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Everything Forbidden Becomes Desirable......

Joanne Nicole Wee
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Frozen in time



Saturday, September 16, 2006

since no one decides to make any decision or give me any reason to stay
i will make my own decision.
just dont come running back to me when im done.


What makes someone a bastard.
if you have seen someone who have lost every inch of their self-confidence but slowly n finally picking up the pieces which others have so conveniently strewn and trumpled upon. wld you be at least happy that for once in months i have never felt like this in a long time.

Do you know what is it like to love someone?
to protect the person with ur life?
to literally feel like fuck when the person puts you down constantly?
to not touch you?
to not respond?
for you to feel the throbbing pain in ur heart?
to love a person without ever knowing if you get anything in return?

i did.
and i gave up being sorry for myself.
i gave up being the wuss.
i dont want to be treated like a fucked up trash.
and u know what
i wont be treated like one.


If you were mine
I'd be your everything
And you'd be the only thing
That I would ever need (ever need)
If you were mineI would tell everyone
That you are the only one
That I could ever want,
Ohhhh yeahAll the words I sing about
All the letters I write about
The only thing I want to hear about
So can I get closer to you


IF YOU WERE MINE.. IF

3:48 PM
In the words of jo



Thursday, September 14, 2006

i knew what i wanted to blog.
but i sorta lost the mood too.
hmm.

9:59 PM
In the words of jo



Tuesday, September 12, 2006

But when your lips touched my lips,
it felt like I was kissing destiny
Angel eyes with your angel eyes
Will you always be there to hold me
Angel eyes I'm satisfied
I don't want to hear your story
'Cause I can see the thingsI really want to see

7 songs lyrics to sum up how i feel today
dont know what to say anymore.
so i thought of using the songs i heard today to describe it.
but i was right all along.
i could never have been so lucky.
its time for a rampage.

Morning
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
(3hrs of listening to this and fantasizing everytime this few lines repeat itself, somehow i cldnt stop smiling..it was a just dream)

Afternoon
Everytime you're near I feel like I’m in heaven, feeling high
I don’t want to let go, girl.
I just need you you to know girl.
I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,
No promises.
I don’t wanna run away,
I don’t wanna be alone
No Promises Baby,
now I need to hold you tight


Evening/night
We built it up, To watch it fall.
Like we meant nothing at all.
I gave and gave the best of me,
But couldn't give you what you need.
You walked away,
You stole my life,
Just to find what your looking for.


You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
I somehow find, you and I collide
I'm quiet, you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know
I'm always on your mind


Without you can't stop the hurt inside
When love and hate collide
I can tell a million lies
It would come as no surprise
When the truth is like a stranger
It hits you right between the eyes


Oh I miss you, you know
And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two "I'm fine baby, how are you?"
Well, I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
I'm just too far from where you are
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
This was not your dream
But you always believed in me


If I lay here If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
I just know that these things
Will never change for us at all

11:14 PM
In the words of jo



Monday, September 11, 2006

i look forward to every single msg you send.
i smile like crazy when its you.
but i think im living a lie.
am i ever going to be good enough for you.?


i opened my eyes and you were there

11:30 PM
In the words of jo



Sunday, September 10, 2006

scribbled a poem while i was at macs yst.
nothing fantastic but
since HL wanna read it, here it is.

Plethora of emotions
acts like a potent poison
threatening to engulf the already weary individual
why must every path of happiness be like a fruitless duel
i'm walking away from the troubles in my life
the pain's so deep it cuts like a knife
maybe fate desires me to dwell in solitude
but why is my heart struggling with this unceasing feud
sometimes its easier to run than to stay
oh jo, u're turning into a cynic or so they say
she's very much a mystery
she's also very well the cause of this unsettled misery
who can seem to quell my unceasing fears
who will sit beside me to wipe these painful tears
if i told you that you're the girl im looking for
would it still be me that you'd still adore
worlds apart but hearts intertwined
if i look would it still still be your face that i find
im sucked into this vortex of emoiton
why am i always in this senseless delusion
unable to alter this jaded soul
again n again i get suffocated in the same hell hole
Do i make you proud
or am i deluded in my own little shroud
the pain will always be hidden within
the portrait that i painted probably was just only a dream. .

12:35 PM
In the words of jo