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Sunday, May 21, 2006
So I was talking to my angel just now, and here's what was said.
Her: we are peas in a pod
Me: huh? what u mean?
Her: ure the left shoe im the right
Her: haha no lah
Me: we're not very alike leh
Her: we are not the same anyway
Me: yeah
Her: maybe im the pea ure the pod. you protect me
Her: to get to eat me, people have to peel you away first
Me: lol
Me: in that case, i'd rather be the durian shell
Me: pod is so easily peeled. i'd have poisonous spikes
Me: that shoot out when someone approaches
Me: and detonate with the power of a H-bomb on impact
Me: wahahahahaha
Her: ...
Sometimes I wonder why she's still with me.
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You're the saucer, I'm the cup.
You're the pencil, I'm the lead.
You're the keychain, I'm the key.
You're the CPU, I'm the hard disk.
We belong together~
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You're the pencil, I'm the lead.
You're the keychain, I'm the key.
You're the CPU, I'm the hard disk.
We belong together~
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