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"Dear two-faced person, I can't seem to decide which face of yours to slap with"


Frankly we often meet those kind of person along the way. So called friend whom stabbed us behind our back, while sugarcoating every sentence that he/she said in front of our face. In my life I learned that not everyone is as kind as I expected them to be. As a mater of fact, I'm tired of expecting.

Ain't it awkward when you typed a sad or angry messenger status, someone texted and asked, "what happened?". At first I replied exactly like what I felt on that moment, and then no further answer. What the.. ?
I was fool once, and I won't do the same mistake. Cos everyone out there mostly just wanna know what's happening in our life. Cos everyone out there mostly won't help when we have difficulties, moreover laughed over our problems. So forget about -no-holds-barred- conversation unless you trust this person with all your heart. You don't want your problem end up in anyone's chat board, do you? 

I'm not being judgmental, cos this happens everytime. I just wanna be more cautious in choosing which one can be called friend and which one frienemy. Beware! Cos just like cockroaches and rats, annoying people are everywhere, following your footsteps. Don't deceive by sweet lips, use your head more than your heart. I'd rather face bitter truths than sweet lies. Life is intricate, so does one's heart.. Nothing is predictable. My advice? Less expecting. 





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Demetrius said…
What is the difference between a good friend and a HATER? A good friend will never spread rumors about you. You can trust a good friend with your private life because they will never betray you. They will never lie or give you bad advice. They will never roll their eyes or laugh behind your back. They will never feel jealous of you. They will never wish for bad things to happen to you. A deceitful friend is your worst enemy... 100% HATER.

Get rid of the FAKE PEOPLE in your life!
June 9, 2011 at 2:12 AM
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