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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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//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. |
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