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Thursday, February 07, 2008

boyfriend

What does this word really mean?
well i guess too much time really got me thinkin.
what's a boyfriend?
what's the role of a boyfriend?
what can or cant he do.
what should or shouldnt he do.
what he's suppose or not supposed to know.
when he should or shouldnt be there.
how am i suppose to feel with him?
how am i suppose to react towards his actions?

what makes a perfect boyfriend then?
idk.
i myself know that i'm not a good girlfriend either.
i get pissed off easily.
i get angry easily.
i get hurt easily.
i cry easily.
i find it hard to uderstand ppl,
but expect ppl to understand me.
i dont like listening to ppl nor ppl pressurising me,
yet i still do it to ppl.
oh wait.
the most important one.
i dont have time for the boyfriend.
how do i know?
i dont have to be reminded off every single day.
yes2.
i'm busy working cos i have ten kids to attend too.
meet me when you are FREE.

as hard as it may seem to believe,
i'm trying my best to adjust with all the changes.
adjusting to suit people's needs.
what people want me to be.
but its not so *plain sailing*.
and you breathing down my neck,
is definately not helping either.

i slowly found myself absent minded.
and what i feel?
its hard to tell.
even harder then finding a needle in a haystack.

there's only a week of school left.
but i'm way behind then i thought i had been.
i'm dead.
i need to be able to make it for my major proj next sem.
i have to.

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