Sixteen thousand friends

listening to zhang dong liang's 'Cuo Le Zai Cuo'...

From Mr Friendless, I move on to the extreme end of the spectrum.
The heading on last Sunday's papers caught my eye.
Two sisters with 16000 friends on their Friendster accounts.
I have about one sixty. They have a hundred times more.

Love this quote. In the exact brash, defiant tone of a typical teenager:

"Who only has 1000 friends?"

Ooh. I beg your pardon. You mean it's fashionable to have that many friends?
Sorry honey, seems like you and I come from different schools of thoughts. If I may use garment production as an analogy, yours would be for the masses. Factory produced, low cost, fast and in huge quantity. Some may say shoddy workmanship, but I reserve my comment on that.

I liken my friendship to be limited edition. It takes longer to come up with classic timeless pieces. Like well-tailored clothes, such friends rise to all occasions and withstand the passage of time. You can count on them in good times and bad times. To listen, to bitch, to support, to drink with, even to do stupid things together.
To put it simply, why do people scrimp and save for a LV, Prada, Birkin when $20 apiece bags are everywhere?
Answer: Quality. (ya ya ya, ignoring those with penchant for luxury goods)

I sincerely hope it was a misquote. If the sisters' self-worth was based on the number of friends they have, and the number of profile views they garner per day, that's sad. Wanting to be popular is part of growing up, but letting it become the centre focus of your life is stupidly bizarre.

Anyway, it's impossible for me to get ten thousand friends. Look, the gals put up seductive pictures of themselves in micro-minis on their blogs. I put this:
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My ulcer and inflammed throat! BTW, real friends don't cringe. Hahahaha....