And it all begins...

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Hi I'm Farah Afiqah. It does not really matter how you choose to pronounce it. I'm 19.
Speak, think and live easy. Indecisive and gullible but I don't need anyone to make choices for me. What really matters is what I do with what I have. At times, I love to hear things that makes no sense at all. Its stress-free. Treat me right and I'll learn how to clique with you.
This is my blog, my say. Everything I express here, is purely from the bottom of my heart. Have fun reading! xoxo

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Why can't we just be ourselves?

F R I E N D S

Companion. Soul mate. Best friends. Buddies. Pals.

It is not really of importance what we call them but what actually matters is the bond, the times, the memories we share.
When it comes to friendship, personally I don't expect much. What really matters most is...

Honesty. Care. Love. Treasure.

Real friends don't babble behind your back.

Neither will they keep something away from you.

Nor keep mum about something they are downhearted with.

Now I'm not assuming that the circle of friends that I'm surrounded with, is doing that to me.
But it has come to my dismay that the people in the society now, have the capability to criticize someone in a
treacherous manner and not realizing that they do it while feigning friendship.
Its alarming how you can put on a false front while us on the other hand, trusted you so much.

Why? Why can't you just be yourself? Why do you go around pretending?

What's the advantage of backstabbing? Do you like being called a despicable person?

Sometimes I wonder... Youths these days.

They beat around the bush all the time.

Having a motive behind closed doors.

W H Y? Is it just human's nature or is it just for entertainment?

This is just something I came up with randomly for me to ponder on...