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Everything Forbidden Becomes Desirable......

Joanne Nicole Wee
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Verbal Diarrhoea

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The others

Jem
Jon
VaL
Nim
Audrey

Frozen in time



Thursday, April 01, 2004

I think im getting paranoid when there isnt such a need.. in the process i turn my sytem upside down..i mean why shd i feel this way.. i mustnt be unreasonable or it will lead to a big useless arugement..i see so many this kinda thing happening to my friends before.. yes they want to get their point across but so what!? in the end one storms off and the other is left hanging there like an idiot, hurt n defeated..

i have to learn to be more tolerant..less paranoid.. after all it's better.. tho jem n aud disagree but u know i wouldnt ever want to see you cry.. it sucks.. it tears me up inside.. maybe it's better to have a talk, i mean i have to consider that im 20.. totally different mindset and all.. we have different views of things and different perspectives..that doesnt mean im gona let go of you.. im simply saying that like you, im learning everyday.. to learn to be more understanding.. im not the typical kinda person to flare, i have learn to keep my temper in check.. i wouldnt even lay a finger on you.. true i used to have a fiery temper but with you around i have learn to tell myself, what good can flaring up do.. it prob will kill whatever you good u see in me.. whatever happen yesteray..it shouldnt have happened, maybe your view of me, perfect jo has changed..but at least im showing u im no God.. im a human.. and im glad u understood.. im believing in every word u say.. and i promise to learn from what happened yesterday..but u must understand that someone like tt fucker do not know ITS limit.. just put urself in my shoes or imagine now we switched roles.. it invokes the same feeling simply cos we are human.. sorry i think tt fucker to me has a title of IT and nothing more.. to me it's an IT.. a lower lifeform than me or you..i dont respect or give kind words to pple who go too far... forgive me.. forgive me... the mention of its name still causes my blood to boil.. big time.. but dont worry.. for u.. i will ren.. i will at least try... one day when we look back we can laugh at this silly silly incident.. for now.. lets work at it k.. i need to feel secure.. i need assurance.. thanks for those yesterday... i know u are trying too...i know that.. thank u so much.. =)

Gerri*: hoi! how are u feeling today!? still having tt sickening flu ah?! and hows tt throat of urs..better listen to me and drink lotsa water okay?! dont be stubborn ah!and tk ur med regularly.. must finish the antibiotics..okay im like ur grandma can! but if u dizzy pls go home aft sch N NO track!cos ur under flu medication.. very dangerous.. must get well soon yah!?

Say you'll be mine, say it's forever
The touch of your skin, your arms embracin' me
You keep me alive with the ring on your finger
It told me how much you'll be in love with me


10:04 AM
In the words of jo



Wednesday, March 31, 2004

You cannot change a person's past..u can only help make their future better.. Everyone has a past they wish to either forget or cherish for a lifetime. Many a times it's the former, we wish to erase any traces or memories that are deem to be hurtful, sad or basically a huge mistake.

Yet no matter how much we attempt to erase them, there would be people mentioning it once in a while, we are then thrown back to where we were, reliving memories that are deem too painful or too wrong to even be brought up in the first place.

Loving a person means loving him/her n accepting him/her the way he/she is.. it doesnt matter if in the past she was a whore, or she was abused or she had a bad childhood or she was promiscuous. Does it really matter?! why dig up the past when u know u have no means of changing it anyway!? maybe its a pride thing.. but if i know everything abt your past, it doesnt change anything.. sure i like to know but if only it's told by one's own accord, it feels better, you know that u have gain enough trust n that u r the most impt thing to that person now n not the past..everything takes time.. what more painful memories..hurtful memories.. or memories that shd never have happened..

Personally.. i feel that when i love someone, sure it's hard when tt person does not want to reveal their past, they have their reasons.. in due time it would be made known to you, and it doesnt matter if that person had a horrible past.. i have come to see that love=acceptance.. when u have accepted the person wholly.. u would realise it's easier to trust that person.. hmmm im tyring to preach but ahhh yeah...

Gerri*: heeewoooo!!! hahah! how r u feeling today!?aiyar it was nothing.. u were sick then no one send u home so i be nice n send u lah! keke me angel ah!? my head swelling wo... *beams* thank u ah! keke... anyhow.. dont eat junk food okay!? ur sick xia! junk food would make ur throat get worse... when u get well i buy tons for you okie pokes!? yawn... oh yeah did i tell u i was sniffing like no tmr yest.. then aud thot im sum addict..like my wrist got drug! hahahah... shit... i gota eat lunch... cya!!!

when you turn on your smile
i feel my heart go wild
im like a child with a brand new toy
i get the sweetest feeling
honey the sweetest sweetest feeling
baby the sweetest sweetest feeling
lovin you

girl when you hold my hand
i feel so glad that i could cry
the greater your love the stronger you hold me baby
the stronger your hold the more i need you
yeah with every passing day i love you more in every way

9:48 AM
In the words of jo



Tuesday, March 30, 2004

i have nothing to blog about.. i lost my inspiration..

15consecutive days of bliss... tt's all that is good in my life.. tt's all that matters now... besides my frigging exam nothing else really matter...

why...why... why.... maybe i shd learn from gerri n turn sadistic.. i cant mk it.. im not a sadist.. ahhh...

listen to my heart beat for ya
telling you that i adore ya
if you wanna know how much i feel inside
listen to my heart come closer
let me wrap my arms around ya
theres nothing i can do i'm so in love with you
just listen to my heart


10:10 AM
In the words of jo