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

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Saturday, May 19, 2007
i miss emmanuel. if you look at it now, i can't tell my parents things sometimes, i don't have things to talk with them sometimes, we don't have proper conversations.. my friends are yeah nice friends but i don't feel that close close, you know like someone i can count on all the time? e14 there's just like what: sherlyn, zelina, mabel? i can't talk to the guys of course. school med friends? phey yee? melissa? haha yeah we're pretty good friends, i talk to them about my problems, they care about me. but sometimes, i dont know.. mel is busy with kel of course, phey yee.. i'm not "that" close, like i don't feel that very close connection sometimes.. probably because she doesn't really have probs herself? or rather she doesnt tell me much la. and i just don't feel that close with her. nothing wrong with her of course. sigh.

emmanuel's the only one. it feels great, knowing there's someone backing you up somewhere. someone who you can count on. it's probably hard to believe i'm "lacking friends". but oh well. i'm happy with my emmanuel. i'll crash if i lose him i think. sigh. but this is what love is. you've stolen or rather, i've given you my heart.

thank you for always being there for me, talking to me, finding out how i am, just knowing everything about me. thank you for loving me, thank you for always backing me up, thank you for being so sensitive, thank you for being part of my life.

i love you so much. i don't want to be such a serious girl, always being so "sentimental" and all that.. but i really mean every word of i miss you. i don't say things for fun. it really comes from my heart and goodness why am i crying. i'm going to get us legal man. my parents are going to have to allow us. God help me.

pray my wish comes true.

8:45 PM.