Thursday, December 25, 2008
My Christmas Wish.
The only thing I wish for Christmas is for the lost to be found, the broken to be comforted, the hurting to have peace, the weak to be restored, and the depressed to find joy in their hearts.
My only wish is for this world to go without suffering even just for one day.
LOL, Sarah.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Never Enough.
I made out large gasps of horror from all around me, and a distinct stomp and a grunt of frustration that temporarily broke the horrifying noise that overwhelmed me with pressure and anxiety.
"You idiot," I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear. I knew this voice. This voice was yours.
I'm sorry that I'll never ever be good enough for you. That no matter how much I try, compared to you, I'm worthless. Thanks for boosting my self esteem up so much.
I still love you.
LOL, Sarah.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Dear Life, Love.
Please let me not meet my 'Edward Cullen' until I have met you. Prepare trials and hardships so that I may grow to take care of myself. Remind me that even without him, I would do just fine.
Dear Past,
Thank you for finally stepping in and facing me. Thank you for then stepping down, knowing that I have conquered you, and you can no longer hold me down.
Dear Present,
Push me further, and make me closer to the future. Prepare me for what's to come. It's time for me to step up, and you are my step up to the future. Because of you, may I excel in all areas, in faith, in life, in love.
And may I know Love more. Love that really is eternal, and never fades.
LOL, Sarah.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Never Will.
Deep behind those pools of chocolate brown rimmed with milky white, there's a promise that I hold dear to; a promise that I know will be fulfilled.
I have faith in you.
LOL, Sarah.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Love, actually.
After a peaceful minute of silence gazing at the stars together, I heard the grass shift and flick as you turned your head towards mine. In response, I turned to look at you also. You smiled lazily, and closed your eyes for a bit.
"Babe," you whispered, "why do you love me?" You opened your eyes, and focused on mine. Your eyes glimmered against the moon, but stared into mine, trying to see through what I thought were dull patches of brown inset my plain face. I furrowed my eyebrows in shock, but I already knew the answer.
"I love you, hun, because you're not me," I replied. "You're nothing like me. You're the opposite of me, yet you accept me for who I am, for my abnormalities, and you complete me".
"Ah," You breathed gently, closing your eyes, and turning back to the stars, which seemed to be taken for granted now that we'd stopped gazing at them. I continued to stare at you, waiting for your answer.
But you didn't answer. Your eyes kept shut, and you smiled, as if you'd felt my eyes piercing its way into your mind, searching for what you would say next. You still didn't speak, and I'd realised that you wouldn't unless I spoke first.
"Then..." My voice was slow and unsteady, trying to pick the right words to say. "Why then, do you love me?" I waited for you to turn your head again, so you could answer my question directly.
"Well..." Your voice was sweet in the midnight breeze, which quickly caught your voice and carried it along with the wind, sending me shivers down my spine. You propped yourself up onto your elbow, leaving my hand empty, and gazed into my eyes with a serious face, searching for a weak point. I flinched a small bit, but I kept a composed face as you appraised my expression.
"I love you, baby, because you are you. Because you aren't anybody else, and you don't try to be anyone else. You strive for a better you, but you don't change who you are when you fix yourself. That's why I love you." He continued to stare at my astonished expression, and suddenly burst into laughter, laying back down on the grass and redeeming the space in my hand with your own. You turned your hand and intertwined your fingers with mine, and you squeezed my hand for one second, then releasing your grip again, and resumed your original place of the back of your hand in the palm of mine.
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I had a lot of time to think.
Christmas in 12 days!
LOL, Sarah.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Urgh
"Sure"
*Helps*
"Aw gee thanks! You're the best!"
*Walks away happy*
And I never saw that person again.
Thanks, people who know how to be a friend without using them for your own benefit.
I'm too busy today to think, and maybe I hope it stays that way.
LOL, Sarah.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Confidence Future.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
One, Two, Eyes On You.
I hate how I'm just so clingy, and in such a constant need to have at least a little attention. If not, at least keep me busy, please. At least I know I'm doing something; I won't think so much then.
I thank God that He always removes troubles, burdens, and anything that hinders our focus when we are in His presence. And that feelings are temporary, and are easily eradicated from my mind.
What a moody day today.
LOL, Sarah.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Child's Play.
And there he was, his heart spilled out for everyone to see. He was so vulnerable, like a small child who cried in desperation for his father in the midst of a dense crowd pushing him to the floor, and almost trampling over him countless times.
Suddenly, he wasn't who I thought he was anymore. And it made me feel weak, and ashamed to even be so arrogant enough to think that I knew his circumstances. It turned out I knew nothing about him.
I felt my heart tug at my body to lean over him, just so much as to embrace him, and tell him that everything's okay. I wanted to comfort him in some way, and take his burden away from him. But it was impossible. I could only be lying if I'd even tried to promise that things would get better. In no way could I be able to comfort him of the future, when I was so unsure of the future myself.
But still, he smiled. He kept on smiling, and I knew, that there was a reason behind that smile. I was silly again to even think that I'd be able to comfort him, for who else but God could? I nodded my head in praise and thanksgiving.
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Paraphrased exerpt of a journal entry, 04/12/08, below.
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Maturity has revealed a child in me. A child with no worries, because all problems have the same Solution. I have learnt to be happy, and use what I have. I have been revealed the joy of having a Father, a best Friend, a Brother, and a Lover, and having everything I need. I have comfort in knowing that I have Someone who I can lean on and who can carry me when I am weak, yet that same Someone I know will push me when I get lazy and don't want to walk again. I am but a child, and that is what God made me; eager to learn, yet content and always counting blessings. Depending on the One source I know best, and pushing to make my Daddy proud.
And again, I rejoice in this wonderful new relationship I have in God, for Jesus Christ has made us friends of God. (Romans 5:11)
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LOL, Sarah.
PS. God, why do you let me develop ideas so late at night? I do need the sleep.. and I can't sleep with ideas in my head... ><".
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Merrily Christmas.
Inside, I laughed at his remark, though I could see where he was coming from. As I set the dishes on a table of hungry friends, I was off to yet another table, asking their preference of drink. But it felt good to be constantly working. I knew in my heart that the purpose of this night was to serve, and serve only. However, I could come up with a better reason to throw myself into smaller jobs, partially lightening the load of other's service needs. Being idle gave me time to think, and that was something that I really was not up for.
The constant chatter by peers overthrew me, distractions that would overwhelm me, and envelope my mind in some sort of distraught need to be in their position. Footfalls from behind me scared me, raising hope of someone I would actually want to see, someone who could take me and erase the lingering thoughts that constantly reminded me of my downfalls, compared to everyone else. I knew that keeping my mind on the job would allow me to have myself distracted, and purposefully swerved through cramped spaces to serve, clean; so that everything would be focused on the guest's satisfaction.
And I suppose it worked. The thoughts were unavoidable, but they did not expand, and they were not further analysed as I sung gospel whilst making my way through tables, chairs, and 5 second conversations that I'd wished could have lasted for ages had I not whisked away. At least it was never awkward with them. There would have been a lot of things that I'd regret, not talking more, as I slowly realised the amount that I'd missed them. But there were other times. And this was the one night that focused on the joy and contentment of all guess attending a God-glorified Christmas Dinner. Praise God for a successful and beautifully fun evening.
Furthermore, I thank God that He allowed me to constant working where I could have been crushed due to envy, pride, and selfishness. And that any sign of that, though led to stress, was overall extinguished as I sang praise.
Good God, good night.
LOL, Sarah.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Joyful, Joyful.
Exposed the feminine side of Sarah (I'm not a real boy anymore ;[ ). Dresses and heels? That's hot. Thank God I didn't fall over.
Prayed for protection whilst being alone walking back to Church from Footscray. Thank God for His constant hand upon me.
Preparations for a joyous Christmas dinner. Stuffing 10 people into a 4 seating table. Thank God we're Asianese (aside from a very special few ;]).
And the day was done.
LOL, Sarah.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
BFFLs.
You should change your battery or switch to outlet power immediately to keep from losing your work.
Who said I was doing work? GG'ed.
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"Bye," she waved towards me as she let him guide her through the forest of people in the shopping complex. I forced a slight smile as I waved back in disbelief. I stared after her until she was lost in the crowd; until I was engulfed in the midst of busy shoppers consisting of angry parents, crying children, and people concentrating so hard on their business I would have tried to hit them, just for fun. But I didn't even take notice of anything; that is, until a few nudges became heavy pushes and annoyed grumbles that finally knocked me out of my fazed stare into nowhere.
What of it now? You'd already gone. All logic and reason was abandoned as soon as you grabbed his hand and followed him to a world beyond what you believed in.
I walked away from our rendezvous point, ignoring the constant bickering in the midst of what must have been at least 100 people seeking to satisfy their hunger and quench their thirst from a busy day's shopping. I kept my head down and concentrated on my journey home, swiftly evading bustling bags and busy feet which threatened to flatten my own if I'd taken a wrong step. Anything would help, if only to keep my mind off the long gone memories of his non-existance.
Though perhaps I'm just too clingy to you, and that I can't accept that you had a life too.
LOL, Sarah.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Analyse it.
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"Oh! There's Bulla Road! But wait... we're meant to be in the city before we get to DFO... kay I'm going straight." My mum squinted at the large directional signs that were meant to aid in reaching our destination. That obviously failed, as we ended up swerving around villages that I never knew existed. Luckily, this time was better than the last, where mum had driven me to Melton and back. Great job, mum.
"This is wrong... where are we Sarah?" My mum was so confused when we'd ended up on some bridge on Bell Street. "Why don't you have any directional sense? Why can't you help me? I don't know where I am!"
"Not my fault, I don't know where I am either. And I don't know directions..." Mum was good at pinpointing my flaws and emphasising the need to improve them. She shot an apologetic glance my way, and patted my head. I turned away as a sign of resentment and distaste for her display of affection towards me, though secretly I was only hiding my laughter. I couldn't help but laugh when we went the wrong way.
Nevermind, we ended up at DFO. I sighed, and greased my mother off for a short second, before opening the door and getting out, making sure that I'd gotten completely out of the car before closing the door. Here's the catch. I didn't hear the door close, when I pushed it behind me. It was a strange thing, and I'd noticed that usually when you close a door, there's some sort of slamming noise that follows, even if it's a little delayed (which in my case, it was). As I contemplated why the door did not make any effort to create noise when I'd closed it, I turned around, thinking that maybe it was closed anyway.
Great work, Sarah, your height managed to get you a nice bump on your eyebrow due impact of the corner of the car door when you turned right into it.
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Alternative explanation.
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I got out of the car and closed the door, thinking that it was strange that the door didn't create a slamming noise when I did so. Fair enough that the corner of the open door precisely stabbed into my eyebrow just as I'd turned around to walk towards DFO.
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GG'ed much? Haha.
I'm sorry for the really bland blogs lately. I need to read more. Maybe that would help me keep my professionalist writing nature up. Any ideas?
LOL, Sarah.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Script.
Hi! Guys. My name's Sarah, but you can call me anytime. Kay don't, and that was a lame as joke that I'd just ripped off my friend. SO. I was watching CommunityChannel before and she was talking about how when we were young we used to do all these love-compatibility tests and stuff to see just how compatible we were with... anyone. I was like, 'Oh, yes, I remember!'. And now I've just remembered that some came up to the high 90's! ;) And yeah, but I don't remember who they were. Not that it matters anymore, it's just funny, you know, and like... yeah.
ANYWAY, so I decided to try it again. And I'm like let's see who- OH CRAP. Nah man, no ain't writing his name down. Noo way dude. But no wait, it'd be funny. And besides! It's just a joke, and something stupid (I have these really weird arguments in my head, I like, talk to myself when I think.. it's strange). But I concluded that it's just a joke, and it has NOTHING to do with anything, and it's also just... yeah whatever. Not serious. Not a coincidence, whatever the result either. Just, whatever, you know! And then so I wrote our names down... and realised that I'd forgotten how to do the 'lurve' calculatory thing. I just stared at our names for a while... thinking 'hm, maybe you count the numbers that the letters are valued at (as in A=1, B=2. etc) But I couldn't be bothered. It would take too long. And then I remembered... and I was like 'DUH MAN, just count the number of letters!'
And so I started off... and I added.. and GUESS WHAT?! Guess what it was! Omg man, seriously. *Whispers* 94%! NINETY FOUR PERCENT! That is soo lol. And I laughed to myself for a while. Then I'd realised that I really do need to throw this paper in the bin. It's a joke! A JOKE DAGNAMMIT. No coincidence. No. That's wrong.
But 94%! Bet you can't beat that, huh?! I bet you still don't know how to do it properly huh? So I win.. No I don't, that's so wrong.
Anyway, that's all that I wanted to say. It was just really funny. And sort of disturbing... But yes. ;)
This really should be like a video, not writing. Writing does not see the humour in this... and the expression that my thoughts concoct @_@.
That's all,
LOL, Sarah.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Contemplate life; love.
We'd reluctantly pulled ourselves into the car, and my brother insisted on driving, despite his lack of L plates. Upon doing so, he was lectured by a not completely sober father about the dangers of a learner driver on the streets, and how much trouble he'd get for not having his L's up. Dad tried to convince us that he was still in control, as he manoveured the car out of the driveway and into the dim-lit streets. On a number of times, dad leaned forward to catch a clear glimpse of what was ahead of him, and occasionally he didn't drive completely straight; however, we made it home safely.
It was cold, and dark, but I was comfortable. Despite a few unnatural swerves, I was given time to think over the radio music buzzing in the background. I could finally straighten out the thousands of unsettled thoughts in a period of about 10 minutes.
It was quiet, and I contemplated all that was life. Today had a slightly different mood as compared to previous days; it was less vibrant and exciting, and moreso calm, as if I'd lost the energy from a hyperactive week. Actually, I probably was worn out by the nature of this week after all. I continued to replay scenes, episodes of this week: exams, conversations, friends, problems. One was outstanding, though I refused to think more of it. It was an awkward conversation, and something that I'd definitely didn't see coming. I traced my thoughts around this topic, and concluded that I was very excited for the near future; the end of highschool is near, and I am now open to a huge change: gain and (God forbid) loss of friendships, university, and the world of dating. I still hold fast to my policy, and it still rings true that I am most definitely not ready for any kind of commited and intimate relationship whatsoever. I've concluded that eventually entering into that stage would be awesome and a significant other would be God-given, despite my harsh disagreements in present times. As the end nears, I must admit that I am looking forward to exploring new choices, new changes.
No, I refuse to loosen the hold that I have to my policy, and most likely will continue it on. However, I am excited in what God will bring me to next. I'm steadily focused on God, as He will bring me through tougher trials, harsher pains, all to develop my perseverance and stretch my maturity and faith for His glory. And for that, I'm thankful.
Thoughts continued to resound in my head like a loud debate for only myself to participate in. I was happy with the conclustion that my affirmative had come up with, though I'd had no time to hear out the negative as we pulled up in front of my house.
"Wasn't so bad, was it?" My dad laughed.
LOL, Sarah.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Absence of God.
"Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.
"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"
"Yes sir," the student says.
"So you believe in God?"
"Absolutely."
"Is God good?"
"Sure! God's good."
"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"
"Yes."
"Are you good or evil?"
"The Bible says I'm evil."
The professor grins knowingly."Aha! The Bible!"He considers for a moment."Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"
"Yes, sir, I would."
"So you're good...!"
"I wouldn't say that."
"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."
The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?" The student remains silent. "No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.
"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"
"Er...yes," the student says.
"Is Satan good?"
The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."
"Then where does Satan come from?"
The student says, "From...God."
"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"
"Yes, sir."
"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"
"Yes."
"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."
Without allowing the student to answer, the professor continues, "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"
The student says, "Yes."
"So who created them?" The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them? There is still no answer.
Suddenly, the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.
"Tell me," he continues on to another student. "Son, do you believe in Jesus Christ?"
The student's voice is confident, "Yes, professor, I do."
The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"
"No sir. I've never seen Him"
"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"
"No, sir, I have not."
"Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelled your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"
"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."
"Yet you still believe in him?"
"Yes."
"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"
"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."
"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."
The student stands quietly for a moment before asking a question of his own. "Professor, is there such a thing as heat?"
"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."
"And is there such a thing as cold?"
"Yes, son, there's cold, too."
"No, sir, there isn't."
The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested.
The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise, we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat, we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."
There's silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer. "What about darkness, professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?"
"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"
"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"
The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"
"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."
The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"
"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it."
"Now tell me, professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"
"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."
"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"
The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.
"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist but a preacher?"
The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.
"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean." The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?"
The class breaks out into laughter.
"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"
Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.
Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."
"Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues.
"Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"
Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."
To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."
The professor sat down.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
What's brown and sticky?
Friendships are like trees. There are rings of life; filled with memories that define what we are now. They grow layer upon layer as we bond over the years, distinguishing the hard times from the best. Sometimes there isn't a very stable branch in our friendships, but that's snapped off easily, and a stronger one replaces it. The blossoming of our friendships is so obvious as onlookers look by us, intrigued at such fruitfulness in our friendship tree. We've developed a steady foundation in good soil, and we continue to branch out, and we distinguish ourselves from other trees.
But I think there's just one thing that's stunting our growth; we're almost completely hollow. Other beings have interveined our friendships; distracting us from growing together. These beings make a living out of our friendships, and it feels as if we're being used. Or well, at least, one of us are. But I cannot grow without you. I need you to put in your side so that my side won't cause the tree to lean to one side. Eventually, it would fall down without your contribution. But don't worry. I'll only go as far as you'll go. I won't pursue growth if it's not your desire. Because I only want what's best for you.
An expression of my thoughts.
LOL, Sarah.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Possimistic.
Haha, it's funny how I type, because it's as if my fingers are the thinkers, and not my brain itself. Although, my brain is the one that controls my fingers, and not myself; thus I am voluntarily thinking about what I'm typing. But it's just so on the spot and like yeah, like I commonly say LOL a lot and stuff and like yeah. That was a hardcore spasm of the typical teen talk. Sorry about that.
Change. This whole year for me was a huge transition; getting into Senior School, doing subjects I actually enjoy, and maybe studying for some of them. WELL. Just recently, I've been inspired so much to involve myself in so many things. Not really. I was contemplating a lot in what I was given the opportunity to do in school, for example: public speaking, debating, performances, leadership applications and roles, etc. And yeah. I didn't actually do anything this year, but man oh man, I've been getting so many ideas for some reason. I have a profound quote that I could use when I apply for house leader next year (note that I used WHEN, so count on me to apply for the position ;), and I've already got a topic for public speaking, which I think will be quite interesting, because it's relevant to everyone. Now, I'm not going to tell you either of these things, because it ruins the surprise. I've only shared my quote that I'd made myself to 2 people, and I'm slightly regretting that already. I've told one of my friends the topic on what I wanted to speak about for public speaking, but who knows? It could change. I'm not telling anyone else though. I just hope it turns out funny, interesting, and intriguing. But yeah.
I should have said that I applied for something, and YA TA I GOT IT!
A lot of people say I have potential. And yeah, I do. I think everyone does. It's what you do with that potential that determines your stance.
And all this is why I love school. I love the opportunities that are given to us, and the benefits of developing skills for the future, which will come sooner than expected.
And you're probably wondering why I'm being so skeptical about school. I mean, it's the most dreaded part of life, because you always have to do work, and be forced into situations where you're under pressure and stress. I think that's true, and that part kind of sucks. But we have to be put under pressure, we have to persevere if we want the best of us squeezed out of us (thanks for the olive analogy on Sunday, Colin :). Also, did you realise... that this year is almost ended? I've now only got a bit over 2 years of school life left. And right now, I regret so much that I'd wasted the previous years of my life. That's why I made the choice to seize every opportunity, grasping every benefit with both hands and running with it towards the goal. It's a sprint, because it's so short; it's still beneficial, and it's my one last chance to be a nerd, a scene, an attention seeker, a teenager. It's my one last chance to make the most of my childhood before the task of adulthood.
Ever since this choice has been made, I've found all these ideas and inspirations. Praise God, eh, that He is so good that way. When we make the choice to be open to opportunity, God opens the doors to opportunity. Amen sistuh!
Anyway, it's actually really late, and I should really be sleeping. But I will be typing up the rest of my speech now.
Until next time,
LOL, Sarah.
(Something important that you should know. I'm placing it down here because I don't know where else to fit it in. I'm currently undergoing a speech writing phase, as you can obviously tell by my lack of descriptive, intricate episodes of blogs that I tend to overreact in, and a steady increase in blogs which seem like I am talking at you or to you... whatever. I don't know the difference... soo. You'll find that I'm actually writing to you, the reader, instead of expressing my thoughts through a medium of creative writing. So sorry, if you don't like it. I'm sure I'll get out of it soon enough. Meanwhile, I'll keep ya posted!)
Monday, November 17, 2008
Lala Love.
... Nah, that'd be too boring. I shuffled through other memories and past times, but nothing seemed outstanding enough to be able to expand, explain, and exaggerate.
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There's a change. Seize the opportunities, and make the most of now. Today will be yesterday as soon as tomorrow comes around the corner.
LOL, Sarah.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Picture Perfect.
If I didn't love Jesus, I'd be swearing my head off right now. I would have punched a dozen holes in the wall, broken a table, and thrown a chair across my room past the rainbow dividers to the desolate other half of my room. My eyes would have been blood red and too asian to even recognise that they were, my hair would be mangled as if there were a cat fight in the midst of it, and my eyeliner would have bled out from every known angle that man has discovered.
But there's an awkward silence right now. You don't know what to say to all this. Here I am, contemplating the difference of my life without My Love, and you read on, astonished, bemused, critical, and devious. (I used words beginning with the alphabet for emphasised effect). There's really nothing to say about it. 'You go, girl' is kind of off-putting, because it's obvious that I'd lost all sense of feminine aspect of myself in that spur of overloaded impulse. 'F-oath, you're emo' is not specific enough, let alone hypocritical. Who hasn't cried themselves to sleep before? In fact, I want to slap the next person who does, and tells me about it. Back to what I was saying.
Then again, I'd realised this: If I didn't have Jesus, none of this would have ever happened. My life would be completely different. I wouldn't think this way, talk that way, and act another way. I'd probably be a slut, but then I'd probably never even met half the guys I know now. I probably wouldn't give a damn about school, although regardless, I'd still do well (haha, hate me, suckers). I know one thing though- you'd expect filthy, dirty, words from the overflow of my heart through my voice with every second word I'd say. Why? It's an epic battle in my head to swallow the vomit from my heart so that I'd avoid making a mess of everything, and anyone around me (yay, an analogy; think about it).
So I'm pretty happy with that. I thank God that I am who I am, because it scares me so much when I'd imagine myself without Him.
And it's obvious where I could have let my spew out in this blog right here.
'All my friends turned away from me. Now, give me your damn attention, and help me pick up my broken life.' - It's hard not to take your friends for granted, when OBVIOUSLY, they're not listening to you, isn't it?
"You make me want you". Please darling, I love how dramatic you make my life feel now, but there's a point where it's getting really stupid. You're pretty far ahead of it now.
Over it, over you.
But then again, you're not really over it, are you; when you say you are? Because when you're over it, you're regarding 'it' as the thing you're over. Hence, you're still thinking about 'it'.
Sorry for the irregular blogs. I try to keep my life interesting, but sometimes, it doesn't want to.
LOL, Sarah.
There are no knobs on my guitar! Argh!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Ex-Best Friends.
But why is it there in the first place? Simple. Third wheel. The stupid nature of the third wheel. It almost doesn't have a purpose, aside from perhaps helping to guide the way for the other two that actually matched together.
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Somehow I'd found my way next to you. The night was dark, and suspended above us were bright lights to guide our way. Not that we needed it, of course, for there was such a large crowd going towards one direction: home. And we were part of that crowd. The quiet landscape glimmered of the river we walked beside, and bright city lights that would have taken my breath away had I seen it the first time. It was a beautiful evening; an evening spent with you, and I would have not traded it for the world. The one time ever with only you, and not our other 'best friend'. This was a night to remember, but little did I know that it would have the greatest impact on my life.
I scanned the city landscape as we chattered on. Our conversations were a constant bickering of jokes that you'd heard, and lighthearted laughter that rated the hilarity in those jokes. We'd conversed about our day, our passions, and our life. Everything that was on our hearts would spill out of our mouths, like a shaken bottle filled with 90 emotions and unheard thoughts. I'd felt so much closer to you, walking so closely beside you, shielded by your strong figure against the shadows that passed by us. We continued along the sandy shores of the riverbanks, shuffling our steps in the sand, until we encountered a bridge, large and wooden and sturdy, enough to hold hundreds of people at a time.
I smiled at you as the lights above us shone upon you, revealing a shimmer in your eyes, and some sort of quirkyness from the corners of your mouth as you spoke, laughed, and smiled with me. I so desired to be closer to you, to hug your arm, but I quickly retracted myself as our grainy footfalls suddenly became solid and hollow as we found ourselves at the entrance to the bridge. I turned forward, and leapt up to the side, where a small wall shielded us from falling into the dark gloom beneath the bridge. I used your shoulder to help myself balance upon the beams, and then pretended to be a tightrope walker who was suspended on the thinnest of ropes that reached the heights of the Rialto Tower. You laughed at me as I stumbled and tripped over my feet, hovering close beside me, supporting me like a sturdy crutch whenever I lost sense of direction when I attempted the difficult task of looking sideways towards you and continuing forward. I'd almost fallen on you, when you grasped my hand to steady my balance. Upon throwing you a thankful glance, I saw how suddenly fragile you looked under a different shade of light; where your eyes ceased to glimmer for me, and your grin was reduced to a faint curve. I was completely overthrown by your sudden change that I almost fell over, soon after giving up on the walking beam afterwards, just as we reached the end of the bridge. Balance didn't matter anymore; I needed to concentrate on you now.
We landed on a conrete path shortly after stepping off the bridge, and our surroundings suddenly darkened. The trees beside the path swayed over us like lingering shadows threatening to engulf us in darkness. It was here that you'd shown me how you really felt. I searched your face for an answer to your fallen face, but I found none. Instead, I found the overflow of your heart spill out of your mouth; words that were so stupifyingly wrong and so illegal that I was blown away. I knew in my heart that you were foolish to even think of those things about our 'best friend', but I was so insecure about our friendship; anything that you'd said, I wanted to agree, so careful not to hurt, upset, or humiliate you. You stared at me expectantly, and I'd eventually realised that you were seeking a response. I forced a hesitant 'mhm', and we continued to walk in silence. My heart burned for understanding, and so desired to ask you why...
But I'd change the subject.
Little did I know that one simple train of thought, followed by the exposition of truth could affect our friendship forever. Who knew that the slip of words could change the level of trust in the rest of my relationships for the remainder of my life? You didn't know better than to trust me, and I was so young, foolish, and desperate to be approved by my two best friends that I held so dearly in my heart. Both of you defined the meaning of best friends, and I ruined it for you, though I cheered on the sidelines so desperately hoping you'd see me. But who could change the actions of a child who knew nothing better than to agree, and then break that level of trust by sharing one simple piece of information that changed me forever?
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Funny, I hate reminisce. Study and sleep have given me little time to think. That's my excuse for producing fairly downgraded blogs.
LOL, Sarah.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Hero Heroine.
(This is really the first time I'm actually writing for an audience as if I'm speaking to them... well first one in a while, since I've only really been posting blogs about me venting. Anyway, enjoy :D. (You better not have read this if you get distracted easily... haha!))
I'm sure everyone has heroes/heroines, inspirations, aspirations, role models or admirations, whether it be your best friend, leader, celebrity, parents, or even your pet. Heck, I'll even give you your favourite TV show. But I'm sure you get my drift, that everyone has someone or something that they look up to. But why? I'll tell you why.
When you ask someone who they look to and why, they usually first tell you who they look up to. That's plain and simple. Now, many times, I've seen, heard, read and watched people tell about their heroes/heroines. The reasons as to why their role model is their role model are usually given about how amazing they are, how they've impacted the admirer's life, how utterly perfect they are, and the skill in their talent or their beauty and grace in the choices they make.
Why am I talking about this? Quite frankly, I actually have no idea. But I suppose I do have a simple point to point out (pardon the pun). I myself have a few inspirations of my own. They range from my friends to my family, and maybe one or two celebrities. Now I also must say that these people inspire me so much because of the choices they make, their talent and skill, and their passion for what they do. They are all simply amazing people, and I would not ever trade them for the world, and neither would I allow myself to be swayed by what other people say, do or think about these people.
However, I do find one simple problem in this. I'm not sure about other people, but I find myself almost mimicking those who I look up to (hence, the picture, where the monkey mimics the human, or the other way... something like that). Since I'm readily talking about the picture, I would like to elaborate on my choice of image (I never use pictures, do I? Ha). Now in this situation, you can see the clear difference between the two figures. One's a monkey, the other is a human. Simple enough, isn't it? Yet they are both doing exactly the same thing, which is from what I see hooting or calling or kissing the air... you get where I'm coming from (post comments about what they look like they're doing, yeah?) Moving right along, I believe that in many ways, we are the same as, shall we say, the monkey, who is trying to be like the human (vice-versa, you have it how you want). This picture tells me a lot about how we are with our role models. No, actually, I think this moreso relates to me. This paragraph is getting too big (I'm tired, bare with me (LOL, my paragraphs slowly get bigger... sorry)).
What do you think is a more appropriate description for your feelings towards wanting to be like your role model? Cute? Creepy? Admirable? Cheap? I think it's cute. Why? Because I find that with my role models (I don't know if it's just me or not, but anywho), I mimic small habits originally taken up by my role model. For example, 2 years ago, my youth group met up with another youth group, BASIC, who were a majority of Philipino youths. Since then, I've adapted to calling the older guys kuya, and saying 'ay nako' as a replacement for the typical Vietnamese 'aiyah!' (how fob, haha.... I miss them). Cute, isn't it?
I suppose so, but sometimes I think it gets kinda creepy. Still, I don't know why I do it... maybe it's because I want to be just like them, yet I don't want them to know... OR maybe I just like what they do sometimes, and I adapt it into my own behaviour so I could be constantly reminded of them (this is slowly getting creepier by the second). See what I mean? It's kinda making me feel like I'm an obsessed, needy little girl who can't let go of her ultimate inspirations and seriously needs to learn how to be unique. But yeah, I'm sorry if I seem to be mimicking you, but after reading this, you'd probably feel a bit better, knowing that you're probably one of my role models...
NOT! (Haha, I made the not joke) Jokes, haha, but seriously. o_o.
Anyway, on a more serious level. I've also come to realise (this is first hand experience)that my role models are the ones that I compare myself with the most. It sometimes inspires me, but at other times it simply makes me hate myself. It's a continuous challenge of 'how can I be better' or 'I should be like that, so why aren't I'. It's especially hard with role models that aren't even that much older than you; they could even possibly be younger.
This is coming to be quite confusing to me, because role models are examples who have done their best, to encourage others who are like minded in interests, hobbies and talents to strive for that standard or even better.
Okay, maybe this doesn't have a point after all. All that ranting was done for nothing. I hope you got something out of it, reader!
LOL, Sarah.
PS, If I'm staring at you, I'm most likely simply intrigued by you.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Good friend.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I grasped for the handle, and forcing the door open, swinging it to the side. It hit the wall beside it with a loud smack. The door would have almost swung back if I hadn't almost punched it back against the wall again. My body shook momentarily in reaction the second bang, but I quickly took control of myself, squaring my shoulders and stepping through the doorframe. However, I could not manage to pull the rest of myself through. I was frozen midstep, fist on the door, facing away from him, for fear of needlessly hurting him more.
There was a dreadfully long silence between the two of us.
"I'm sorry..." A fragile voice floated towards me, followed by a step and a creak from the hollow floorboards. I did not move; my muscles tensed, and suddenly I feared cramping and collapsing. But I disregarded that thought as I concentrated on my situation. It wasn't him that needed to say sorry, for there was nothing that was his fault. Nevertheless, he somehow managed to expose the tension and anger from within me. He was the cause of my frustration. So many thoughts ran through my mind as I debated against myself, defending him, blaming myself, and prolonging the eery silence. Suddenly I couldn't hold it in any longer.
I furrowed my eyebrows in an attempt to refuse tears from fleeing my eyes, instead choking as I suddenly gasped for air. I'd forgotten to breathe.
Another step closer was taken by him. My heart almost ceased, and I froze again, but only for a second so I could cntrol myself. A single tear escaped as I tried to compose my face, and I hesitantly turned back towards my best friend.
My eyes widened as soon as I met his gaze. His face was streaked with tears, so broken and hurt. His shoulders were slumped, as if he'd given up, and his eyes stared into mine desperately for forgiveness... and help. His expression confused me. There was nothing for him to be sorry about. But soon I realised that he was sorry for something else, and I bit my lip so hard that it almost broke under the pressure.
I stifled a sob, and managed to word out a simple sentence.
"It was never your fault, I just haven't been a good friend". I stared pleadingly into his eyes for forgiveness, before collapsing under the door frame, crying my heart out into my hands.
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I just realised, that a lot of my stories have no thoughts. This took ages to write.
Enjoy,
LOL, Sarah.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Shalala.
You gotta know it to believe in it; you gotta believe in it to declare it; you gotta be certain to be faithful.
:)
It was cowardness that made me push you away. I was so afraid because you were so much better than me.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
You am I.
Obviously we've come to some misunderstanding with each other. I thought we wanted the same thing. Igave up our time, and put in commitment and perseverance, but it didn't seem to work out. In fact, when I tried to do my best, you wrecked it by doing your worst. Mistake after mistake, and the more you make, the more I stuff up as well. But why? Why would you do that? We're exactly the same, yet completely different. I hate you. Your thoughts run parallel with mine, because they're the same. Yet, you manage to somehow change our flow, and send it crashing down.
You're ruining my life.
I thought I knew you, but I don't understand you at all. Ironic, because I know your every move, every single reaction, every thought. I know every bit of you. And I hate it. But I can't change it; you're not helping either.
I suppose I have to deal with it. I have my whole life with you to work it out. It would be grand if you made it easier for me.
From me.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Short Blog.
If everyone would do what they could do, then a lot more would get done.
LOL, Sarah.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Conversation.
A chuckling friend from a slight distance away comes towards you, and you shoot a glance his way.
"Dude, that was pretty epic!" He complimented sincerely, not taking notice of your sudden frustration that quickly overwhelmed you, rejecting the joy you experienced only a second ago.
A shaking fizzy bottle within you was going to explode. You could not stand it when others used your words, and this one person, who happened to use it the moment you had just gotten over it, knocked your focus completely. Enraged, you respond, "Nah, more like an epic fail." And you walk off.
Don't for a second that you are suddenly better than him; that you are more original, and that he is conformist just because he decided to mimic you. What is a friend that lacks understanding, and knows only judgement?
LOL, Sarah.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Figure you, me.
I wonder what you might get out of this short passage.
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You do not know who I am, even though you see me everyday. You are always around me, constantly lingering by me, yet you still do not know what I think, see, hear, touch, taste or smell. You hear my every word, but you do not understand. You answer my questions, but you do not take notice of my reactions. You seem blissfully ignorant to me.
But I know you. I ask you inquisitive questions, making sure I am able to extract all information relevant to me. I take note of every elongated syllable, and how you enunciate your words. I watch you, and I see your reactions. I know how you think. After all, you speak your mind, don't you? But you know when to keep quiet, and that's when there's too much on your mind. You hold your tongue in fear that something might spill out. Your insecurity leaves you unable to trust yourself with your thoughts; you eventually will tell me anyway. And I hear, and I listen. I continue to watch you, for 90% of your communication your use of body language.
You gossip and complain, and you share exciting exerpts of scenes from your life. You reminisce, but not for long. You don't want the past to weigh down on you. You jump up and dance around, you act out your favourite episodes and quote your favourite lines. You gaze at your audience expectantly, and this is where I step in.
I mimic your moves; enough to keep you entertained and joyous. I withdraw myself to allow you your desired attention. I devote myself to see you smile, laugh, and have fun. However, I know when you need a break. I delicately take you away from the centre, for you to have your own time. I watch over you, but I dare not speak more than you. I know how far I can go with you, because I've been too far before. You ask for advice; I give you truth, but only as far as you need it be. You continue to talk, moan, worry, and I continue to listen, support, care. Why? Because I love you. I know all about you, and I know what you need, want, and desire deeply. I encounter you everyday.
And perhaps ignorance is bliss, because you needn't understand me to be happy.
I ask for nothing more but for happiness and joy to spread across your face and resonate throughout your body. This is what matters most to me, and that I be the one who helps you achieve this.
And this is also the reason to who I am. I constantly linger with you, watching you, hovering behind or beside you, given what you feel. I stand very close to you, always hugging your arm, or holding your garments. Perhaps maybe I wonder when you would want to know me more, but I still hover behind you while you talk nineteen to the dozen about life's mishaps as well as its' fortunes. I smile behind you, in adoration and admiration of your splendour and joy.
You needn't know about me, because all I am aims to make you happy. I would like to be known, but only as your supporter. That's all I ask from you.
Maybe one day you'll get to know me. One day, when you do the same what I do to you. However, it may not be possible; chances are that it will be exponentially harder than what you expect. You will need to try different approaches; be delicate with me. After all, you don't know me. It will be out of your comfort zone to try to understand me, so I will refrain from making it harder; your comfort, after all, is in my best interest. I will help you know me better in all ways I can, but you will have to ask the questions. You need to know what you want to know.
So, I've figured you out. Maybe someday, you'll learn to figure me. But in the meantime, I'm still lingering, clinging, waiting on your joy.
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LOL, Sarah.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Thinking Grace.
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God's presence seems no different than his absence... But he knows where we're going.
If we never went through frustrations and failure, would we be exposed and desire his amazing grace?
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She hugged her knees closer to her chest and craned her neck over her arms. She closed her eyes tightly, exhaled, and smiled. It was cold; still. She breathed slowly and steadily, calming herself as she focused. Her position did not help her body thaw as she sat, frozen in the midnight hour. But she was warm, comforted by the thoughts that ran through her mind. She rejected all her senses, all emotion; everything around her spoke loneliness, fear, insecurity; an attempt to consume her completely. If nothing else would help, she declared to herself, it is by this that I will be at peace, knowing that You are always there, and you are not fazed by where I am. Her eyes squeezed shut tighter; she pressed herself closer, and spoke grace.
LOL, Sarah.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Rant.
Sensitivity.
"I'm a sensitive person, I get hurt easily. I am very emotional, but that's all in my nature, I can't help it". Now I would simply like to comment that, no, it's not actually in your nature; rather, it's your way of getting attention.
Quoting from STEP UP 2 (I still love that movie) "It's not about what you got, but what you make of what you got" - (I don't remember the character's name... lol...).
What I take out of this is that there will always be times that people will insult you, backstab you, gossip, get angry with you, be upset by you, etc. This will never change. Ever. You will always have haters. Muahaha. Anyway, instead, it's your reactions that are the consequences of actions taken against you.
Yeah, this blog could have been a lot worse, but I'm having trouble thinking of what to say. Just wanted to say that you choose how you take things. You choose how you respond, and you choose your consequences. I don't understand how people complain and be upset all the time and saying they get hurt easily. No one is weak. Most people don't realise that. Some do, yet still act weak so that they could feel the support of their companions and friends. Even fewer take it upon themselves to be strong, because they know they are.
I don't even think half of this made sense. Oh well.
I had something else bugging me, but I don't know how to write it out. Something about ex-best friends being boys. Meh, it's easier to talk it all out nowadays (I've talked 10 times more than recent times).
I need a happier blog.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Spider's web.
The amount of friendships gained; others lost. Or hanging by, what, a single strand of a spider's web? It used to be stronger than that, I knew so.
Hidden friendships resurfaced, others submerged.
I'm not a shallow person, you just ask the wrong questions.
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Think about a spider's web for a bit, and you'll understand.
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I was meant to explain the reason I have for typing so... formal. It's because I'm used to it, but it's actually not for my benefit. I recently read one of my friend's blogs, who mentioned that his blogs were all about the small i's, meaning that it wasn't all about him all the time. I was tempted to use the same template, but I decided that having it looking all proper and stuff.... it's just easier to read ay. Although I know at one point there were so many "I"'s clustered up together I really thought I should stop talking about myself.
But yeah, I'm thinking about you guys, because I know it's a lot easier to interpret full writing such as this, rather than something like "omgz lyk i sw dis guy @ work 2dai, so0 hawt; lyk, so wntd 2 tlk 2 him".
WELL I'm sure people can understand that. But I can't.... so nyeh. It's for my benefit too, haha. Good english. :)
LOL, Sarah.
Sleepless Night.
I sat so still, so emotionless; besides my eyes, which welled up with dirty tears. I felt so empty of liquid, so dry; it was as if someone had sucked all the water out of my body, taking care to make sure there was no way I could regain it.
I drank glass after glass of water, and lay back in bed. But sleep would still not come. I was awake for so long, and my body began to reject the water that I had only just consumed. Heat surged through my body; any single movement caused my body to begin sweating. I was uncomfortable where I lay, but I would not move. I was almost frozen with fear. My body's temperature continued to rise, as tears flowed down awkwardly by the side of my face.
I could barely manage to whisper, "God, I'm scared, God, give me peace, God, give me sleep, God what is wrong with me," all under one breath; I whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut, in hope to rid myself of my consciousness.
The alarm went off three times, and the light was switched on. I lay in the same position, but managed to cover my face with the untidy pile of blankets that I usually slept with. My body temperature was not cooling down at all, and I dreamt; I wished that someone would come into my room. I wished so much, I almost cried for someone to brush their cool fingers across my forehead and down my cheek, their croaky voice managing to make out some form of "It's going to be okay".
Thoughts ran through my head. Thoughts of not understanding, thoughts of restlessness, thoughts of being attacked. I hugged myself tighter, and my breaths were unnaturally shortened; I could almost not feel myself breathing anymore. Upon breaking a sweat, I pushed the blankets of my face. My head was throbbing. I stifled a sniff when the light was switched off again, and the front door swung open and closed.
My temperature was still warmer than usual, but sleep was finally coming to me. But now I needed to stay awake, or evidence of my sleepless night would be too obvious.
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I could only so much as rest as soon as I first got into bed at about 12; and it's not until about now where I might actually be able to sleep.
I'm still scared, and my body's temperature is still quite high, but at least I'll manage to get about 2 hours of sleep.
"Thank you God for Your peace".
Sarah.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Vulnerability.
Outside, a ferocious downpour battered on the roof of the small room, accompanied by several loud claps of thunder, almost bursting her eardrums. She clasped her hands tightly over her ears; she almost began hyperventilating. Her head throbbed with pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her face frozen in a complete state of agony. She whimpered, squeezing her fragile body into a tight ball, as she heard the sloshing of footsteps nearing her.
The foreboding footsteps stopped right in front of her, and she curled herself up even tighter, fear shaking every bone in her body. The figure knelt beside her, leaning over the fragile body. Warm, soft hands were placed gently over her clammy, wet hands. Fingers delicately intertwined through her bony, white hands and into her disheveled hair. She flinched, and yelped as she buried her face further into her knees, forcing red marks into her temples. The hands applied no pressure to her head; instead, carefully unclasped her hands from her ears. As they did so, the girl cried, pulling away her hands from the strangers'. Their hands were ever so gentle on hers, but still firm, not letting her go. The stranger continued to pull her hands away, until they were enveloped in the strangers' hands in front of her. Her eyes remained squeezed shut, but she lifted her head slightly, ceasing to struggle to regain control of her shaky hands. For soon, her hands no longer were cold; the warmth of the strangers' hands replaced the damp air.
She tensed up again, although no longer shaking, as the stranger removed his grip of her hand, and cupped her cheek instead. She tried to pull away, but the warmth of his hand against her cheek was irresistable, and she pressed her face into his hand. The stranger chuckled, brushing a careful thumb over her quivering lips. The girl shortened her breaths in panic; but relaxed again as another hand was placed behind her neck, under the dripping tangles of her hair.
Slowly, gently, her head was lifted up. The girl would not fight it, but her eyes remained shut tightly, her eyebrows furrowed, crinkling the bridge of her nose.
"Hush, everything is okay now. You're safe. I'm here," a beautiful voice breathed into her ear. She could not recognise the voice, but the serenity of his voice dared here to squint open her eyes. She could only make out a black silhouette, surrounded by rundown walls and a furious blue-black looming behind the door frame. She closed her eyes again, whimpering and afraid.
"Shh, it's okay. Try again." He urged her to continue. She shook slightly, but opened her eyes again. This time she was able to make out the features of the stranger's face. The corner of his lips turned up slightly into a shy smile; a raindrop threatened to drip off at the end of his nose. His eyes were slightly covered by matted, dripping wet hair, pointing in all directions. A soft brown gazed into her teary, dark chocolate eyes.
She blinked twice, and finally recognised who it was. Impulsively, she immediately threw herself at him, burying her face in his chest, sobbing fiercely as she clenched her hands tightly into his shirt, squeezing him closer to her shaking body.
"Hush," he murmured simply, as he wrapped his arms around her, and rested his head on hers. He moved closer to her, maneuvering her body so to cradle her in his arms. She did not let go of him as he lifted her, for she knew she was now safe, and complete.
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SO random. But I pictured it all in my head... and I realise that it really does look better in my head. Ohwell. I hope you enjoyed!
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How can we complain that someone knows too much about us when all we talk about is ourselves? My friend said that I knew too much about him, and that he knew nothing about me. Ha. doesn't really matter; he always forgets what people tell him anyway, so there's not really any point to it.
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I have three questions: why did he write it; why at the end of the year; and is it true? And that is all.
LOL, Sarah.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Paper Heart.
I stopped in the midst of my tracks, eyeing the heart that lay on the ground so conspicuously. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I took out my phone to take a photo. It came out nicely, and I continued into IGA.
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As I returned, I searched for the paper heart, but it was nowhere to be found. It was as if it vanished; like my heart was stolen by a stranger.
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Bahaha. When I first said something like that to Kathy, I was all like, "OH SNAP, SO BLOGGING THAT!", but it doesn't sound so good. Oh well, I will get the picture as soon as Kathy gives it to me.
LOL, Sarah.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Delicate Mishaps.
The annual evening dedicated to soully recognizing our teachers and students' academic excellence across the school, talented musical performances, reminisce of the year, and the evening which the year 12's have their last official recognition as they walked the stage down the aisles. This evening was majorly overrated.
But not for me this year. I was to be on stage four times for this Presentation Night for various things, all of which I was required to stay still until it was necessary to move. And that simple instruction was way too hard for me to keep. Up on stage, I could not stop fidgeting. Here's kind of what I did during the night:
Guitar Ensemble: Knights of Cydonia - Muse.
I walked on stage towards where I sat. I struggled to get my lead in, so I had to walk around my seat, then through the gap between the seat next to me as well as mine. Oh, by the way, I was right in front. On the right corner. Of which our rows were facing the left from the right corner of the stage (That means I was in front, and like, at the edge of the stage... LOL).
And I swear, I stuffed up the verse so badly, I could shoot myself in the head because of it. But hey, it's not worth me dying over. I'm over it, haha.
Academic Award.
Yeah, I started cramping a few minutes before I went up. Why? I don't know. So I went up, and I swear I had to think so hard to do this: Sarah, you gotta go up when they call your name, but AFTER Rebecca shakes Ece's hand. And guess what, I was successful! YA TA! But Rebecca kept whispering for me to stand completely still and shut up. It wasn't fun, standing up there for 1 minute. I can't stay still. :(
Choir: Sing Joy + College Hymn.
LOL, this part was so funny. I could not stop fidgeting, and Caitlin could not stop telling me to stop moving, and she kept telling me to be quiet and be compltely still. I made her so mad. But it was fun. I needed to tie my shoelace though, and I decided that it wouldn't be the best idea that I duck down like people usually do to tie their shoelace; instead I lifted my leg up, and I began tying my shoelace, head down, back bent. Caitlin harshly whispered to me so many times to stand up straight warning me that people could see, despite the dim lights. I replied with a, "I'm almost done!". She also glared at me when I reached behind her back to prod Kathy a bit. That was all funny.
Oh and in the College Hymn, there was this really big and loud and low drum, that sent me in a wave of giggles while singing. Caitlin rolled her eyes at me, chuckling along as we sung. We were happy people. :)
Choir: The Blessing Song.
I tripped down the stairs as we walked down towards the stage from the upper balcony. LUCKILY, it was only 3 steps, and the lights were dimmed, but I scratched myself. And I was sure people saw here and there. I harmonized the song :). Why? Coz that's how I roll. Oh yeah. Anyway, At the end of the song, someone like, laughed really really loudly, and sent scattered laughing from all over the building. Yeah... random.
I forgot to mention that there were approximately 1200 students present during the night, as well as parents. So yeah. But it was a good night. I had a lot of fun.
By the way, I actually deleted "Handwritten", for two reasons. 1, because it's mean to him, and 2, my mum said so :D.
Word of the day: Elongate. Bahaha.
And my scar is just a scar now, and it's gone slightly smaller. It's still very seeable though. I look tank with it. Whoo!
Anyway, time to sleep, I'm wrecked from doing no school work at all!
LOL, Sarah.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Rev it up!
It's probably the most exciting thing happening now. Haha. But yeah, It's kinda like, 1:33 right now... so it's pretty late. I think I should sleep soon. Yeah, soon. I'm also sleep-deprived, so sorry if I'm a bit jumpy (I was a bit jumpy when I wrote a message to REVEREND Colin on his congratulations card... I was excited :D)
So now, I wonder what I shall write. I know, a self-reflection of what I think I am. It's horrid, I know, it's all about me me me me me me me. But I've been having a hard time thinking of something else to say; holidays were kinda boring, and not everthing has been going too well. Except that I actually finished my film analysis, and I'm kinda proud of it. Pretty good for last-minute work, I'd say. :)
Anyway, a few things I've worked out about myself recently:
~ I'm extremely self-conscious/constantly worried about being judged, stereotyped, etc.
~ I'm a night-dweller/I like to deprive myself of sleep; why? Because I like talking to Perth people.
~ I constantly compare myself to everyone around me; their talents, their maturity, and their faith.
~ I'm extremely talkative to people I don't think I've ever met before.
It's really bad. I mean the first 3. I suppose I need to remind myself, that none of that matters, but all that matters is that the name of the LORD be lifted high, high and mighty. And that I learn to love Him a little more each and everyday. :)
Bahaha, so I went out with a couple of friends from school on Friday; we'd organised to go to Bridge Road (I swear, they're trying to turn me into a girly-girl). But it was fun, and I got to buy my hat. So on the way, we were on a tram to Bridge Road, and Denise decided to sit down after some other guy had left to get off the train. She sat down next to a youngish male, probably early 20s? and she stayed there for the rest of the trip. Cool? Cool. I decided to squat on the tram, but then found it was a bad idea when I almost created a domino affect with all humans surrounding me. And everyone was laughing at me too. So I stood up.
Then we went WINDOW shopping. Why? We couldn't afford anything. Well, maybe some things... But basically only Denise and Bec bough dresses. And Jackie bought a necklace. And we all bought Maccas. And them being girly-girls, we only really looked at dresses. Ew. Interesting, but ew. Haha :)
On the way back, we went on the tram. Took 15 minutes, but it still came to us. Then! That guy was there again! Behind Denise! He seemed to remember us too. He began listening into our conversations, and laughed when I almost leaped out of my skin when my phone vibrated, etc.
And then he went off at the same time as us. O_O. I so wanted to talk to him aye, hahaha so random.
Anyway he went and we went home. etc. And stuff.
Yeah I'm gonna sleep now.
Night :D
AND CONGRATS REVEREND COLIN!
LOL, Sarah.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
My Life Story... Well, bits of it.
Luckily, I wrote an extra little thing yesterday to fill the gap! YAY! (Yesterday I had the opposite to writer's block, so yeah :)
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There were so many voices. So many combinations of shouting, yelling, crying, murmuring, declaring, proclaiming, rejoicing; so much voice filled the place. Everyone was so in awe.
I fell down on my knees and wept.
How could I not worship You in this place, let alone in my daily life? How could I not, even when I am constantly in Your presence; I am in awe of You... How could I not?
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Mmm, my mind flashes back to a few months ago; you were still here, and I'd just gotten to know you better. We enjoyed each other's company, even though sometimes I struggled with what to say; thankfully it was never awkward between us. Such a nice evening it was, walking under the colourful city lights, rushing to meet a deadline after sneakily looking for some fun.
And now I have these small photos to remember our fun. Two larger ones, accompanied by four smaller ones, of which two were a copy of the larger ones. The backgrounds we chose varied from white, as well as my favourite colours, orange and green.
In the white one, I was cut off, with only my hat trying to flee from the capturing flash. I made you look like a loner, haha! The others were better; we were both cropped in nicely, showing off our ice-cream and such things. I made you promise not to ever show anyone else these embarrassing moments.
It was a good day, and a day I won't forget for a while. You're such a cool friend AND big brother, I await to see you again so we can be even more sneaky ;). And more ice-cream too...
Or I'll just head your direction for your specials. Either way, time spent with you isn't time wasted :P.
We're friends, of course. Thanks for staying in touch with me.
LOL, Sarah.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
An Offer; Self-Worth.
A thought occured to me as this song played. God offers me shelter, a place of warmth; He offers me food, satisfying me; He offers me a bed; to comfort me. God offers me a family, so close to unconditional love and care; He offers me friends, to support me; He offers me His Son, His sacrifice, He offers me Himself. In Himself, He offers love, care, faithfulness, joy, peace, gentleness, kindness, self-control. And He offers freedom.
And I can throw all this away, because this is all just an offer. But in the end, what else do I have?
"The one who calls you is faithful, and HE will do it". - 1 Thessalonians 5:24.
What can we give, but what He has given unto us?
I offer devotion.
*Starfield - Unashamed
*In Your Freedom - Hillsong
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"Ah, another poor, lost soul in seach for her self worth!" The host gazed at me, grinning as he boomed loudly across the stage. "Step right up here, just here, right here on this dot." He was surprisingly coordinated as he manoeveured me between the tables, guiding me to his desired destination. I was dumbfounded as he pushed me along; I could not work out my purpose for being here. Surely I knew where my self-worth was already. His beady eyes bore into mine as my tried to read them. I failed epically.
"There are so very many ways of developing your self-worth! In fact, so many, you'd be completely unique still, no matter what you choose! I'm your host for today, giving you options that will last you a lifetime! Or, alternatively, however long you want! That's how good this show is; we let you choose just how much you need or want, and BAM! You get it right away! Haha!"
I was still confused of whatever he was talking about, when he scooted over to a panel which held 4 boards that faced down. With a swish of his right hand the boards were flipped over.
"My dear, here are your 4 options of self-worth. I may be contradicting myself when I say that there are 4, but I'm not! For most certainly these are what match up to your current desire, mood, AND thoughts! With many careful calculations, these are what fits your criteria most to suit your very needs! Haha! How very smart, isn't it? Of course, there are alternative choices, if you would like more, haha!"
His grin was wide, as I stared at the 4 boards. They all seemed obsurd to me...
"I shall introduce you to your first option! POPULARITY!"
A sudden round of applause sounded from nowhere.
"This direction to self-worth is easy, and you can be yourself! All you need to do is be in with what's in, and completely disagree with what's not! You're gonna have to choose your friends though, because you'll be making a lot of enemies! But it's all worth it, because it's your self-worth that you're building up! Being popular meets your demands of security, dependence, and the feeling of love and adoration by all who are close by you! A very passionate option indeed! Haha, how exciting it is to be POPULAR! You can become just like me!"
His laugh began to irritate me by now, but his words struck deep into my heart. But he refused to give me time to work things out, interrupting my thoughts completely with my second option.
"And now for your next choice: LOVE!"
A chorus of "Oohs" came from some audience which I now realised was behind me.
"Ah, love, isn't it such a beautiful thing? Easily satisfying, for any who may feel a little bit left out!" He gave a wink to the invisible audience behind me. "Develop your self-worth with a partner and he will give you the LOVE you deserve! He will wipe away all loneliness, all insecurity, and all those little thoughts in your head that you just dreamed that was real! Haha! A loving partner is just what you need to satisfy your human desires! And your self-worth will never be so low again! It's getting hot and steamy in here now, isn't it! Haha!"
The crowd laughed with him, as I scrutinized the choices so far presented to me. There was most definately something strange here, but I could not pinpoint it, for my thoughts were abruptly deterred by his voice again.
"Here is a choice that will blow your mind! TALENT!"
The audience sighed at the word, but I'd had enough. My mind was blown already with the choices so far put in front of me; I could not handle anything else.
"Excuse me... excuse me? Sir? Mr. Host?" I croaked with my almost non-existant voice. He didn't seem to hear me, but I persisted anyway.
"These options are so tempting for me; they are almost irresistable, but I will have to refuse them all. For I have already have my self-worth. And I find that in God. Sure, I may be hindered, tempted, led astray, but my foundation in Him is strong, but His cross has placed in me my worth to Him, for He loves me."
And I walked away; all eyes were on me, and the host's mouth hung wide opened as he stared after me. I was torn, but I know I'd made the right choice.
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Finally a non-dream. I hope it's okay to read through, and I hope it makes you think. And yeah, same to the one before this.
LOL, Sarah.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Poetic Stranger.
Yeah.
Cool dogs, I haven't written in AGES. To be honest, I've seriously been out of ideas, and I've been overworking my mind, thinking about 1 thing... about 10 million times throughout one week. You'd think after thinking through something that many times, you'd work something out. Me? Nope. It's just a continual discussion that lingers on key points that don't lead anywhere; the debate is unwinnable.
SO, instead of any EXERPTS ehehehehehehehe cool word, because I can't really make up any, I'll tell you about... me. How I've been. Such and such. I'm sure people are wondering (makes me sound up myself and makes me look like I think everyone loves me... but that's not entirely true...) what I've been up to besides blogging, and why the long delays and such. WELL, I can't tell you everything, but I will tell you something.
Okay maybe not. Just that I've been deducing reasons to find the root of some sort of problem that I apparently have. I have a problem apparently. I don't know exactly what it is.. still. Anyway I just realised that I can't really talk anymore about that.
Our youth hosted a GARAGE SALE today! It was so cool, thank God the weather was beautiful (and mildly hot), and how successful it was! Yeah awesome stuff. I saw this tissue box holder right... It was Monokuro Boo. I was like. HOLY. GUACAMOLE. I WANT THAT. But I didn't end up buying because I was too cheap and I wanted Bubble Cup instead.
We have these American girls that came from America (oops), and they're here to stay. They've been here for a week now, and it's been so exciting getting to know them. However, I find it strange talking to them... Because I tend to talk a lot to them. And by saying a lot, I mean A LOT. I ask them heaps of questions, and relate to them with my own answers to my own questions etc. Make a conversation yeah? That's healthy. Yup. But the thing is, I'm really scared now, because I've become self-conscious, despite how easy-going I am with them. I'm kinda scared that they might think that I'm weird, but I suppose that it's a good thing that they still talk to me? So it means that we're okay yeah? I don't know! It's weird. I'm not usually so easy-going with other people, but these girls, mind you their names are Jadeline and Angeline are the nicest girls ever :).
I'm just so scared of being judged, stereotyped, and being seen as a failure or a disapointment, and that's the reason that I purposefully do not open up to people who inspire me. I hate that them knowing me gives them expectations of what I may or may not do, the reasons for my actions, my words, my moods, etc. It's just downright scary.
But these girls are nice. I feel myself around them, moreso than ever. Thank God that He's placed these girls in my life... it's kinda what I also needed; a boost (also part of a reason of the root of the problem? Not sure).
This is Angeline's pick up line that I made for her, it's the best!
Angeline: Hey (insert guy's name here), I'm Angeline, but YOU can call me Angel ;)!
HAHAHA It's the best isn't it?!
Anyway yeah, I find a lot of things amusing. Especially when I'm really deprived of sleep (due to sleep-overs ONLY). Like I had 3 hours sleep last night, and man, I was soo hyped up today for the Garage sale. It was fun. But whenever someone wakes me up when I really need sleep, and makes me uncomfortable, I get angry, and go sleep somewhere else... or I just get angry. So don't wake me up when I'm obviously dead-tired.
I'm fine now though :D I had sleep at Katie's. :0 They left me all alone in their house... HAHA my cousins went to like a birthday thing, aunt/uncs went to some meeting at church. So I was at THEIR house all alone... and I fell asleep. My mum woke me up by calling me. And then I played WII.
Yehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Anyway yeah I had my deep momenty somewhere in this blog. Good enough.
LOL, Sarah.
I'll pose up my Haiku sometime too ay.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Queen Jealousy.
(Reference to Jimi Hendrix, woo!)
Yeah it was just my mind arguing with itself as to whether I'm a jealous person. And I am. I decide to not do anything in reaction to envy, because it will make things worse. Oh noes! Yeah I'm really tired today. Just came home from uh Phil's 18th. It was quite funny. Why? Because Viet ate a whole bowl (those ones you put like sauce in) of chili! YAY. And Phil drank a glass of 75% alcohol. And that's all I remember.
My memory is terrible... if someone asks "what did you do today?" I'd have to think for a while, and then say "I don't know" simply because I don't remember. For example, James was telling me about how convenient it was that it was Phil's 18th party today. And I asked why, forgetting that he'd already told me why. It was when he said that he went to a lecture that I finally remembered what he'd said at the party. Maybe I was more tipsy than Phil today... HAHA it was so random, he was jumping up and down so randomly, and hugging people and dancing and shuffling and ahh good times.
HIS FRIEND WAS HUGE. Like I felt short enough standing next to uh Minh or Mark, but man, his friend was HUGE. I can't remember his name though. I don't know why. I remember the others... Bleh ohwell.
This blog is so not funny today. It's finally an account of my day. Ew, accounts are boring.
Anyway, time to rant (so not in the mood to, too tired).
It'd be way better to do this on youtube though, it's much easier to express myself with ranting through talking, but hey, you make do.
So there's this camp coming up, and I kind of want to go, although I have a feeling that I shouldn't go. Why? My parents are making me feel bad.
"You shouldn't go to something unless it's a conference" - Mum says that, because I had asked to go to Perth. And I was fine with that. So camp comes up, and I have high hopes of going.
"I don't want you going to anything that's not related to our church" - Dad says that, and I am heartbroken.
"However, I want you to be happy."
WHAT?! So they say that they don't want me to go, but they will let me go if I want to, because they want me to be happy. But I'm obligated to make them happy, even though whether I stay home or go to the camp, they won't be happy anyway. And if I go, I'll feel bad for not obeying them. But then I don't want to be miserable at home as well (I would be, I haven't fully got the controls of my feelings). But they want me to be happy.
I'm confused, and I bleh.
Sleep.
LOL, sarah.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sections (Long).
I could call myself mature, but then that would be a downright lie, because I still was so inexperienced with so many things, and still so cheekily willing to experiment with the unknown. I also wouldn't be humble in saying that I am mature either. I could call myself immature, but that would also be a lie, because then I'd be implying that I wasn't thankful for the talents that God had slowly molded and shaped for His glory. And I'd be proud in saying that I was immature, thinking that in saying that I was immature, I was being mature.
.. Well, you get the point.
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Storytime!
I suck with imagination, so why not use real life instead? That's as imaginative as my writing can get. Aside from that other story of course... which was kinda creepy, I must admit. But all I really did for that was smoosh all the elements of reasons of murder and create a story out of it. Not so much descriptive... definately from a third-person point of view. Which obviously, I suck at now. But who cares? I get to write. And that's good enough for me.
Although now... the intricate detail that I put into my pieces, I think is too much. I don't even think that previous sentence made any sense... I just wanted to use intricate in something. That's my daily word for today. Intricate.... mmm.
I still like Derogatory though.
By the way, I've taken away names, to relieve suspicions, haha :D
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I appraised the almost empty room, particularly towards the empty seats that were neatly lined up in an only slightly curved arc. In front of them were stands, only a few inches taller than the chairs, idly holding numbered folders that contained sheets of annotated sheet music. Walking in, I just about threw my bag on the ground, in front of a Torque, ignoring that it had my laptop in it, and placed my guitar case on the window sill. I opened the case, and the glint of the sun caught my eye on the black glossy surface my guitar. My baby guitar. It was one of the most precious things to me, but I had not been thinking by now. I took it up, taking the necessities (a lead, and my tuner, of course), and took my usual place next to my friend, another female guitarist.
However, as we set up, I could not help but think that this scene was different. Surely, everything was still in place, the rest of the chairs stacked, a stand rack at the corner of the room, Behringers and Torques all awkwardly spaced between the wall and the chairs. There were enough chairs for everyone there. But, oddly enough, not everyone was there. I hesitated to think that I would be, yet again, alone on the part I had to play. And right I was. However, that wasn't what worried me now.
My guitar sat loosely on my lap as I fumbled with the ends of the leads for the input on my guitar as well as my tuner. It would have been easier to actually look for the inputs instead of feeling for them, but I was too focused on my surroundings, and who has encompassed the spaces next to me. I eventually found the two holes anyway, and hastily and clumsily plugged my lead in. I began tuning.
I was in no mood to be properly tuning my guitar. I was too distracted by the person who was wrongly sitting next to me. I wasn't even meant to be sitting next to her (being one of the 3 guitarists who were female, including me) either, but I was intrigued at the seat that was taken not by who was usually there, but by him. I allowed my mind to wonder why, but I didn't get very far, as Sir interrupted my thoughts, confirming that my usual "part three partner" would not be here. Inside I groaned, knowing my emotions would get the better of me. I thanked God for my composed face, despite the panic and fumes of feverish heat under my cheeks.
After everyone got set up, he asked around for a pick, glancing around at the students present in the room. I looked down at my upside down guitar on my lap, and turned it around, revealing two picks cunningly slotted between the space between the humbuckers and their exterior border. I was reminded instantly of the week before, where I'd lent him one of my picks. I would have thought that he would learn to bring one to guitar ensemble now; I'd always had the feeling that he had a strong dislike for me. I did well to ignore him, and forgot to take my pick back at the end of the day. Luckily, I had other picks.
He was still looking for a pick by the time I'd finished ranting about him not bringing a pick, and took the thinner, yellow pick from inside the slot I'd cunningly used as a pick holder, and held it out for him. Hesitantly, of course. He looked at me (that made me flinch already), took the pick, and turned around, muttering a slight thanks. Just as I was about to turn around as well, he'd turned back to face me again, and I struggled to lift my already humiliated eyes to reach his face. It was normal for me to stare people in the eye when making conversation, even though it sometimes got awkward. Today it was awkward when I tried to look at him, and by then I hadn't realised that he was talking to me.
"Hey, are you sure I can?"
"Uh yeah..."
"Like, don't you need it?"
"Oh, uhh yeah, I have one already." I ran my fingers gingerly along the strings of my guitar, and found my second pick in the second humbucker slot. "Oh, okay thanks."
And he sat down next to me, and I was immediately thankful that we were half a metre apart. I couldn't stand being any closer than this. Not like that time in the canteen, where I was right behind him, and I had to turn my back to him just to keep myself from dying of embarrassment.. or something. I knew for a fact that I didn't like this person. He just intrigued me, I was sure that this was all it was.
And then Sir began us with our song, Knights of Cydonia by Muse. I played lead vocals. I thought it was pretty awesome, although when he stopped playing, I could not be sure, but I most definitely felt his eyes on me as I played the verse where he didn't play. My face started heating up feverishly again, and I was again thankful that my face showed such blankness and composure. He never smiled either; a blank look on his face, and wondering eyes. His face especially intrigued me also...
It was now that Sir decided to pick on me, just after I had played one round of the vocal soloing part as well as the supposedly background arpeggios. This is what he commented.
"X and "Y", you guys at the moment are way too loud, and you are overpowering Sar. However, you guys should be underneath her".
Scattered laughs came from the other students as I, for a split-second, in my heart nodded in agreement with Sir. Instantly, I glanced my friends' way, and met her cheeky gaze. She was giggling, her cheeky smile broad across her face. I could not comprehend the reason behind her smug face, until Sir had made a comment about students having dirty minds.
I instantly hung my head down, chuckling slightly. My eyes made towards the left, where he sat, chuckling also. I was embarrassed, and continued to play the song on cue...
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By the way... This is exactly how I think, exactly how I relay the thoughts in my mind. So basicly, my mind tells me the story, and I just live it. Interesting huh? I don't know if you understand me, but doesn't matter, as long as the story is cool eh? Sorry that it might be boring...
LOL, Sarah.