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Everything Forbidden Becomes Desirable......
Joanne Nicole Wee
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Verbal Diarrhoea
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The others
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Jon
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Frozen in time
Friday, July 25, 2008
It's been awhile since i blogged.
So much have happened since..
My uncle (dad's brother) passed away on 9 July 2008 from liver cancer.
I still remembered how me and my brother used to make fun of him.
you see, whenever we visited our grandmother during a festive occasion, he will be there and he never failed to ask the
same question
every single time he saw us. Its as though we kept failing and we were forever in secondary 3 or something. it's funny i guess? no?
Every year
uncle to bro:
Jonathan, you this year sec 1 ah?
Bro to uncle:
uhh no this year i sec 3 already..
Uncle to jo:
Joanne you sec what? Sec 4 ah??
Jo to uncle:
!?!?!??!?! uhh uncle im in JC/Uni/Working already. (depending on which year he asked me)
So even after i started work, he still thinks im studying..
but yeah other than that, we dont really talk much to him...
According to my other uncle (sunny), he said that about
10 years ago
, the same uncle almost died due to prolonged excessive drinking till Mr Liver could take no more alcohol.Blood was coming out from his ass and from his mouth. Doctor said to prepare for the worse, since there was no hope already.
So Uncle Sunny had a dream that night, he dreamt that his aunty, my grand-aunty who had already passed on told him this:
"Sunny, only Mother Mary can help Bobby now.no one else can. Pray to her to ask for her help."
my dying uncle did that.
and you know what.
He was given a second chance at life.
the benefits of praying through her..
Nothing but benefits... i know so because,
i got all the benefits i asked for...
other than my uncle's passing, work has been a bitch..
mock trial's coming up again...
Here we go all over again...
shall scoot off now to finish up before court in the afternoon...
-squiggles off-
The sidewalk is rushing at my head again
I’m lying on the street in the rain and wind
How quickly can you get here, don’t know where I am dear
9:26 AM
In the words of jo
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