My Roommates

I received a comment last night from Ah Bong,
asking me why i hate and like my roommates at
the same time.

Sure, i have a crush on one of them,
and sure, i kinda like them,
because they care for me, buy food for me,
ask me to visit their hometowns etc.

It's just, sometimes, i felt,
neglected. It's like, whenever they talk to me,
it never got far from what i'd like for dinner
or where i'd like to have dinner, or
asking for help in their homeworks which
due that very HOUR it's suppose to be handed in.

Sometimes, things do get a fresh turn,
them talking on their personal stuff.
Like...this cute girl, that cute girl,
family, this and that. Which annoys me.
I mean, hello, yeah, i a a nice guy,
and i know i always listen, but does anyone listen to
yours truly talking about my problems before?

And things are even worst whenever they talk about
sports, i'd get totally left out, as if i'm invisible.

See the point of my love-hate relationship with them?
They talk to me when there's SOMETHING,
but ignore me when there's gossips and sports.
Although i'm glad about the sports part,
as wouldn't have to endure the pain of listening to
testosterone induced stuff.

But please,
ask what and how i feel sometime.
I am a foreigner, who is gay,
who hates sports, who has a relatively small
socializing scale, and a quiet personality.
Those mentioned above are enough to
warrant me all the rights to
have someone to blabber to.

But no, instead,
i have to listen to THEM!!!!