in your FACE
One of the perils of living in the 21st century is how easy it is for people to get hold of you.
“Where were you this morning?’ my mother demanded accusingly the other night, staring at me across our dinning table. “You weren’t picking up your phone.”
I looked from my dinner and blinked. “I was in a meeting. Why?” “I just wanted to know what you were doing. Why didn’t you answer your phone?” She repeated.
I ignored her. And my dad constantly stuffed food on her bowl of rice. And last few weeks ago, before I became an official sucker. I’ve been getting a lot of emails inviting me to join Facebook.
Q: What’s a Facebook?
A: A meat market for sad single desperates… OR it’s a social network. You can meet friends from all over the world.
I scanned through some of these individuals; they have friends that lined up to 893! Not even the Pope knows that much people! Sometimes, I get dizzy flipping from one screen to the other as I read my messages!
It’s bad enough that complete stranger can now call me on my mobile to sell me dodgy holiday home packages and useless insurance policies. But to be available on an extra six channels which 893 people can get hold of you?
How it is humanly possible to stay in touch with so many people? So, does it mean if I look at their pictures to see if they are hot and what their hobbies are. And if I like them, I give them a poke.
And then?
An xxx fellow came up and whispered to me.
“And then, they poke you back! And if they live in the same city as you, you might actually do some actual poking!”
I sighed.
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