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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



Friday, April 20, 2007

aft work im off to get my mango white jacket, yay.
then have dinner and have drinks at new asia bar.
this is the life i tell you..

sat..
might cut my hair...
must be shuai shuai for audrey cos im meeting her and jody tan! to watch some play which audERy claims its nice.

2hrs and counting before i knock off(:
i need to sit the damn cable car soon and eat yum cha soon and go on a short short holiday sooon and nua with someone who will nua with me and watch dvds..(:

I've held my breath
Walked on shells, hoped for the best
What the future holds, I don't know
I've gotta stand up
Dust myself off
Just for now
When you gotta leave, it makes you wanna stay
Cause life is so subjective
I think my pain, and I wanna protect it
Never blinds me, always reminds me
There's so much more to see

3:21 PM
In the words of jo



Thursday, April 19, 2007

hl refused to buy donuts home for me but offered to buy for audrey
for reasons i cannot state here.
boo hoo..
im craving so badly for dunkin donuts. .
the powdery sugar ones with strawberry filling.. haiyah...
why did i try it at Bangkok again?


on a lighter note,
i think people with xia lan face but with good dress sense intrigues you, and when u realise that they are all soft inside, you melt. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww*
i realised tt today, and jamie, tt could have been your eye candy ..hahahaha..but too bad...AND im developing major sore throat due to gobbling down too many oreo wafer sticks n inhaling very harmful smoke 3times a day. hahah . blame it on my new found friend, she makes me inhale them together with her. (:


I just came to say goodbye
I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine
But I know it's a lie

4:42 PM
In the words of jo



Wednesday, April 18, 2007

i like being around you.
OOooPs..............
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA


May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.

1:05 PM
In the words of jo



Monday, April 16, 2007

thank you audERy for enlightening me about my dreams..
love you many many...
hahaha


I've picked out a couple of key words.
- back
- whip
- blood
- wound
- cab
- hands
- hug

ok, here goes

Back
To dream of your back, represents your attitudes, strengths, burdens and stance in the world. It may also relate to stress and pressure that someone is putting on you.
To see a naked back in your dream, symbolizes secrets that you may have kept from others or aspects of yourself that you have kept hidden and shielded away. Consider the pun, "watch your back!"; this dream may be telling you to do just that. Traditionally, seeing a back in your dream, forewarns that you should not lend money to anyone. In particular, lending money to friends will cause a rift in your relationship.

Whip
To see a whip in your dream, symbolizes punishment and an abusive situation. It also represents unhappiness, unfortunate circumstances and to a certain degree, shame and guilt. Alternatively, it may indicate that you need to exercise more control over your life. You need to have more discipline.

Blood
To see blood in your dream, represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments.
To dream that you are bleeding or losing blood, signifies that you are suffering from exhaustion or that you are feeling emotionally drained. It may also denote bitter confrontations between you and your friends. Your past actions has come back to haunt you. Women often dream of blood or of someone bleeding shortly before or during their periods and when they are pregnant.

Wound
To see a wound in your dream, is symbolic of grief, anger, and distress. You are looking to be healed.

Cab
To dream that your are hailing a cab, suggests that you need to ask for help in order to be able to move forward in some waking situation.

Hands
To dream of your hands, represents your relationship to those around you and how you connect with the world. Hands serve as a form of communication. Perhaps you need to lend out a helping hand to someone. In particular, the left hand symbolizes your graciousness and feminine, receptive qualities. And the right hand symbolizes masculine, active attributes. It may also be a pun for some decision or something being "right" If your hands are injured, then it denotes an attack on your ego. If you dream that you are holding hands with someone, represents your connection with that person. Your dream may also reflect anxieties about losing touch with him/her or that you are drifting apart.

Hugging
To dream that you are hugging someone, symbolizes your loving and caring nature. You are holding someone or something close to your heart. Alternatively, it may indicate your need to be more affectionate



losing you has been my greatest fear,
you have been the one i called affectionately as my dear.
i miss hearing you mouth the words baby,
when will i one day hear those words from you which is meant for me.
the continuous nights i cry myself to sleep
oh how my poor heart bleed.
my soul feels like its mutilated,
sometimes i cry till im all sedated.
hope one day you will understand
that i want nothing more than to hold your hand.
i miss you lying on my shoulders,
with tt familar scent it always lingers
but now that ur gone,
how do i tell you im sorry i was wrong.
- jnw-

1:30 PM
In the words of jo



Sunday, April 15, 2007

my post is dated wrongly it shd be today sunday 15apr..
never go out with janice, kellyn n jamie cos they make you drink many shots even when you show them a very pitiful face. if one shot was not enough, they will gamely buy 6more to make you cringe more. the drink tasted like oral B mouth wash n i was not spared. thank god for United game i was able to stay rooted in my seat n not attempt to stand up lest i collapse. yes, i'm not a hell of a drinker, and i had gastric last night before i stepped into the club. very good. so when the drink went down, i cld feel my stomach burnnnnnnn.. ouch* in the end me n janice went out to buy water. to dilute the effects of the drink. and one long slow fag. yucks to ugly green shots.


then i went to bed, and i had a wierd dream. i dreamt i was scourged 45times, tho now i keep wondering if it was 25times. yeah i was scourged, and my back was bleeding like hell. and it was so damn fucking painful. its the kind tears flowed out instantaneously and my back was covered with open wound, flesh so raw i cldnt wear my shirt back. what was scary was that the whole dream seemed so much like Jesus being scourged..


then the dream went like you came to seek permission to take me home. i cried like a baby when i saw you and you told them u want to take me home and tt the whipping be stopped. they let me go and we took a CAB home, how wierd we took a cab. but anyway you held my hand and told me not to be scared and you mother hen-ed me.. and i was so comforted that things were coming back to normal with u and me that even the pain seem so insignificant. we pass by the 101 blk and i got off the cab, you held my hands and hug me saying all will be fine but you cldnt kiss me cos there was someone else in the back seat of our cab, the cab is like a SUV cab. in the end we cld only hold hands really tightly and u told me to take care of myself and that you be there soon or smtg to tt effect. and then the dream vanished and i woke up.

i got up and it felt so wierd. i checked my back to see if got anytg. but obviously my back had nothing. but the whole dream was too wierd.. so wierd.. scourging, 45times, you saving me, we held hands. thats it. hmmmm... can someone interpret for me?


Why shouldn't we be with the one we really love?
baby, im perfect for you.

12:09 PM
In the words of jo