
This is gonna be a long post ladies and gentlemen. If you want to read please make sure you have the time. :)
There are times when people feel happy, grief, exploited, angry, insensitive, and so on. Right now I want to talk about the part of being exploited, or being used. What is the sensation of having someone who pretends to be a friend, when they only want you as a tool? Of course, it’s not a good one. What do you want to do about it? Tell the truth? Play it quietly? Or just be dull. That is for you to decide. You will be around him/her for the next year and a half. If you tell him/her the truth then it would be devastating to your journey. Problems would crop up, the effect would be malicious. I can imagine what would happen. Going to class and having to avoid the same face for the next 365 days. Worst comes to worst you’ll have to work with him/her in the same group for assignments maybe. You get the idea. It's just an example. Let’s come to my story shall we? Do take note that the story I’m telling you has connections between the living and the dead. No names will come up and the term “him/her” or “he/she” will be used to allow confusion to pervade. You might want to read it as a “he” or “she” only instead of a “he/she” for smoother reading. And also, I’m actually talking about MORE than one person.
I have this friend of mine who happens to be in the same University. He/She is quite intelligent. Unfortunately he/she brags a lot and it’s making those around him/her uncomfortable with his/her stories. The crowd does not know which one is true and which isn’t. Well it does for me. I have been with him/her for almost a year and I can differentiate which ones are facts and those that are not. It’s not that big of a deal now that you can just think “Yeah sure”, “Hmm, keep going”. But when you get treated like someone who has no emotions, it’s frustrating to the point that you want to kick his/her ass into a garbage dump and let him/her rot. Here comes the part where I complain: Money is an important thing in our world. It’s not like leaves at the side of a road: easy to be found. You cannot expect someone to have lots of money just because he drives an imported car. It’s an OLD car for crying out loud. The same car my dad has been driving for the last 11 years. And just because I live in an area where there are lots of rich people, does NOT mean I am rich! Even I get monthly allowances from my parents. THEY give me the money, I don’t EARN that money. You don’t STEAL money from a friend! If you need money then just ask, if I can support you then by all means I will. If you don’t have money, then save! Don’t spend it like you’re the richest guy in
Dear readers, if you think this is you (partly) then change. To my fellow colleagues who are reading this, it’s just a complaint. If this affects you a bit, then find that bit and transform into a better person.
Signing off
Yours truly.
P/s: If there are any corrections that should be made please comment. I don’t re-read what I wrote. Thanks, and sorry for the long post. One needs a place to open up.
4 comments:
first of all, its not that loongg..hehe,
second, sabar bro..sabar itu kan sparuh dari iman..sparuh lg katne?
third, spit it out!
jgn pendam lelama, nnt meletop...
fourth, aku pun mslh cam ko gak,
lbih kurg arr...bikin panas je org-org cam #$%# nih!
lastly, i know you'll choose cats out of everythin else..haha...
be brave be brave ^^
u sounded like Rose on a bad day
sometimes intelligent means nothing without maturedness and richness means nothing without courtesy..i felt like i'm the he in this post but yet if you have something bad to tell about me please go ahead and tell me what about. you know what kind of person i am right.LoL.lots of day after you have posted this. only the one post that attracted my views to read.(hoho mind my english!)
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