the pains of facebook
dear Lord, stop me from stalking.

i have been the biggest stalker. i stalk every one on my list. okay, maybe some who are not on my list. i cannot take it anymore.

the problem about facebook is that it supports voyeurism. why would i want to look into the life of a stunningly beautiful friend whom i lost contact with who is, BY THE UNFORTUNATE WAY, a hot pretty air stewardess now? i do not want to look at anything through her eyes because my eyes are going green from mould.

i do not want to see her peektures (ahem) of her travels to switzerland, sweden, london (Lord, save me) and the likes. I DON'T WANT TO SEE THAT.

well, i am certainly not envious because i am rather happy with what i have now. you know, studies, ntu, lots of books, good tuition kids... did i mention LOTS of books? and oh, i feel happy enough seeing the Universal studios in singapore. who cares about united states, really. like REALLY.

it is precisely times like this when i ask myself how contented i am. the answer ain't holy at all. i seriously feel like laughing at myself in the face. GAH!