I hate it when people put my life into restrictions. You can't do this, you can't do that. It feels like you're trap in this tiny little cage and you can't move about.

That's why I'm anti-religion. It feels great to not follow a pack of rules and do whatever you want, as long as it's not against my conscience. I'm old enough to know what is right or wrong, that's what i thought. Perhaps a religion indeed purifys your mind and provides you a shoulder to lean on during the adversity of life. But i feel that i don't need it, so please don't force me.

Alright, that's why it pissed me off when my aunt came to my house and start blabbering about how wrong it is to use Facebook. She did not mean wrong, she meant morally wrong. Like what, use facebook got problem meh?
Then she started lecturing her son who was checking his friends profiles, saying that he had nothing better to do and is learning bad things from Facebook. For Eg. Porn or sex because he was checking out hot babes pics. I got a little defensive about that, because Facebook is always the second thing i go to when i use the internet, so what her son is doing is what i am doing all the time and i definitely didn't watch porn from Facebook, I swear. Unless you say my friends' faces look like kinky cats.-.-
And i don't think checking out good-looking people pictures is wrong, i always google good-looking people and i don't think I'm that sick in the mind.

So she scolded her son right in front of my face, calling him to remember what the pastor said about his rebellious behaviour. God this, god there. Screaming all her baseless and useless accusations in the name of god. I don't think god is that restricting, right?

I think if she read this she gonna call me a witch again. Oh, the first time she called me a witch happened a few years ago when i watched TV and someone was kissing someone in the lips. I was engrossed in the TV make out, and suddenly i became a witch that puts rats and lizards into big pots.
Apparently i got accidentally too pissed off and blew my top. She stormed out of the house and we became mortal enemies since then. But she still visit my house to visit Grandma, getting a bit restricted when I'm around. Haha, i don't think she's that restrictied now, she's screaming at her children as if it's her house.