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 Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 2:27 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 2:43 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Gray Description: Indeed bitter with traces of frustration with overwhelming shame and guilt. Underneath is a sweetness of the love behind it, but it gets overwhelmed. Your commentary on its flavour: She didn't like it and there was a frown on her face as she clutched the cup tightly. Whoever the memory belonged to had spent an awful lot of time just trying to create happiness for those he cared for. Painstakingly taking time and effort to move on and have fun, have a wonderful moment and do something nice for a loved one. Mel'ae gripped the cup so tightly she could have broken it. Devastated. That is how she would describe it in her own words. All of the hard work had backfired and it was such an effort. Dismissing him after criticizing and not even giving a "thank you for trying" or anything made her dislike the father greatly though she could not fully blame him. All of her sympathy lied with the boy and she shook her head several times before slamming the cup back down. "It wasn't your fault." She said to the cup which she was certain was cracked now. Shaking a little bit with her own frustration from it she felt terrible he had even gone through such a thing. "You did your best and that's all we can do!" Mel'ae was getting far too into it and moved back, away from it. Surely she was going to remember this one, as crazy as it was driving her. But what else could have come of it? Reluctantly she retreated away from it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 4:04 am
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted:Grey Description: Disappointment, shame, embarrassment and bitterness. Your commentary on its flavour: It was hard sometimes, to do the best you could and never know what might happen, but it was even worse when what happened was bad. The young man tried so hard to help his father, all he wanted was to spend time together and it blew up in his face. She didn't imagine that the father was much of the 'sit and explain' type. The boy was dismissed without even a 'thanks for trying' and he'd obviously been through it before. Even still, she was proud of him for wanting to do better, to make it up to his father even if he didn't deserve it. She sighed as she looked into the cup. She wanted to hug the boy and tell him that it would all be alright. Somehow, she didn't think it would be though.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:59 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Gray Description: Anxiety, failure, inadequacy, shame. Your commentary on its flavour: Rika's eyes widened at the feeling of anxiety. This feeling was somewhat familiar. The feeling of needing to accomplish a goal, while not having much time to do so. For everything to be just right. The aftertaste of failure hit her in waves, making her want to cry. The feeling that nothing would ever be good enough. That everything had been done in vain. She barely registered the shame that became interlaced within. That it wasn't even worth trying. Why bother when it would always end in disappointment? Tears broke free as the familiarity of the memory resonated within her, even if she didn't know where it came from. Trying to place the cup gently down on the table was a difficult task for her shaking hand, and her movement caused it to skid across the table, tipping over in the process. Though Rika refused to touch the cup again for fear of the feelings resurfacing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 3:20 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dull Grey Description: Hope, failure and disappointment Your commentary on its flavour: She really was convinced that no one was happy here, or had never been. Maybe that's why they were brought to this place, to let go of these memories. The boy had tried so hard - he seemed familiar, a thought interjected - to please his father, to help him so they could spend some time together, a simple notion for any child. But it was no accepted, just scorned off. He had tried, why couldn't the father see that? It left a bitter taste in her mouth, like so many of the others prior.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 10:59 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Diminished Silver Description: Lonely, broken, afraid Your commentary on its flavour: It was a sad flavor, bitter if anything. He coughed a bit from the taste, but knew it was a hard one to swallow. He wished that no one had to have these sad memories. He looked down at the cup when he felt the disappointment in Molan's heart from his father's words. He felt sorry for this boil.
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