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trixie liao; :D
` August 15
` 20
` 165cm ` 55kg
` singaporean.

LOVES
` To Shop ` Surprises ` Travelling
` Gatherings with Friends and Family
` Learning Sports and Languages ` Making New Friends ` Scrapbook
` Pushing past my limits
` My Job; My Kids
` Fun and Excitement
` Just enjoying life
Shopping/ To-do/get List:

❤ iPhone Pink Leather Casing
Mascara
Tigger Soft Toy
Japanese Lessons
❤ French Lessons
❤ Korean Lessons
❤ Violin Lessons
Blusher
❤ DS Lite (Pink)
❤ Leather Sling Bag
❤ Bags
❤ Latin/ Ballet Lessons
❤ Figure Skating Lessons
❤ Pair of White Ice Skates
❤ Oku- the inner palace DVD
❤ Try out casting modelling
Desired.

❤ A Japanese Name
❤ Renovate my room
❤ A New Piano
Frank Muller Crazy Hour Watch
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Credits.
Basecode: Aiyin
Designer: -Shhhh
Background: PURPUR.black
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009, 10:50 PM

The girl who never felt loved.

I know of a girl, who had a complete family with parents. But she just wasn't contented with them. She had never seem to get their attention. She never felt loved enough. They have never tried to stop to listen what she had to tell them. Everything that they said were always right. Nothing she did was ever good enough for her parents. There wasn't any place she could turn to to cry when she is upset. No one to talk to when she wants to share. Not willing to let it go like that, she tries approaching them to talk about it. And she always fails. At times, she would even get a thrashing down for approaching the subject. Being told not to cry when you're upset, or being told to shut up when you just wanted to voice out. Bit by bit, it hurt her emotionally. She felt tortured to stay in home with those 4 walls with no one to speak to. Outside, she looked like one cheerful spirit, but it was just a mask for others to see. Inside, was different. Someone She was just the girl who was always alone. Someone who wished her parents or that special someone would be by her side just to hear and listen those heartaches...

I wonder when she'll ever succeed.

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