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.