Heaven's Tears.

You know you love John Mayer when you've listened to a song for the tenth time, and yet it still gives you shivers.

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I looked up at the window...

... And I saw the heavenly pearls form.

The earth seemed to moan at the deprivation of warmth, and the clouds in turn cried in despair, fastening their grip on the skies, each bellow heavier than its last.

Tiny beads of silver crept together in deep, magnetic attraction, swooning in circles as they accumulated. Like jewels, they glistened in the scarce rays of the sun as it searched for peepholes within the blankets of grey.

Millions of minuscule sparkles were sprayed across the surface of the glass, clustering together to create large, clear pearls; so smooth, round and perfect. The pearls rolled towards the edges of the glass in eager competition, as directed by a force of gale winds, gathering small, singular droplets along the way.

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And when things like this happen, you can't help but to barrack for the fastest droplet.. haha.

I still see a glimpse of heaven, no matter where I go.

LOL, Sarah.
Sorry about my lame posts... I really have not been inspired lately.

Merely Discrepant.

I gots myself a Gollywog.

Shut up. I know I'm weird. But everone's different.

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I used to be so attached. Once attached, any kind of removal of me would be like a removal of a part of me. But I soon realised that removal was inevitable.
So I cut myself off from all appendages in hopes to remove the destining pain. And so...
Now, I find myself almost impossibly receiving what I once was, and what had created me to become a thick, black whirlpool.
I've forgotten how to receive, and it seems to me that in doing so... I've forgotten how to give, too.

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My heart and my head is too heavy for me to bear. I can barely think of words to say as to believe that nothing has affected me.

LOL, Sarah.
Sorry that I'm human.

Memoirs Of Elementary.

Have you ever felt guilty for showering whilst it was raining outside?
Cos I have.

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[In no particular order...]

- Hilton Thai and I used to roam on the school grounds, pretending to be dinosaurs.
- Nafiye Suleyman, who was my best friend for almost my entire Primary School life :) we used to stand in the doorways pretending to be trapped in a prison, and then we'd try to escape from it.. from no one :P
- Jesse Stafrace and I tried to bully each other by abusing each other's surnames, And I'd cry, and then later on we'd be friends again :]
- Aaron Santos denied my request to play four square, and I ran off like a little sulk. Haha I cried so much =3=. And Nafiye, I remember distinctly, preceded to say "Nice one! You hurt her feelings!" And ran after me.
- Benjamin Sortino, my only primary school crush... who everyone thought liked someone else. Does Mugambah Buhana from grade 4 ring any bells to you?
- Ashlee Polidano and Ben were the class couple in grade 5.. even though they weren't.. I don't think? :P
- Ashlee Marmara, my second best friend.
- Lisa Le, who I tried to convert in grade 3 by telling her to remember the crucifixion :| LOL!
- Linda Nguyen, who let me borrow a teddy on 'Bring Your Bear' Day.. or was it John? :O
- Chu Chen! Who had liked me for ages, and spoiled my last day by telling me that people were signing cards for me when I came back from my trumpet lesson.
- Tracy Tran, who showed me what a friendship book was... and also pressured me into liking Asian boys in grade 5... and I remember you saying "I hate it when people think I'm angry at them or greasing them when all I'm doing is squinting at the sun!"
- James Burke, who had a bit of a tummy and always acted like a goof :P
- John, who was always too shy to talk to me (and was and still is obsessed with Pokemon).
- Hoan Dang, who I thought was possibly the quietest kid in the world...
- Douglas Burgos, who always went up to me with John to get him to confess his feelings for me because John was to scared to do it himself :P
- Kathy Truong was taller than EVERYONE.. seriously everyone.
- Erold Dejito convinced me that before we get to heaven, Satan was going to ask us if we like the number 6, and if we did, we'd go to hell. LOL
- Huy Tran, who always smiled.. and was the first brace-face I knew :] so cute LOL
- Jay Amatya, who Mr. Elliot in grade 5 asked him what franchise meant.. and he was the only one who knew it. Everyone was amazed. Utterly amazed.

I do remember the last day of school, when we finished at 1:30, and we went over to Chu's house. We put in my new CD (I think someone gave it to me for a gift... was it you, Chu?) Bring Me To Life - Evanescence began to play, and Ben preceded to sing like a pansy. Of course, all guys sounded like girls then because they hadn't had their voices broken yet. And Chu tried to hit on me! LOL with the whole *yawn.. puts arm around shoulder* move.
And us and the rest of the boys had pizza :]
Best friends included: Nafiye, Ashlee, Linda, Tracy...

I was possibly the biggest tomboy, with an endless list of guys who we played downball for hours on end. Or at least until play time finished!
And I also remember:
- Lindita Demiri
- Hao Dang [ran into you a while ago...]
- Christopher Dealey
- Christopher Le
- Dilek Ozen
- Simon Vo [ran into you too... :]
- Andy Lieu
.. And people whose last names I don't remember D:
Comment if you remember any more :]

Miss you all,
LOL, Sarah.

Allusive Fervence.

And so there I went again,
Repeatedly saying I'd never end up there.
And yet by a wave of a day's end,
I was once again wound up in the middle of nowhere.

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Now, breathe easy, My suffering child,
Maybe you will see the glorious sunrise.
For the light may shed some mercy mild
And raise you to a cloud of peace to abide.

The rain has drenched your clothes
With drops of acid and crystal too harsh to bear.
But all of a sudden your Lover comes betrothed
With a rainbow of promise to show you He cares.

So forever you will soar
On mountains high and valleys low.
After jumping through Grace's door
And diving into a sky of freshly awakened hope.
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The deepest darker dark cannot suppress
Me now, for You carry me on Your back.
I was Your cross of sin, burden, darkness
Vanquished and replaced, so that nothing but sin will I lack.

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I was reading my set poems for my English exam, and studying became procrastinating.
And so now, here I am, presenting to you a result of my hesitating :]

And yes, that rhymed as well.

LOL, Sarah.

Balloonatic Contour.

This is an introversion of my brain with all its bubbly wonders.

It really is all just a few items here and there; thoughts written as words, cartoons symbolizing a best friend, family, a future.

Fireworks that mark the implosions of the thoughts in my mind, and the waves that follow it.

Flora which stems up hope, or just the petals of which have no foundation whatsoever...

And a plagiarism of John Mayer's 'Heartbreak Warfare' icon, by which I could interpret as a heart halved by lightning at the roots of a love.

And a cloud, oh, how I wish to be spared aloft.

And in the corner is an inner conscience that doesn't understand any of it. Yes. My inner conscience is a man. Supposedly. It could be someone else. Something random... to keep my mind off it all.

And yes, you can click the picture.

LOL, Sarah.
On the back of this page is a series of drawings, and 2 sentences remained unfinished.

Hello.

4our things that people absolutely must know about me, even if they knew nothing else.

1. I am obsessed with orange.
2. I am utterly in love with John Mayer.
3. I am amazed by corny one-liners, whether they be pick-up lines or lame jokes.
4. I am completely insane.

(:

LOL, Sarah.
Anh Jon Tran's primary school jacket... tehe.

Friends, Lovers or Nothing.

66 minutes and 58 seconds of pure pleasure.

LOL, Sarah.

Rag Doll.

I am your toy.
A smile pasted across my face so that you can share in the joy I portray.

Pull the string.
You will only hear words you want to hear; words that lift your spirit.

Make me walk.
You hold my hand, and you bounce me up and down the green grass, before hoisting me into your secret treehouse.

You talk to me.
You tell me about your day, and you whisper your deepest, darkest secrets into my flimsy ears in your secret hideout way above the ground.

You say you love me.
You hug me tight, and say that I'm yours forever; I'm your only best friend, the best in the whole wide world.

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Years go by.
You brush the dust off my face, and a smile returns to you again as you reminisce your younger years with me. Again, you take me to your secret places, laugh at me as you hear me speak encouragement into your heart. You carry me on your shoulders as you climb up into your secret treehouse, and there, you hug me tight and say "I've missed you, old best friend". You see a bit of stuffing escape my frail body and my stitches come loose, and you caress my rugged hair lightly as you fix me up again.

And then you leave.
You pack me up, and put me away. You're older, and more mature; what I once was as a best friend to you is not what you needed now. You've found better things, new, modern things which make you laugh so much harder, and leave you with the broadest smile in the world. A smile which I have not seen before. A laugh which I have not heard before. A hurt, which I have not felt before...

"I love you, boy, you are by far the greatest best friend and boyfriend in the entire universe".

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Torn, tossed around and thrown away.
I am a thing of the past, and you are too mature to wish to spend time with me anymore. You say that I'm childish, useless, and that I no longer satisfy your needs.

My cotton heart bleeds with wisps of stuffing, but you will never know.

LOL, Sarah.
This is an allegory.

Erm, Christianity.

What we thought were once clouds are in fact the fumes we believe will sustain us till the end of time. What will become of the trees? Will the atmosphere be but a pool of black oil?

And here we are, gaping our mouths wide open to catch the stained acids of the sky; no longer will we drink the crystal drops of heaven, but the metal splinters of man's best treasures.

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*sigh*, we're so human. I'm so human.

It's quite difficult being of a Christian family and within the church; people almost expect you to be stronger than you really are; to be the mighty men and women of God of who nothing can sway them or cause them to stumble. The ridiculous expectations thrust upon us; we must be perfect, we must abide by God's law, we must not swear, we must be picture perfect, we must be good little church boys and girls.

I'm afraid that I can't live up to these expectations. In fact, I doubt anyone can. We're not radical, almost-angels and more holy than anyone else. We're only human.

Did you know that most churches consist of so many "sinful" people? Liars, Drug-addicts, Cheaters, Thieves, Alcoholics, Sex offenders... the list goes on.

I think it's fair to say that just because we're a bunch of Christians, it doesn't mean that we're not any less guilty. In fact, strangely enough as it is, we know that we're wrong-doers, sinners, disgusting low-lives that don't fit the "Christlike" persona.

And it doesn't mean we don't feel the pain and suffering of harsh lives. The only difference is- we hope. We hope and we hope and we hope in a future of bigger plans for us; plans to prosper us and not to harm us.

I can see where the statement "Christianity is perhaps one of the most difficult lifestyles to undertake", because I know that when we don't have hope, Satan doesn't need to worry about us. We've got nothing, so he'll leave us alone. But when we hope, and we hope and we hope, he despises it. So much so that he'll do anything to cause us to stumble. He'll attack us personally, our family, our friends, our possessions...

And I suppose I understand that under the condition of God's love, if we are willing to go all out for Him, we've got to be prepared to sacrifice. Our families, our possessions- our lives even.

In Vietnam and Thailand, people really do sacrifice their families. They are shunned from their communities, beaten on a daily basis because they choose hope. Speak the name of Jesus in a rural area in a country like Vietnam, and you should prepare to be killed.

All because of hope, hope, hope. How lucky we are to be able to hope without stumbling over our family's lives.

And I'm not saying that I've got a hard lifestyle. I've got an easy one, actually, but I'm faced with human experience in a human body... I stumble, I fall. But I get back up again. I cry, I lose heart, and yes, even faith sometimes... but I hope.

You will stumble, you will fall. And maybe you will get back up again, or just accept that once you're down at the bottom, Satan won't worry about you because you have no future. Or you can hope, hope, hope, and stand on God's foundations, because God has a bigger plan for you.

LOL, Sarah.
Don't tell God how big your problem is, tell your problem how big your God is! - Ha, cheesy.

Suckling On Wires.

What would happen if you woke up one day to suddenly realise that there were no longer any means of communication with me?

Because I'm no longer a cyber being.

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How devastating it is to know that our relationships are now built on purely electronic words: lol, k, hru... just to name a few. We've degraded our language, and lowered our standards. Heck, my school's passing level is 35%, that's so lame. Haha.

But in saying all this, I relate myself to the grasp that today's society has on our daily functioning. Lacking MSN, especially in school days will only cause people to become socially outcast, not knowing the instant gossip that are spoon fed to us in every way possible to do with online communication.

And how we are so withdrawn from talking in person. See, here I am. I am a traditionalist; ie. I don't find online communications as a significant and necessary means for the survival of a friendship. Hence I don't rely on being on MSN nor Facebook to keep up to date with e.g my best friend, of whom I rarely speak to on MSN anyway. The biggest problem I have with these means of building up relationships is that it's so multi-faceted. People can so easily lie, pretend they're on top of the world when they're secretly drowning in despair. I know someone who talks to me on MSN like nothing's wrong, and yet can't bring a smile to their face whenever I pass them by. It's almost as if online communication is the new mask. Maybe we can finally read human expressionism through their behaviour. How I wish this to be true.

I guess that's my petty explanation of why it's so hard to maintain a good relationship with me. I almost despise MSN. I'm only online just in case; talking to only 2-3 people on a consistent level. I enjoy real communication, face-to-face... Not even talking on the phone cuts it. But it's become inevitable: social acceptability seems to have online communication as its top obligation and an absolute necessity as a social norm.

But has anyone else been feeling the torment of such a lack of a deeper relationship?

I guess not.

LOL, Sarah

School.

Dear teachers:

This is my letter of concern to the academic progress of the up and coming students of my generation. I just would like to point out to you a serious flaw in the system, because we understand that none of you are impressed with our apathetic demeanor towards school. So, I'm writing to tell you what the majority of us are feeling about your disappointment.

Maybe we would take school more seriously if each year actually counted for something at the end of it. As in...
DON'T MAKE OUR FUTURE RELY ON THE RESULTS OF YEAR 12 ONLY. What happens if we had a bad year?

That's really it, I suppose. Everything suddenly relying on one year is just not fair. Not only is there no consistency, there's an overwhelming amount of pressure; poor study habits, and well, I know these are choices that we choose to make. However... what happens if we did awesome in one year but failed at the next? Or failed at the year before, but aced the next?

No consistency. That's all I'm saying.

LOL, Sarah.

Disquieted Exigency.

This is so bloody beautiful, and soon to add is the latest album and shirt. Wooowoooo (:

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I woke up unsettled this morning, and more tired than the night before. This feeling continued throughout majority of the morning; like a sickening, never 100% feeling that abstained from my body ever releasing energy into my muscles. My eyes welled up multiple times whenever I thought about anything; church, school, home. It was almost as if a negative presence was weighing me down, oppressing and squeezing out the emotions that I so neatly packed into a tiny box in the corner of my heart.

I almost choked at every conversation had, and I struggled to keep a clean composure; how I feared being weak and helpless in front of everyone. Possibly I feared their tension, their misunderstanding, their lack of care; although I know they support, they give concern and they love. Or perhaps I was so paranoid about being so insecure, so needy, and so vulnerable. They just didn't need my burdens.

Sometimes, I just need assurance...

Because it was all just stress before the exam. I don't need these downgrading thoughts that push me to the brink of sanity, where beyond this cliff lies the pits of paranoia. I just can't handle it all.

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So yeah, a temporary goodbye unless I need a getaway from the study. I'm so scared for my Jesus exam! Jesus is with me! :D?

LOL, Sarah.

Bereavement Of Speculation.

I always need a little bit of what could kill me.
That is, water.

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I ventured out into the world on my own; the glints of light reflective of the sun upon the ocean surface stung at my eyes as waves curdled and the soft winds caused ripples in the water. I squinted as I examined the vast blue that was beyond me, saving my eyes from the acute particles that threatened to embed as crystals into my foggy eyes.

Waddle, waddle... I struggled to maintain momentum as I found myself wading through thick dunes of sand, which, magnified by the sun, reflected immense heat which stung and burned at my feet. I hopped and dwardled along, desiring so much simply to feel the rush of cool water lapping against my stubby legs.

But the shore was so far away, and clouds began to muster up their heaviest sighs. They grumbled in chagrin, and overthrew the sun's eminence with their own howling billows. Drizzles turned into rain, and whistles turned into whips as the storm began its melancholic dance.

I am too slow.

There were dangerous times ahead, and it was only reasonable to retreat. Within this shell, where everything within is so intensely personal, and can only be seen by a single person, every secret hidden in every crease and crack, shadowed by the distant light of the outside world.

I am secure here. I am safe from the pelting rain over my shelter, the icy cubes that knocked on my roof. From the slice-and-dice play of the wind and sand duet, I can recollect my thoughts and abandon my journey until it is clear.

But I am lonely.

Sheltered in a shell, and moving so dreadfully slow that as I climb, I feel like I'm falling rather than hiking.

I am owning the characteristics of a turtle.

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Dreadfully sick, it's horrid. Handkerchiefs are so stupid.

LOL, Sarah.
And Amy, the the lyrics are the video's song!

Everything.

Find me here,
And speak to me.
I want to feel you,
I need to hear you.
You are the light,
That is leading me,
To the place where,
I find peace again.

You are the strength,
That keeps me walking.
You are the hope,
That keeps me trusting.
You are the life to my soul.
You are my purpose.
You're everything.

And how can I,
Stand here with you,
And not be moved by you?
Would you tell me,
How could it be,
Any better than this?

You calm the storms.
You give me rest.
You hold me in your hands.
You won't let me fall.

You steal my heart,
And you take my breath away.
Would you take me in?
Would you take me deeper now?

And how can I,
Stand here with you,
And not be moved by you?
Would you tell me,
How could it be,
Any better than this?

Cause you're all I want,
You're all I need,
You're everything.
Everything.

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How could it be any better than this?

LOL, Sarah.
I cried. Again.

The Heartbeat Momentum.

Little moments that made me smile today:
- Realising I was the eldest in the whole school, and being the only one to hold the "Doey" legacy lol (:
- Kathy's Phamily haha
- Getting the yay from Ms Old for our secret plans to unfold... not so secret anymore :P
- Getting on the airconditioned bus to get away from the sweltering heat of which I melted into sweat. Yuckies.
- Finally resting at Gloria Jeans with an Arnott's Tim Tam Iced Chocolate... that was grand.
- Assembling a McDonald's toy the wrong way around, and thus making it look quite rude lol. This was totally unintentional. (:
- Getting John Mayer's discography (except for his latest) as hard copies.
- Seeing Linda and Phillip (:
- Getting my 'Where The Light Is' DVD back. *sigh*, John Mayer live... I've missed you.
- Going to gym... and walking on wobbly legs. Satisfaction in hard work (:

My heart skips a beat for everytime God gives me a reason to smile.

Yes, I did study today. Practice exam paper and a chapter of Psychology. Woot for the test tomorrow. Will explain the meaning of 'sheltered in a shell' and 'characteristics of a turtle' in the very near future. It's nearing any minute now!

My legs are sore... totally not looking forward to the pain of tomorrow... lol.

LOL, Sarah.
"H is for Hello... A is for Adorable.... P is for Pretty.... P is for Princess... and Y is for You. OOOOERS! alot of thought was put into that!" - Gorby (:

Movie Treats.

The clouds were drawn towards the horizon in a hazy, soft manner. They were distant; harmless, and yet they captivated me through their beauty. I looked onwards as I saw them aloft, colliding in harmony with the sky scrapers; they looked like popcorn so heavily stuffed into its box that it caved in, overflowing with puffs of yellow and white. But the clouds maintained their clumped, sharp shape as they floated in the distance.

You can't help but wonder to yourself what the weather's like where the clouds are... Is it raining? Is it overcast? Is there a heaven-sent sign dawning upon them after a light drizzle?

Two hours later.

As I elevated my eyes towards the pale blue dome that encompassed the atmosphere once again, I found the clouds dispersed from their clumped heap of popcorn-like forms. As they began to stretch across the horizon, the glints off the edges of the clouds began to fade into the soft azure, and the popcorn clouds melted into bundles of white, fluffy fairy-floss which hung across the sky.

And I realised just this: clouds in the distance look a lot more like popcorn, and as they draw near, they tend to soften and become like fairy floss... I think I resort to food too much.

Another two hours later...

The clouds had overcome, but the sun shone brightly, reminding me instantly of the silver lining beyond each grey. A soft haze began to encompass the horizon and met the sun in its descent, with a pale blue carrying the clouds in every direction, like patches of black on a dalmatian puppy which disperse as it ages.

And it was now that I decided to take a momentous picture, because I will never cease to be amazed at their simplicity; the wisps of white that, by the imagination, creates such colourful pictures within our minds, and although with them, they bring along rain... there's a lining, and it's silver among every cloud, and a promise that follows soon after (:

I love nature. I love clouds, animals, flora, fauna... but I hate water. o.O

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I don't really understand the look you give me; in anger, spite, or in desperation. But I don't want to face your facade. I would rather face nothing.

LOL, Sarah.

Necessitate Satisfaction.

Featuring: The best friend. This is probably the most normal out of our collection. Gotta love MAC Photo Booths. (:

Happy 200th called for a layout change and a new photo. I feel refreshed now (:

... Although, I'm fairly tired.

I really want to do that 365 photo thing. New Year's Resolution! :) Now I can stop stealing amazing photos from DeviantArt tehe.

Been craving to go to Highpoint for so long now... I feel so satisfied ^^ Thanks daddy. Probably will not be doing anymore shopping for the rest of the year ):

I wanted to write about clouds, but I'll probably do that tomorrow. In the mean time, I shleep (:.

Happy 200th, I hope it's all been worthwhile. (:

LOL, Sarah.
Yes, I love complex headings with simplistic contents.

Staggering Denouement.

This is officially the 199th posted blog. It feels good. I love the awkward feel of borderlining 200, but not counting that number as important. (;

I think I'm the only one who's read all of my blogs so far. Cool stuff!

... And my blog tells me I have 205 posts. It's so unreliable -.-"

Anyway. Hello.

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"One, two, three, four..."

I mumbled numbers under my breath as I counted each crevasse and bump whilst running my fingers over the rough surface. From time to time, my fingers would dip into a crack, and follow the wooden trench along as it arched along the awkwardly shaped dome. The natural carvings within the wood were covered in sharp needles of bark, attempting to graze and splinter at the tips of my fingers, but my index dodged the traps as it continued to glide over the stump, and I continued to count the rings; the memories that the tree once had.

It once stood so tall, so majestic and strong. No one would have thought it would falter; it could not be swayed, nor could it move from its place. The tree stood with the deepest of roots and the strongest of foundations. Its branches were lavished with brilliant, deep greens, its leaves bursting with life and animation as they rustled in the gentle cradle of the wind. Bright, vivacious colour livened the branches further as plumps of red fruit extended from the smaller branches, dangling in the face of danger at the tree's subtle swings from side to side.

The tree was fruitful, bursting with life, and remained so strong, that even when gusts whipped and sliced at its trunk, it would stand its ground, its leaves fluttering about and its fruit following suit. There was nothing that could move this tree.

So what happened? It wouldn't be swayed, it wouldn't falter, but there is nothing left but a stump. Its deepest roots and most steadfast of foundations have lost its purpose, and the strong, majestic trunk, followed by its delightful branches once filled with life have now disappeared. No one could any longer boast of this mighty tree, because it was gone. It didn't even stand a chance against the jagged teeth of man's new best friend: technology.

The powers of nature and environment may not have swayed us for all this time, and for sure, I was convinced that we would hold for years to come. But who could foresee the cruel death of this tree by the hands of man?

... And of all hands, yours?

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Did you know that...
The term web was coined because the internet is like a spider's web, all intertwined and connected?
And blogging was coined because of the nature of logging your account onto the web - thus web logging?

Oh, the fascinations of the simple things. :)

LOL, Sarah.
Please click on the picture, it oozes of majesty.

Chocolate Intervention.

Is it habit that I don't post on the first of each month anymore? o.O

For now, I just feel... fine.

So, I'm sorry that things aren't working out. I just don't think I can handle another best friend, not after last time.

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So badly, I want to be exposed. Like a chocolate fountain, thick with rich yet secretive ingredients, and yet poured out for the world to see and savour. Yet no one will ever know just how delicate this chocolate is until they take a strawberry and dip it in. Even so, the strawberry distills the taste. It hides away the true identity of its companion.

Or perhaps my fountain is lackluster... dull. Chocolate never shone brightly, nor sparkled as it dripped so smoothly from platform to platform. It would not be able to provide with delightful entertainment that water fountains may, nor could it rush like a violent stream down the sides of the fondue.

So yes, it was lackluster. Perhaps uninteresting... but it maintained some kind of mysteriousness, by which no one knew whether it was too chocolatey, sugary, or too plain as it looked. And even so, it would still dazzle me.

I cower at anyone who dares to try and discover my taste. Their sudden authority to tip me out and leave me to clog the drain... It scares me deeply, because I don't want to give up. Not just yet. I may be in the drain, but I resist being washed away by the streams of water trembling down...

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Even so, maybe I want to share.

To enjoy the honey that trickled towards the surface of my lips, and the warm ooze of banana as it melted in my mouth. The fluffy blanket of freshly heated batter tore so easily as I passed the knife through it, and cream dribbled delicately from its soft crevasses. As I placed the treat into my mouth, my heart almost swooned at the rich, creamy texture of the crepe. With haste, I scooped a small amount of ice-cream and dipped the spoon into my mouth, its chilly sensation tingled at the tip of my tongue as the textures enveloped in the cages of my teeth.

This sweet, sober moment was to be savoured...

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But never alone. I wish it was never.

LOL, Sarah.