One of the most disappointing things in life is to find out that people we thought were friends turned out to be not so.
I got a fair share of that.
What to do....that's how life is.
Normally, we found out about our fake friends when we were not doing well in life.
Not many will want to be our friend when we were down.
Very few will stick with us through thick and thin.
I understand this very well.
Yet, I'm not good when it comes to identifying my genuine friends and those who are fakes.
I just treat them all the same.
As the Malays said, berbaik sangka.
I only really knew who were what among my friends when I'm in trouble.
The last time I was in a tight spot a few years ago, I realised that I actually have only a handful of genuine friends.
Some of these few were not even really close to me previously, yet they were sincere and helped me a lot.
Others, whom I thought were my best friends and cared a lot for simply disappeared when they knew I was not doing very well anymore.
Well, as it turned out, some of them are even actually my enemies.
They sticked knives behind my back.
But it's okay. I learnt my lessons on that one.
At least I know now who are my real friends.
They are very few indeed.
In a way it's good because I don't have to spend too much time on friends as I only have very few of them....hahaha
Anyway, being in love is also like that, actually.
The genuine one is quite rare.
Nine out of ten guys who say the word "love" are fakes.
The fakes only want to fuck you.
Not love you.
Or they only care about your money.
Trust me on this.
Not in the mood, okay.
Anyway, why the hell should I care too much about the nonsense.
I'm just rambling here because I can't sleep.
I better smoke another cigarette.