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Her.
*rachel lim*
30.05.1989
mgs
trinity college
university of melbourne
snyo
wesley methodist church

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Sunday, March 25, 2007
i left the house for ballarat about 745am!
so early haha..
and at night, i was supposed to meet melanie at arrows.. she needed some help for PBS. she was there when i just got home and was really dead exhausted. only then did she find out that i play violin! haha interesting. anyway, yeah so we went to "ongs" and she bombarded me with tons of questions. when we were done, it was like an hour! so by the time i went back to my room it was about 845pm, had dinner..

i guess, i'm just trying to be nice and didn't really mind her at all, honestly. i thought maybe we could be friends or something genuinely.. but i don't know. whenever she talks, it makes me feel as though she's just putting on a front and all.. like try to be nice but not exactly.. don't know la.

11:57 PM.