Whispers Within the Camphor Tree: October 2007

Wheeeeee...
Hola my dear human beanies!!

Me is back Back BACK!! The littleTreespirit has return!

Happy or not?
Miss me or my posts?
What's that i hear you say?

No? Not happy? No missy me?
Really?

*sobs*

HooOkay...
So what has this littleTreeSpirit been up to for the past two months?

*rummages through noodles a.k.a thebrain*
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*pulls out a kuey teow a.k.a degenerating memory*
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Let's decipher this mushy-looking kuey teow together!

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Ah! Was summoned to a meeting by the treeElders. The rainforest was in a state of disrepair. Someone had to be responsible for it. And who better than littleTreespirit to be called upon for questioning. What was supposed to be minutes of questioning, dragged into hours of fierce duelling. The prospects of littleTreespirit returning to a soft, warm comfy bed of leaves were bleak. After much discussion, the Eldest of the treeElders summed up the sense of the meeting......

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littleTreespirit was sent to the marshlands, where hungry crocodiles lurk, to undergo a month of skunk cabbage research and study. Poisonous toadstools grew along the edge of the swamp, looking juicy and moist with what little sun rays that shone upon it during the day. And at night, hundreds of hungry crocodile eyes glowed below the tree where littleTreespirit lay.....

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Everyday, littleTreespirit entertained the notion of surrendering to the hungry crocodiles or gobbling down a handful of poisonous toadstools. Afterall, it seemed to be the fastest way out of the terrible mess littleTreespirit got herself into. But, in an agony of hopeless grief, angels came. The angels brought words of encouragement. And because they never failed to turn up every single day, littleTreespirit never gave up hope in spite of the obstacles thrown at her.....

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On the day of evaluation, an unexpected number of angels turned up to show their unfailing support. Nevertheless, stashed deep deep down inside littleTreespirit, was the remnants of fear. A month's worth of research and study was presented to the treeElders in just a matter of hours. And then, it was over. What's been done, 'sbeen done. No more changes. littleTreespirit was left with only the expressions of the treeElders during the presentation, to decipher the outcome. After a long week of sleepless nights, news came. It was excellent news indeed......

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