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

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Monday, April 2, 2007
will start paying more attention to the things around me.
i just realised i dont really do that.
grow up rachel.

i hate it when i just suddenly realise that i'm childish or immature.
i want to become smarter, not academically..
i want to be more mature, like emmanuel.
i sometimes wonder if i'm really immature and not thinking things or seeing things straight.
haiz.
it just struck me yesterday, that in order to buy clothes, you have to actually imagine the person and the clothes. the prob is, i've never done that before and the worse thing is, i can't do it! sigh, will it slowly come to me? i wanna get him shirts but then i cannot choose! i can't even imagine his face and various shirts.. it's so difficult. my goodness, now i will start looking at clothes differently.

i also realise i don't look at what people wear, as in those people on the streets. i can walk past them and don't know exactly what they were wearing, what colour even.
i don't notice the colour of walls,
structure of the place even..
my goodness, how ignorant.
i'm going to start opening my eyes.
rachel, grow up.

sometimes i wonder, am i being childish, too childish.. maybe he'll get sick of me? or is that funny part what keeps us more interesting? i don't know. as he said, we are more childish than gab and his ex-gf. not really a gf also actually. they kind of broke up on the first date.. dont know what happened. apparently he's sleeping at 830pm, which to me, is quite weird. either he's really tired, or.. like me, very depressed, when i sleep early. when i'm troubled, or things dont go right, i want to lie in bed and sleep. oh well.

hope all is well.
god, heal me please?
my blocked nose is cutting my oxygen supply..
the thing which kept appearing in my mind was, how can me a medical student, who was sitting in the clinic just now, be sick? so ironic.

we aren't perfect people
just at most, perfectionists..
it's true.

8:38 PM.