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Saturday, March 18, 2006

A poem from WJ

THE DREAM
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The morning sun shines through the window,

Warming the bed as lazy Jie sleeps on his pillow,

In his mind, images of Qi run amok,

She is tugging and tugging at his sock.

Telling him to wake up wake up,

Go and make her some coffee in a cup.

Sleepy Jie ruffles his hair,

And pats his pillows which he bought in a pair.

But Qi is not there because it was just a dream,

She is somewhere else; perhaps eating some ice cream.

A poem as silly as this,

Can only be written by Jie; because he misses something which is his.

Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi....

My wonderful pink pea!
the email i got from wj this morning as i was on my way to collingwood...
it was a very sunny sunday afternoon i must say...compared to yesterday. And i guess the only good thing was that me, jubes and googie all managed to exchange the things which we wanted for...and of cos gals will always be gals, those two ah, couldnt resist a good bargain....the minute jubes was there, she said the clothes were BECKONING TO HER!!!! calling her to "BUY ME BUY ME..."
haha...
oh...i hate the girl who got those 2 beautiful dresses for $3 each! Damn, why couldnt i find it before her! i lost my shopping mood (read: 110% gone!!!) after i saw her grabbing those frocks! SHIT! it was suppose to be MINE MINE MINE!!!!
*sob sob* i hope the 2 beautiful dresses will look horrible on her...anyway, googs said she was a walking stick. oh wells, on second thots she does look like a walking scarecrow.

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