hey look, i love to show you my drunk ass face!

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.