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

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Tuesday, April 3, 2007
i teared today while talking to him
thankfully he didnt see.
i was so torn, didn't know what to do!
we went quiet again, and i didn't know if i should say something to do with myself, or probe into last night's thing?
he was so excited over his dota again.
not his fault of course, but i don't know whether i should spoil the mood thing.
should i ask about yesterday's thing?

at least he said hi dear the first thing when i spoke to him..
things seem normal. but are they?
i don't know. god help me. redeem myself.

i need to study too. i'm lagging AGAIN. shit rachel.

oh yah, academics officer? what the.

8:01 PM.