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Everything Forbidden Becomes Desirable......

Joanne Nicole Wee
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Verbal Diarrhoea

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The others

Jem
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Nim
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Frozen in time



Friday, September 18, 2009

The world i live in consist of people striving and achieving as much as they can in the shortest possible time. we do that not because we wish to compete with the rich, we do it because we want to see how far we can push ourselves and to ultimately purchase our incessant wants and needs without robbing a bank.

The thing is, is it wrong to want to fufill your dreams? and isn't it normal when the frustration sets in when you don't get what you want within the time frame you set for yourself? Some people are born lucky, others are born to be surviours while the rest are meant to be in this world to remind us what not to be.

I look at my mum sometimes and believe me, i wish i could give her a very comfortable life. I wish she can work like she don't need the money. I wish i could support her financially so that she can go ahead and take up courses, dance & singing classes, go on endless holidays and finally retire. People say i'm too hard on myself, that i give myself unnecessary stress. But have they ever wondered why i complain? Have they ever stop to realize that when you race against time, you get tired, and all you need is for someone to keep pushing you, to force you to strive beyond your potential. or to at least be encouraging abt it.

What they fail to see is that my parents scrimped and saved for my education, i could have turn out to be some scumbag or bum whichever is trendier nowadays, but they did the "bite the bullet and go" mentality in order to put me through university. I felt that it is my utmost duty to earn as much as i can in the shortest possible time. But how? I am my worse enemy because i let my emotions control me(:

Recently, everyone seem to be owning car(s). I have been labeled as materialistic because i want to buy a mini cooper and i splurge on my clothes. i dont understand the logic. If i earned it, why can't i choose to spend on what i want? I never asked or used my parent's money ever since i started working. Everyone who knows me are aware that i wanted a mini ever since university days and that was like 5 years ago, when mini coopers weren't even the trend. I do admit i want a mini so badly that it is almost suffocating me, but i ain't going to my parents am i?

And then there are others who has viewed me as a very angry individual. I'm not angry, I probably am always too hard on myself, and at times i do like things to be served on a sliver platter for once.Just once? I'm actually nice and patient and caring and all things good, but along the way, my dreams got destroyed, tarnished, bent, prod, laughed upon, frowned upon and stomped on. It is beyond the word marred. So forgive me for being slightly coarse in my language and for my middle finger to fly sky high ever so often. Don't you think that sometimes i want the same things as you, you or you but it's just that you have to flip it and rotate it around and it becomes the same damn thing except from a very odd angle, since i'm sort of a quaint individual anyway.

So to those who decided that criticising me was the way to go, watch me achieve it.


And you should know that you are life in my veins.

11:47 PM
In the words of jo
Thursday, September 17, 2009

sometimes i dont know if i should wack jem on the head, or hug her because she can be so blur.. Here's a conversation i had with her via MSN.

Jo: jem, what's a detailed CV?

-after 10 thousand years-

Jem: oh! your resume

Jem: with many details

Jo: jem

Jo: THANKS

Jem: No problem!

Jo: Jem!! *exasperated* i was being SARCASTIC!

-No reply from Jem-

FAIL FAIL FAIL!

5:22 PM
In the words of jo
Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Furry/ shelly friends you find around Havelock Rd


Lil Jo attempting to escape from her washing bowl..


Apparently a litter of kittens called this little space their home and while walking back from my caffine fix, i found them sprawling around..


This cutie decided that playing hide and seek was the way to go! Spot her(:




But as long as you happy, I'ma tell you this
you're the one that I will always miss

10:30 AM
In the words of jo