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Its been a while since we last met,
The years have passed us by...
I still cherish your hopes and dreams,
Though I wonder if you'd remember mine...
I remember orange is your colour,
And your shoe size is four...
You never finish the meal you've ordered,
But you'd still turn to me for more...
You're terrified of ghost-stories,
But some melodies would make you weep...
So I stuffed all my pockets with tissue,
To dry your tears if they began to seep...
You said chicken rice must be my favourite dish,
Cause you see me eating it everyday...
Actually I got sick of it long ago,
But I still ordered it anyway...
You love the tips of fried chicken wings,
But enjoyed the rice to a lesser bit...
So I order it whenever you're around,
I took the rice...I gave you the meat...
You suffer from a most peculiar condition,
Aerated water makes you itch...
I think I'm allergic to fruit-juices now,
Cause you always make me finish what you never did...
You struggled with mathematics,
I struggled with everything...
Yet you insist I give you maths-tuition,
How barbaric can you be ?
Haiz...
So I took the scoldings,
To learn from friends well-versed...
To teach you mathematics properly,
While all my other subjects burst...
Somehow we survived till graduation,
But I couldn't make it that day...
I suffered from mental exhaustion,
And a chicken rice-related diarrhoea..that never went away...
Then someone pls tell me.....
Why do I still bleeping* miss you ???
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si diang make our pipi suddenly late nite sui bu zhao come here shi qing hua yi? diang??Originally posted by pipi & poot-poot:
Its been a while since we last met,
The years have passed us by...
I still cherish your hopes and dreams,
Though I wonder if you'd remember mine...
I remember orange is your colour,
And your shoe size is four...
You never finish the meal you've ordered,
But you'd still turn to me for more...
You're terrified of ghost-stories,
But some melodies would make you weep...
So I stuffed all my pockets with tissue,
To dry your tears if they began to seep...
You said chicken rice must be my favourite dish,
Cause you see me eating it everyday...
Actually I got sick of it long ago,
But I still ordered it anyway...
You love the tips of fried chicken wings,
But enjoyed the rice to a lesser bit...
So I order it whenever you're around,
I took the rice...I gave you the meat...
You suffer from a most peculiar condition,
Aerated water makes you itch...
I think I'm allergic to fruit-juices now,
Cause you always make me finish what you never did...
You struggled with mathematics,
I struggled with everything...
Yet you insist I give you maths-tuition,
How barbaric can you be ?
Haiz...
So I took the scoldings,
To learn from friends well-versed...
To teach you mathematics properly,
While all my other subjects burst...
Somehow we survived till graduation,
But I couldn't make it that day...
I suffered from mental exhaustion,
And a chicken rice-related diarrhoea..that never went away...
Then someone pls tell me.....
Why do I still bleeping* miss you ??? 
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General impression, I think this is a very interesting poem. It makes me smile.
Thanks for the read.
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