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I’m getting alittle pissed off with some of the people in here. Sorry to say that but that’s how I feel, towards certain cases which I’ve came across. Sometimes they really ought to think, why do people add them but do not reply to their mails. It’s all about human nature. They like you, they’ll write to you, they finds you alright, they’ll keep you in the list. If they reply, good. If they don’t, don’t persist and act like a pest or rather whine like a swine!  And what’s so big deal about that, which deserved to make such a big hoo-ha? Why do people in here have to bring this up instead of talking about something which are far much more important and is revolving around us everyday?

If those people out there really wants to seek sincere and so-call real friends, frankly speaking, there aren’t much to be found, be it in here or out there in the real world. Face it people! Sometimes you get a handful and sometimes you don’t.

Question, how many real friends do you think you have in your own pack of friends? Before you point at your fingers at others, go look at yourself in the mirror first. I, strongly believed that, in everyone of us there is an ugly patch. Weird thing is? You think you’re not a bit like those "ugly" people out there but in actual fact, you are just one of them. The only difference between you and the rest is, you expressed the ugly side in another manner, unintentionally/intentionally.

His words kept ringing in my head "Do you think we will still be behaving in such a way when we’re 70 years old?" People! Think straight, it’s not a porn blog here! It’s just only a snuggling session in between two slab of fats! Okie, it may sound disgusting to some of you but then, I like it that way! ha!

Back to that ring in my head, I just can’t stop smiling to myself whenever that sentence popped out from nowhere in my head. Not that I’m thinking of marriage (anyway, I don’t have the time to put that thought across my head), I’m trying to imagine how would it be like when I’m 70 years old. Would I still be as weird and as child-like? Or I would be just like any other old grannys, sitting at the void-deck talking to strangers? Or would I be in those Line Dance group, trying hard to break my own bones and teeth? Seriously, I just can’t wait to be 70! It would really be hilarious to see myself acting like a kid, snuggling with that someone special on the couch and making funny noises and faces when I’m full of white hair, with a wrinkly face and a denture which never stays in place whenever I laughed! ha!