biggie. I just have to repair my split ends now before a party tonight.

I'll leave a few pictures of the night of production. I won't say which person I am, and to make it even more annoying, the pictures I do post up will be blurry:D

All these seats were filled that night.

This is Romeo exiting the stage. He's an adorable boy:)

This was the final bow. Try finding me:). Hint : I am female:D

A few ending notes, thank you missresha for taking the photos:) and Happy Birthday dearest ladida.

Until then.
xx

Zorilla

How I love my guinea pigs. My dad taught them a really cool trick. What you do is carry the guinea pig in your hands, put it close to your cheek and say 'Kiss' and they'll turn and peck you on the cheek!

I have four guinea pigs. Their names are Cotton, Fluffy, Santa and Powder. I used to have a few more but we gave them away since my dad thought four guinea pigs is more than enough [on top of four budgies and one fish].

Why am I writing about my guinea pigs? Not sure really, maybe because when I woke up this morning and looked outside, all four of them were in a line staring at me. Awww they're so cute... but just a tad fat. Well, I took a few pictures of them a while back, I think I'll end this post-about-nothingness with a few pictures.
This was when a few were just born.


We started with this guinea pig named Cotton. He's a male, but we mistook him as a female at first.

I got to admit, they poo a lot.



Until next time.
xx

Yak

My aching feet! My eyes, so heavy with exhaustion. But damn, it was so worth it.

As mentioned in my previous blogs, I am part of the school production. Today was the opening night of 'Romeo and Juliet' with me being Lady Capulet. We performed two shows today, one for the grade 6 primary kids and another for a proper lots-of-randoms audience. Quite alot of drama happened today [apologies for the lame pun].

1. Before we were supposed to perform for the little primary school kids, one of the cast members felt a sharp pain in her chest. The poor girl sat holding her chest and crying out every few minutes or so. It was so heart wrenching to watch. All we could have done was to give her space to avoid suffocation. What was absolutely stupid was that we called the ambulance right away but they didn't arrive until a full hour was well and truley past. What kind of fucking health system does Australia provide anyway?! Within that time, so much could happen and who would we have to blame? I'm not sure how she was afterwards, but I heard that they did some blood tests and that she seems to be recovering. Had it been a serious matter, I reckon the rest of the cast and crew were ready to attack the paramedics the moment they stepped foot into the school. A school! How hard is it to find a school?!

2. 'The show must go on' as the cliche saying states. We went on with the performance for the primary school children and it was quite interesting. I never knew little kids could be so evil. Every time someone died, they would laugh. Laugh! Well, I laughed too. I couldn't help it. They were so cute. Since the dialogue was very Shakespearean I doubt they understood a single word any of us uttered, but I did tweak it a little. There was a scene where Juliet was lying dead and I, Lady Capulet, just found out. The friar steps on and is supposed to say something. Anyway, he forgot what he was supposed to say so silly ol' me said 'Oh look, she's dead.' Not sure why, but everyone started laughing. I think they were thinking on the lines of 'No shit Sherlock'. Even Juliet, who was supposed to be dead started laughing. Whoops

3. The night performance was great. We weren't expecting many, but it was close to a full house that night. I recognised a few teachers, which made me a bit nervous but I think I went well. Except for the part where Juliet was dead [again] and I stroked her cheek. She smiled for a bit but managed to calm down. Oh and also, Romeo's sword broke during the fight with Tybalt:D.

Rather than a tragedy play, it was quite humorous in a sense. Tomorrow I have one more performance to do, then no more. I think I'm getting sick as well. I hope I don't sound like a frog for tomorrow's production. I heard it's booked out. My, oh me, tis now night time. Thy eyes are tired. Thou must sleep...eth:D

Until then.
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