Wednesday, August 02, 2006 10:17 pm
Pals and downright bastards
Pals and downright bastards.::When was it??
Ok..First things first. Judging by the title of this entry, one can easily tell that I am pissed as well as feeling rather relieved as well.
The cause?
Friends.
They make or break you. True enough is it not?
There is a Chinese proverb that goes "When you at home, you can rely on your family. But when you enter this wretched society, you can only rely on your friends."
It sounds really corny. Cause, since society is so wretched and diabolicle, then why do we still throw ourselves at it? Never mind. That is another issue. The main point here is friends. Friends, pals, friendships and bastards.
Friends: I have many. Blah blah blah....But those who can really know me well and I emphasis this word "well" are few. Take for example curtis. Marcus? Of the late, I am beginning to have doubts. He is one ars who will place his girl in front of his mates. Fine. I will do the same. But. But. BUT. When he needs help, he insists that his mate be there for him. To provide him with aid. Kinda unreasonable yeh? That's what set me thinking. Maybe I have been too nice, too reliable, too much of a push-over that others are taking me for granted. It's as though that I owe them something. I don't owe you all anything you bloody suckers.
Next. Pals. To me, the term pals is different from friends. Pals are those that will be there when you least expect to be. They seem to pop out of no where. You hardly meet them, but they seem to be there where you least think they would be. Sounds better than being a "friend". Perhaps. But hey, they aren't always there either.
Last but not least. How could I forget. The bastards. Yes, here. You may say that if there were no bad guys, how the f* could there be the goodies? Well. You are both right and wrong. Right--> You need not be bad to make others good. You are who you are. If you are bad, don't make yourself so freaking noble by thinking you are doing the dirty job. Bastards. As for the wrong.. Isn't it kinda evident?
I am ending here.
I got a concert to attend tomorrow and I don't want to spoil my mood over this shit.
Oh yes. To those who had read my earlier posts which has some really really sensitive information. I trust that you will keep your trap shut. If you don't. Gossip. Yes go ahead. But I don't want to hear anything insulting or menacing or I will rip your lips off. I mean it.
::.Yang| Fuming.
The cause?
Friends.
They make or break you. True enough is it not?
There is a Chinese proverb that goes "When you at home, you can rely on your family. But when you enter this wretched society, you can only rely on your friends."
It sounds really corny. Cause, since society is so wretched and diabolicle, then why do we still throw ourselves at it? Never mind. That is another issue. The main point here is friends. Friends, pals, friendships and bastards.
Friends: I have many. Blah blah blah....But those who can really know me well and I emphasis this word "well" are few. Take for example curtis. Marcus? Of the late, I am beginning to have doubts. He is one ars who will place his girl in front of his mates. Fine. I will do the same. But. But. BUT. When he needs help, he insists that his mate be there for him. To provide him with aid. Kinda unreasonable yeh? That's what set me thinking. Maybe I have been too nice, too reliable, too much of a push-over that others are taking me for granted. It's as though that I owe them something. I don't owe you all anything you bloody suckers.
Next. Pals. To me, the term pals is different from friends. Pals are those that will be there when you least expect to be. They seem to pop out of no where. You hardly meet them, but they seem to be there where you least think they would be. Sounds better than being a "friend". Perhaps. But hey, they aren't always there either.
Last but not least. How could I forget. The bastards. Yes, here. You may say that if there were no bad guys, how the f* could there be the goodies? Well. You are both right and wrong. Right--> You need not be bad to make others good. You are who you are. If you are bad, don't make yourself so freaking noble by thinking you are doing the dirty job. Bastards. As for the wrong.. Isn't it kinda evident?
I am ending here.
I got a concert to attend tomorrow and I don't want to spoil my mood over this shit.
Oh yes. To those who had read my earlier posts which has some really really sensitive information. I trust that you will keep your trap shut. If you don't. Gossip. Yes go ahead. But I don't want to hear anything insulting or menacing or I will rip your lips off. I mean it.
::.Yang| Fuming.