Mislike me not for my complexion...- Prince of Morocco (Merchant of Venice)
This is just something that has been circulating around myspace, and I thought to myself, "Why not put it as an entry in your blog Anak Pak Man?"
And so, here it is..
"FAKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food.
REAl FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
REAl FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up ... but that shit was fun!"
FAKE FRiENDS: have never seen you cry.
REAl FRiENDS: cry with you
FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days and then give them back.
REAl FRiENDS: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.
FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.
FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowd's ass.
FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.
REAl FRiENDS: Would walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"
FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile.
REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.
FAKE FRiENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Will knock the fuck out of them."
That is all..
Owh, and another thing. I'll be posting on the Outreach programme soon enough..
Just sit tight boys and girls!