Loud mouths. No balls.

people have so much to say about everything.

we bitch about everyone.

we comment about everything.

we complain about every situation.

that's what humans are good at.

a lot of talk.but no action.

so have u ever experienced hearing "Feedback" about yourself from someone else?

by someone else?

this would mean.. you heard it from X. but the comment was by Y. Y told X. X told u.

then have u ever wondered why ppl have the capacity to think about so much critique for you,

spend so much of their limited brain cells coming up with insults,

spending so much of their time analysing everything wrong about you,

but wont have the guts to tell u?

its like discovering a scientific breakthrough for the cure of cancer.. but then not wanting to cure cancer.

you knw another good term for it would be a waste of life.

people who love talking about a particular person and bitching about the person day in and day out.. dont realise wat their actually doing is idolising the person.

i mean its true..they spread stories about that person to ALLL their friends. thats all they talk about. "oh look at her horrible shoes" "i heard shes sleeping with that nerd" "is she seriously wearing a pink bra under a white shirt?"

its like a dedicated monk. chant all day about the same ting. difference is the monk chants about god and goes to heaven. the idiot whos bitching about someone ..well.. goes to hell.

better go become a monk/nun and pray to god rite?

then fast fast die and go to heaven.

do the world a favour.

but then again..who are WE to comment. None of us pray.

kesimpulannye, if you got the balls to talk so much shit about someone, have abit of decency to at least tell it to their face la u knw.

coz ultimately if u want them to change, your fren passing ur comments isnt gonna change anything.

only the person ur bitching about can change his or herself.

so if u tell that person straight in the face about whatever ur sooo unhappy about,

maybe the felle may give a shit and change for the better..

or

turn your face into something everyone else will bitch about.=D

for us tho, this is how much we giva shit to wat you tink.

=D

powchikapowpow.

the screwed up species of humans

from this generation of humans,

its so easy to see

just how shallow so many people really are.

how fake friends can be.

and how difficult it is to understand humans.

real friends are hard to find.

that phrase is the solid truth.

u may consider a group of 20 ppl ur friends.

u probably mamak with them every other night.

meet up at uni everyday the moment you reach.

sit together, walk together, eat together, toilet together.

all if takes is some one to say someting bad about u..

how many of them will stand up for you?

ur lucky if there are 2.

most people who move in huge groups are really just..

sad confidence deprived people.

in a group, they're strong.

pick them out, i assure u, they'll crumble.

they get their confidence from the group.

once again, take them alone.. u'll c how ez they are to tear apart.

have you ever noticed how certain people are so dam fake?

like when ur walking with a hot guy, SUDDENLY she's great friends with u.

but if she walks past u when ur alone, pandang pon tak.

u knw y this makes life difficult?

coz then the next time u c that person, u dno whether to smile and acknowledge the dumass or buat bodo.

i have a solution.

buat bodo.(translation: make stupid)

real friends arent difficult to understand.

theres noting to it.

coz they're straight up.

those who are difficult,

dont deserve any bit of your brain power to even tink of whether to smile at them.

yeah so you become stuck up.

so wat?

when someone wants to be a bitch,

b the queen of all bitches.

never ever compromise what you believe in just to fit in.

coz it makes u just as weak as the rest who do.

the idea was never to blend in.

the idea was to stand out.

oh btw... annoying and gelabah people..

need to just die.

there's no help/cure for those sort of ppl.

if they don't die, they'll annoy the rest of the world to death.