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Monday, September 25, 2006

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#-Who are you?

What are friends for?
Do they want to and enjoy talking to you?
Is your company a pleasure?
Or do they always expect you to start a conversation?
Perhaps always be the one to ask them out.
What are expectations?
Are they even justified?
Is it even right to expect?

Well friendship should be a 2-way process I believe. Both parties have to initiate at different times, and although I try not too have too many expectations of people, it's always nice to feel and know that you are appreciated. But then there's always basic courtesy that I expect. At least reply a message or a simple 'thank you'. Isn't this expected of anyone, and thus, more so for a friend? Or does it mean that being friends allows one to forego all these manners?

So then what are you, if you don't even reply my messages? What happened to being considerate and polite? Is being busy an excuse to be rude? Even when I'm busy, I try to make it a point to at least reply messages, but can you say the same for yourself? If I may be allowed to be proud, then perhaps I'm one of the few real men around, who actually take the trouble to initiate instead of lazing around and waiting for people to come to me.

But which "you" am I referring to? Are you sure it is yourself? Think again. Perhaps you're not even important enough for me to write about you, or maybe you frustrate me too much and I have no choice but to write about you. HA.

I need to talk, to swoon, to rant, to flirt. I need interactivity, not just passive writing as in a blog. I want to dance, to jump, to grin, to move. I want to be close to you, your hand in mine, bodies moving in perfect harmony.
I have to think, to feel, to know, to live. I have to rekindle emotions, for that makes he human.

So who are you? No, not only who but also what are you?

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