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A Little More Than Amazing ♥
vickytoria chan ♥.a.k.a nutball/reindeer. .24th april. .sexy seventeen. .taurus. . . . .choir`alto 1.SL.(2007-2008) .plmc. .child of God. . .I'm alittle more than amazing. Loves ♥
my everlastinq.God.my fun-loving.church. my dearest and most treasured.family & friends. my 24/7 with me.handphone. my always rawking.computer. sweet-nice-cold.ice-cream. SOMEthing nutty.nuts. passion.singing. the voices within.choir. the study of books.literature. crazy scribbles.drawing & doodling. funny funny.jokes. a girl's favourite pastime.shopping. out in the sun having fun.volleyball & captain's ball. cuddly love.cow pillow. the HOT one.ZERO. the best to read.manga. fetish for.bananas. playing.pool. Aspirations ♥
to be at least.1.6m tall. more.savings & money. more.clothes. photo.shop. either.ds or psp. travel.around the world. learn.japanese and french. expensive.shopping sprees. my own minature.library. be less bored. Flying Kisses ♥
Talk to me, The ULTIMATE ONE. ♥
Love Them ♥
.aaron..amanda wong.MUNKY. .angelika. .angelyn. .angie. .audrey. .cassandra. .celestia. .chelsea. .cheryl. .cleo.SANTA. .constance. .debbish. .dewaine. .desiree lee. .dwight.WIFE. .elizabeth. .esther. .faith. .fiona. .grace. .hema. .isaac. .jia yu. .jamin. .jane. .janella. .joel.DEVIANTART. .jolene. .jonathan. .joscelyn. .joshua. .joy. .jowell. "AWESOME" .juanita. .jun yang. .karin. .kenneth. .leroy. .marcus. .marieta. .mark. .mavis. .melissa. .m&m warriors. .natalie. .nicole. .olivia.FURBALL. .poh hun. .rachel. .randi. .randy. .ray. .sac voices. .sara. .shu min. .teresa. .teri. .tracy. .vanessa. .veronica. .yeung wing.SEXY MASTER. Archives ♥
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MISSING HOME: MILES AWAY.Time passed. Days passed.... okay look really unglam here. Gah. my hair was in... hello people.if you are wondering what the post be... MISSING HOME: A FALLEN KINGDOM.Lightning streaked ... UUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!I NEED TO GET OUT OF TH... Love And The Spoonful of Emotions That Comes With ... O Levels, O Levels, O Levels.i think majority of t... gah. just got scolded by my dad for no particular ... a thought came through my head awhile ago.and now ... -to remain as a mystery in one's eyes & let bygone... Credits ♥
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//Tuesday, June 10, 2008 8:13 PM
MISSING HOME: A NEW YEAR, A NEW BEGINNING.
Trapped. It has been weeks now, probably almost a month, ever since I've been in this wooden cage along with numerous other doleful children. Each time we stopped, a new child would be brought and thrown in along with the rest of us. At night, many whimpered silently, missing their families and losing their homes. I looked at these children understandingly, knowing how they felt but at the same time, I was incapable of removing the grief from their souls. Day by day, contemplating to no avail on ways to escape from the darkness of this two by four situation. Only a few blankets had been provided as the cage was already abounded by at least fifteen of us. Food was given in very small portions, and only once or twice a day, turning us frail and lethargic. Our famished stomachs would churn and growl loudly like the outraged roar of a wild cat. We could smell the liquor on our vile captors beyond the wooden walls, disrupting the peace with their thunderous snores. It was difficult to sleep. The boy who had shared the same language as I, had the most stunning eyes I ever seen. His eyes was the burnish of brass, along with the streaking of bronze across the surface, shinning brightly in the dark, as he looked at me. Lighting and darkening as he spoke of his past, depicting the igniting and extinguishing of dark flames. Speaking with a voice of innocence in a calm manner. The skin and hair on him was akin to mine. He was coming to the age of twelve, just as I had assumed that he was younger than me. The boy explained that he had came from a village near the city and I had once lived in. His village had also suffered the same fate as how my kingdom did, and he had managed to escape it as well. Not long after, the boy had been kidnapped. Before his village was engulfed in flames, he worked for a seamstress and a cobbler. He was an orphan since birth and had lived blissfully with the couple. The boy asked me about my past and I summarised it for him. I particularly left out the part of me being a princess as I did not want him to misunderstand by showing that I was indeed of higher status, and I had not fully trusted him yet. Now the boy who had the most amazing eyes had been growing to be a companion to me. His name was Syril. Towering us from above were enormous, unshakable mountains. The stale air in the cage had turned gelid. As a total of seventeen children curled up together, combining body heat for warmth under the blankets which were as tenuous as thread. We had lost our appetites to eat due to the cold climate. To my horror, I was rather sure that we were moving away from Nepal entering into the Himalayas. It was clearly ratified that none of us will return home ever again. August. September. October. November. December. January. Seven of us perished in the cold. While we step into the new year, boldly placing ourselves through the harsh winter of China, we were approaching a fairly large town. It was night, the remaining ten of us had fallen into deep slumber. In the morning, I woke up realising all our hands had been tied up, with string attached to the knots, forming a human chain. Suddenly, the cage door flunged wide open. We shut our eyes tightly due to the irritation from the sun's rays for our eyes had been accustomed to darkness. As light filled the cage, I looked around and saw a look of starvation and misery on nine faces, including Syril. An icy gust of wind blew in, and we shivered vigorously from head to toe. One of our captors forced us to get out from the cage and pulled us along the road to towards a marketplace. The town looked pristine as pure white snow blanketed the road and every form of shelter. While passing by restaurants, shops and carts selling all sorts of Chinese cuisine and treats had made me realise how hungry I really was despite the cold. Everything looked more realistic compared to the Chinese paintings I had seen while studying about China back in palace. I looked behind and saw Syril's face reflecting the same expression as mine. Both of us were spellbound by the beauty and wonders of China. Finally, all of us approached the marketplace. I was still captivated by everything around me, and refused to walk at the quick pace that we were moving at. Out of the blue, I had been lashed by a whip which one of the captors had been holding. A sharp pain entered my calf causing a sore bruise to form. I almost fell to the ground in pain, but forced myself to remain standing and walked quickly to prevent another lashing. At the marketplace, we were allowed to sit. As I sat stiffly on the cold floor, freezing my butt off in this wintry foreign country, thinking if anyone was going to buy me home to make me do the house chores. Child Slavery. This was how my captors earned their living. At the same time, at the back of my mind I asked myself one question. Was China the place that I could safely call home and start anew? |
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