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ºWhatever Rocks Your Soulº
Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.Sam.
PROFILE.
Name: Samuel Lim Yu Jun

Birthday: 1st September 1992

School: Anglo-Chinese School (Barker Road)

Contact: lim_yu_jun@msn.com

RULES
• Do not rip anything off..
• No vulgarities.
• No spamming.
• Please tag before you leave.
Thank you, and goodbye.

VOICE


CLOSE TO MY HEART
  • Chloe
  • Caleb Lim
  • Nic
  • Sherylene
  • Karen
  • THE PAST
    September 2006
    October 2006
    November 2006
    December 2006
    January 2007
    April 2007
    February 2008
    March 2008
    April 2008
    May 2008
    June 2008
    July 2008
    August 2008
    September 2008
    October 2008
    November 2008
    December 2008

    ? CREDITS
    To The Person Who Made The Skin.

    27
    Monday, August 04, 2008 @ 8/04/2008 07:52:00 PM
    I'm only hoping that our lives intertwined in a more intimate way,
    our time coincided every single day.
    But its 27
    27 if efforts for thursday don't bring the desirable outcomes to full fruition,
    life must still go on no?
    well, to be honest, even though you were here, I have no one to lean on, slowly 1-by-1 everyone has been leaving me, from the closest to the least of my closest friends.
    everyone has slowly faded from my sight, no one to help me turn wrong into right.
    I have nobody that I feel comfortable in confiding anymore, I am not getting responses, expected outcomes.
    If only you could read my heart like a crystal, every single flaw, shine, curve, detail. I only try to do unto others what I hope others would do unto me.
    But, I understand, I hope I do.
    Even I have people whom I don't confide in, people who talk to me but I don't reply them the way I reply those I want to talk to.
    And this is my wish, "I pray that I'll be someone you can confide in, believe in, trust in, and I will be the one whom you know you can lean on in times of trouble."

    Though when you lean on me, I won't have anyone else to lean on, but its fine.
    Me and You, with God above. That's all we need, or shall I say, I need.

    If only you could read every weave and braid in the fabrications of my heart
    you would understand what I'm feeling and I hope you would act in another way.