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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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//Thursday, October 30, 2008 7:10 PM
 to make my confession simple and clear, let the lyrics that you listen be me whispering in your ear. while you sleep under the starry starry night, remember that I'm near as my love is endless year after year. do not ever be upset and wipe away those tears, for there is nothing to fear because you remain in my heart, to me you're always dear. Tonight - FM Static. I remember the times we spent together
On those drives We had a million questions All about our lives And when we got to New York Everything felt right I wish you were here with me Tonight I remember the days we spent together Were not enough And I used to feel like dreamin' Except we always woke up Never thought not having you here now Would hurt so much Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up I need your loving hands to come and pick me up And every night I miss you, I can just look up And know the stars are Holding you, holding you, holding you Tonight I remember the time you told me About when you were eight And all those things you said that night That just couldn't wait I remember the car you were last seen in And the games we would play All the times we spilled our coffees And stayed out way too late I remember the time you sat and told me About your Jesus And how not to look back Even if no one believes us When it hurts so bad Sometimes not having you here I sing Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up I need your loving hands to come and pick me up And every night I miss you, I can just look up And know the stars are Holding you, holding you, holding you Tonight I sing Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up I need your loving hands to come and pick me up And every night I miss you I can just look up And know the stars are Holding you, holding you, holding you Tonight...
// 5:48 PM
 SPACE. After talking to a friend of mine over the phone, I realised that in all my sixteen years of life I've never really specifically understood the word 'space'. We often say: "I need my own space." or "Please give me some space." So what exactly is space? Space is the freedom or opportunity to express oneself, resolve a personal difficulty, be alone, etc.; allowance, understanding, or noninterference. As an individual, I never actually said the line "I need my own space." to anyone. In fact, I'm a lot more direct than that. If I wanted to be left alone I would say so but the likeliness of me saying it would be rare. Usually, if my parents started with their usual routine of nagging, I would stay silent or shrug them off. I suppose we all need our privacy once in awhile but how much of it do we need it really? How does one require the need of so much space? Do we need space because we feel suffocated from a lack of freedom or is it cause we need time to cool ourselves down after a tense argument with someone else? Due to my personality and perhaps upbringing, having the companionship of loved ones around me plays an important part in my daily life. Since young, I've never really had a problem with having few friends or needing a lot of personal space. To me, quality is the one thing to look for in friends and not quantity. I don't mean to sound as though I think of my friends as an expensive bag made from genuine and durable materials, however, I can't help but to feel strongly that friendships mean a lot more than a grab-all-you-can sale. Sure, if the quality is worthy, all the more we ought to grab. Friends. They all come and go, why bother? They move on, we move on. Sometimes we take one another for granted, forgetting to show any appreciation. No one's to blame, it's just human nature. Sometimes we fight, we seek for space. Sometimes we wished we were able to survive in solitude so that we would think that we are invincible when it comes to facing reality. No one would hurt us, we wouldn't hurt anyone, no crime done. Space and solitude. No man can survive alone yet some of us still seek to do so. In my opinion, space is being in one's own comfort be it having people around or without. Space is a refuge where we know a storm would be calmed, a shelter where we have loved ones by our side to help us pull through, a haven where we find our peace. Space, what exactly is space? (:
//Monday, October 27, 2008 9:49 PM
 PUT THE LIME IN THE COCONUT AND YOU SHAKE IT LIKE THAT! *sentence was inspired by coke advertisement. (:
// 11:04 AM
Best Foot Forward.
 BEST FOOT FORWARD. Recently, I've read a book titled: "Best Foot Forward" by Joan Bauer. I've decided to use its title for the post but I do not intend to talk about its content. So if you're wondering what I'm going to discuss about today, it's definitely not about the book. You can go check it out yourself. (: Well at this period of time, most people at my age would probably be taking the O Level Examinations and so am I. As usual the competition is tough. Day by day, I think of people who are at each others throats to achieve better grades than others. Many of us want to pursue the numerous aspirations of life and such examples would be, a decent and enjoyable job to our interests, a good income, etc. To ensure that we would fulfill these aspirations, we put our best foot forward as seeing a great amount of effort put in to achieve our goals brings in a sense of satisfaction and pride. Then again, despite doing so. Sometimes our best is never enough to acquire what we want in life. I'm not trying to say that many of us are unrealistic in our aims, and that we dream for the impossible to happen. At the same time, the only thing that one can do is to hope that everything turns out well after going through chaos and havoc to attain these aims. However, what if everything seems bleak, you are stuck in a worse case scenario? Then what? Would you still have the strength to put another step forward? What would it be for you? To stay at the foot of the stairs or to start over and climb once more? Over the weekend, I had a train of thought regarding this scenario. I looked around and saw many who are far more capable and promising compared to my abilities. That's when it got me down. In my whole 4 years of education in secondary school, I don't remember attaining an A in any of my academic subjects and as I looked at the others around me, they are all top-notch scholars of the year 1992 babies. Who was I compared to them? Strangely, something prompted me to view things from a different perspective and that something could have been God. I pictured in my mind what it was like to fall back to the ground from a great height. Then I realised, it does not take any effort to fall but it takes every single bit of effort to work your way up to the top once more. I figured that man was made not to fail but to persevere. Regardless of the many trials we go through, we ought to put our best foot forward and chase after our hearts' desires. Despite the pain and agony, to be able to give one's fullest hard work is something we ought to be proud of ourselves for. There are many in the crowd who have no moral courage to stand up and try to face reality and to be one who has the ability to stand out is to be a person who is deserving of praise and complement. All you need to do is to always remember there will always people around you (including God) to walk with for the rest of your lifetime, giving you the encouragement to pick you up. Therefore, even though time waits for no man, life's short and passing by quickly with its up and downs, there is never any harm in putting your best foot forward. Now, it's only a matter of question: "Would you dare to take that leap of faith?"
//Friday, October 24, 2008 10:52 PM
 THE MISSING HALF. Opposites, they can never be alone. Yet one of them sits there, she's all on her own. At night, her dreams call for him till fear turns her to stone. Without her opposite, she does not exist to care. Together, hand in hand, their lives make a pair. Then again, life's never fair. Choices and differences that separates both hearts. Hot and cold, big and little, short and tall, a difference in parts. At end of it all, waiting alone, she's back at the start.
//Monday, October 20, 2008 10:40 PM
 ESCAPADE. "I don't want to hear of your nonsense ever again!" Jillian yelled resentfully her older twin sister, her outward reflection. "I refuse to listen to any of it!" Eighteen years ago, a pair of girls were born, twins. Jessica and Jillian, an identical pair of twins. Whatever Jessica had, Jillian would too. The twins shared the same orche coloured hair which brushes gently on their shoulders along with two lovely dimples to match their adorable smiles. Both girls with a pair emeralds for eyes that sparkled brightly each time they blinked. If Jessica went to the supermarket, so would Jillian. Everywhere they went, their outfits and hair would match. They shared the same school, same teachers, same friends, both first equals. Even sometimes, their family and friends could never tell them apart. Identical they were, indeed. Jessica and Jillian, people called them "the sweetest inseparable twins". However, their similarity had not last long. The alarming sirens on their sixteenth birthday signaled the horror of Jessica's crime. Everyone was shocked with what they had heard from the police. Sweet, calm Jessica. Who would have thought that she was accused for theft and an addict of ecstasy? Who would have thought, Jessica of all the girls in the neighbourhood would possibly do such a thing. That evening, she was summoned to contribute to pay off her crime through community service and under a caregiver's supervision. When the news broke out, everyone avoided her. Their parents devastated, her friends teased her, her relatives disgusted with the thought and even the neighbours became surly. She was alone. Ostracized. "You think you can escape from it, don't you? You think you're all high and mighty to just leave as you wish and please, don't you? All you ever think of is to get out of the house and go pursue that artistic passion of yours when your closest kin needs you the most!" snapped Jessica, blocking the doorway as both parents were not around to help persuade her younger sister to rethink. "Don't you think I've been helping you with all that community service work long enough? For once, you ought to think about what I want in my life instead of what you want in my life! You may look like me but you'll never be me, we were never the same! Your life might be ruined, but mine would never be like yours, especially yours. Besides, Mum and Dad agreed for me to leave." Jillian pushes her sister aside rapidly shoving her bags at the back seat. She straps herself in and drives out of the porch, her face drenched from her own tears, not noticing her sister disappearing into the house. Speeding to escape from her domineering twin, Jillian looks in the rear mirror for one last peek at the house filled with the memories of her beloved childhood and sees her twin, her reflection at the gate holding a pistol to her head. The sound of a gunshot pierced the air as soon as both the trigger and brakes were pulled.
//Tuesday, October 14, 2008 10:36 PM
Light Of My Life.
Gold light hits against the soft white blue tiles, I see tiny rainbows as the water flows down to my feet. I turn to the window and watch the sun set behind the rooftops of terrace houses. Letting the cool water run down my spine as fierce golden rays cast down against my back making me feel small and weak like a little rattle fighting a loud boom from a church bell. Scrubbing clean till no visible stains remain. I step out from the bath and stand in front of the mirror, nude from head to toe as beads of water are gently brushing my skin. Glowing in gold light, I look flawless. Perfectly perfect. I thought what I saw in the mirror was a angel that God sent from heaven. Now the sun hides behind, and light fades, my glow removed and faded. I see myself this time. I see my flaws. Perfectly imperfect. A human that bleeds. Silver rays stream against grey walls, I see the full moon from where I lay, wishing upon it. I gazed up the night sky looking at its beauty, letting the moonlight light up my face. Innocence reflect in my eyes as silence is all I hear. Soft, delicate like my pillows I rest my head on. True comfort and peace. Yet when day comes, and night disappears, I awake from my dream. Light. My hideaway from the solitude that is exposed in the lively chatter of the day and the dead silence of the night. My only refuge.
//Saturday, October 11, 2008 9:09 PM
Leroy made me do this. So here it goes. Enjoy! (:
1. What do you think an ideal best friend should be like? Garfield. Someone with an attitude, someone lazy and independent, someone fun and knows how to boogie even when things go wrong, someone who is carefree, someone witty, someone animated like Garfield. (: 2. What would you never ever give up? God, life, family, friends, almost everything actually other than my vices. 3. What do you want the most now? 10 points for L1R4. Shopping sprees! O Levels to end! Be more independent, I think? (: 4. What would you do with a billion dollars? Probably donate some. Spend a little bit to help the economic crisis. Give a huge offering to God. Invest in profitable investments. Travel for a week? Shopping sprees. Adopt a cow. Save the rest of it. 5. Isn't Arron Yan just awesome? Don't know who, don't care. I just know that I'm am more than amazing. :P 6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone? Both, even if it means feeling miserable your whole life. 7. Can you whistle? Of course! Can you? Cause if you can then I see a common talent in the both of us but the only difference between me and you is that I'm more than amazing. (: 8. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy? My engagement to a 6 year old boy. (: 9. Do you like chocolate? Yep, I sure do but I prefer ice cream more. <3 10. Would you trade your most beloved object for a guy? Nah. I don't take in slaves. 11. How would you see yourself in 10 years' time? A fashion journalist who is alot more than amazing, travelling around the world to various fashion shows working for a top class fashion magazine company. 12. Who are currently the most important people to you? Too many to name. I enjoy spreading the love. (: 13. Have you finished all your revision? Nope, not at all. 14. What do you want to do after exams? Learn japanese. Get a job. Shop for prom. Buy a ds or psp. Chill with school mates and friends before next year starts. (: 15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up? Listen to my alarm playing "Skyway Avenue" 16. What does your favourite kind of shampoo smell like? Shampoo? Duh. 17. How would you rate the perfection of your life now? Now - 7.5. After O Levels - 9 18. What type of people do you like? People of all sorts. Even if you are anti-violent smoker/drunk/drug addict/tyrant, I can still handle it. Once you get violent or flirty with me, please return to your planet.
//Monday, October 06, 2008 10:28 PM
On Turning Ten
The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache or the headaches I get from reading in bad light- a kind of measles of the spirit, a mumps of the psyche, a disfuguring chicken pox of the soul. You tell me it is too early to be looking back, but that is because you have forgotten the perfect simplicity of being one, and the beautiful complexity introduced by two. But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit. At four I was an Arabian wizard. I could make myself invisible by drinking a glass of milk a certain way. At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince. But now I am mostly at the window watching the late afternoon light. Back then it never fell so solemnly against the side of my tree house, and my bicycle never leaned against the garage as it does today, all the dark blue speed drained out of it. This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself, as I walk through the universe in my sneakers. It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends, time to turn the first big number. It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed. - written by Billy Collins. At the end of the day, sometimes, this is what we'll all say. Memories from the past turn fonder, life is indeed a true wonder.
//Sunday, October 05, 2008 8:38 PM
 MASQUERADE. Roses loomed on rails, dangled on the stairway as she descends. Blooming delicately step by step. All eyes turn to marvel at her, embellished in wonder and beauty. Long rich mousse cream-coloured locks bypass her slender petite waist, curling like gentle waves along the shore. An air of elegance embraced every single agile move of her skin on the satin of her deep mauve evening gown as the heat of the moment caresses her body. A matching mask she puts on, bringing out her florid complexion. A deceptive epitome. However, behind her mask hides a hidden flaw. A stain. It was the birthmark on her upper cheek. There she was, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Waiting for love. A pauper he was but a"street rat" was what people would call him. He had stolen his outfit from a proper guest of the party as he wanted to meet the mysterious fair maiden. Masked as well, unrecognisable. By the sight of her, he was spell-bound and captivated. Swooned by her every move, he almost hears her faint whispers humming in a gentle breeze, sweeping him off his feet. Unable to resist not noticing her alone, his heart is compelled to approach her with curiousity, falling for her. Walking to love. She stares at the man before her as his lips moved in request for a dance. He was clothed in fine robes and shoes. A fashionably well-groomed man, charming indeed. Well read yet simple, he seemed to be. He had not acted like how most aristocrats would have, neither snobbish or proud.He was humble and full of the sweetest smiles with two cherry dimples that anyone could have. She could not stop herself from smiling back at him even if she wanted to try. The soft brown hair on his head glowed radiantly like gold thread under the warm lights. His image and character filled her lungs with life, with warmth. She gladly accepted and danced with him, subtly wondering who was this stranger. Wishing it's love. His heart fills with joy as she finally accepts and takes her. Carefully leading and holding her as though she was made of glass. Slowly, the colour of blue sky touches the colour of green grass, their eyes met. Searching each others souls for trust, for hope, for acceptance. While she twirled in circles away from his arms, she slips and crashes to the floor. Lying there unconscious, her mask slipped off and her flaw revealed. He looks at her, shocked and disappointed. The room goes silent. Waking from a dream.
//Friday, October 03, 2008 10:52 PM
Crush - Mandy Moore
You know everything that I'm afraid of You do everything I wish I did Everybody wants you, everybody loves you I know I should tell you how i feel I wish everyone would disappear Every time time you call me, I'm too scared to be me And I'm too shy to say Ooh, I got a crush on you I hope you feel the way that i do I get a rush When I'm with you Ooh, I've got a crush on you A crush on you You know, I'm the one that you can talk to And sometimes you tell me thing that i don't want to know I just want to hold you And you say exactly how you feel about her And I wonder, could you ever think of me that way Ooh, I got a crush on you I hope you feel the way that i do I get a rush When I'm with you Ooh, I've got a crush on you A crush on you Ooh, I wish I could tell somebody But there's no one to talk to, nobody knows I've got a crush on you A crush on you, I got a crush You say everything that no one says But I feel everything that you're afraid to feel I will always want you, I will always love you I've got a crush... |
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