I hate my mom.
Seriously.
Nag nag nag nag nag nag nag nag.
FUCK.

Stupid fuck.
I'm washing my hands off liao lah.
Monday Karthik says he'd be bringing knifes and stuffs.
Ammar bringing poles and bricks.
But I just don't know.
It is their problem, must we interfere?
I know we have the ability.
But must we action it infront of everybody?
Why go to such extent with that gay?

Dreams. LOL.
I went to SHC's website and went to hear their audio sermons.
HAHA.
I looked back and gave myself a chance to review what I have acheived with them,
and now.
I dare say, I feel love, love like no other.
The best love I could feel.
And I also dare to say that I have acheived much more than I would ever think about.
I remember, how I wanted to play the guitar last time to serve in the music ministry.
But now, I play the guitar just to make a band. Make a band to get fame and stuffs.
I feel so ashamed.
Very ashamed.
That is why I would not want to go back church.
When people held great hopes for me,
I just took them and threw it away.
I don't know.
I just want to go church someday.
Having life now no doubt is enjoying.
It's cool, fun.
Whatever.
Cigarettes, alcohol and music.
They may seem very cool when you embrace such things.
But deep down, you know.
You know that you're empty.
Very empty, fake.
A hypocrite.

Okay, that's not the main point in this post.
LOL.
Here it is.

























Looks familiar?
LOL.
He's.................

























Superman! :D

Lmao. HAHA.
-.-
I want to cut his hair man.
And buy those spectacles of his.
By the way,
He's real name is Brandon Routh.
Okay, fucked.

I WILL SERIOUSLY FUCKING SHOUT AT MY MOTHER NOW.
FUCKZXZXZXZXZX.
She's been nagging ever since I started blogging.
UNTILL NOW.
FUCK LAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.