it is just plain weird.
i've been having weird dreams associating with long forgotten people i barely give a flying kite.
it is just so weird that this fella just kept appearing in my dreams everyday doing and talking about weird things.
it is just so plain weird.
this is a plain weird entry.
i'll see you, this winter?
st. mary cathedral from hyde park
i don't know architecture, what i can say is it is breathtakingly amazing
carvings
trying to take an artsy fartsy picture
life is painfully boring without stalking.
balls commented that i need to stop stalking people and find something better to do.
come to think about it, is it even my fault to make stalking my favourite time-passing activity. damn, everyone now is like an exhibitionist. the best thing is that these exhibitionists are not even close to an amateur, every single minute they are plotting the best ways to whore themselves, like:-
posting pictures of their drunk faces on facebook.
sharing updates like they bought a brand new bag, pair of shoes, getting a new ink or some stupid conquest.
tweetering about the time they saw a cockroach beside their bed.
boasting about the amount of they spent on a dinner and heck, some even showed the receipt trying to prove to all of their friends that they can spend more than you can imagine.
not to mention other random blogs sharing stories like how powerful their sexual partner can be and the number of times they had sex in one night. some even go to the extent elaborating the number of thrusts.
how can i not be fun stalking these exhibitionists screaming and moaning over their oh-big-deal-snippets of life? can you blame me for developing such an unhealthy liking given almost everyone around me are deliberately practicing this behaviour just to attract my attention?
afterall being graced with public attention is their ultimate purpose. i am just doing a kind act by showering these exhibitionists with tremendous interest.
sometimes i do feel that i am so lucky to live in this generation, with the existence of the internet. this just make stalking right.
good news is, i am not dead.
i stop blogging because i've been religiously watching house whenever i have time.
damn, it is addictive.
in case you are wondering why am i still awake at this god damn hour.
yes, it is all house's fault.
if there is no new entry up in the next three weeks, i may be dead.
or perhaps on the verge of barely surviving.
so everyone, you can make a difference by sending me a text message, or buzz me in msn, or the better, ask me out for breakfast / lunch or dinner.
or if you really love me, you can schedule a massage session for me.
please do these before everything is too late.
bahhhh...
