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...

Story of my life

My parents are very stern with me. I've never dared to go against their rules.

Not that I'm afraid. I just know that its not going to be a better solution.

Never ran away nor stay overnight without their permission.

I'm not the kind of girl that can go home as and when she please. Treating the house like a hotel.

I have a curfew to abide by and my parents often remind me that they resort to this way to instill strong discipline in me so that when I grow up, I'll learn to appreciate the word, freedom. I've always tried to detest and tried my luck over again to allow them to give me some space or perhaps more time to go out with my mates.

Its not easy. Not easy coping with my curfew when all the people around me can just go home as anytime they want. It upsets me at times when my parents don't really comprehend the idea of teenagers going out late at night. I keep telling myself over and over that its only going to be a while but it hits me sometimes when I'm 19 and still having the trouble to stay out late. Sigh. This is not the only issue I'm facing...

Every darn time we argue, they will simply just ask me, " Money or Freedom? "

Well, its pretty obvious that I'm smart enough to choose money right?

I'm still schooling and without money, I think I would be paralyze.

They never fail to buy me with money. Money money money. Getting tired and sick of it. 

Lucky that I'm always having this positive mindset of mine!

On the brighter side, my boyfriend has always been constantly telling me that having freedom is not such a big deal because usually it will just end up to be like the normal kind of outing that I expect it to be. Its not that I can't go out at all. I still have the privilege to club, go home in the morning(considered lucky enough) but I have to ask in advance. In life, nothing is fair and we will never be satisfied. I assumed its good enough that I can still go out though.

No wonder they say, Money can never buy happiness.

Well, I guess for the mean time, this is me. This is the how I am being brought up like.
I'm not saying that I'm miserable being in this family. I'm always blooming with happiness.
The only problem is that I WANT TOTAL FREEDOM. That's all.

I'm sure patience is a virtue. My day will come. 

And when it comes, I shall embrace that day because it will be the day that I'll be waiting for my entire life!

Always love allowance day.
Loving the money that replaced my freedom. Lol.