Chucky.. are you ignorance? or just hate busy people.

I hate lot of people in my family. Not my mother, not my father, not my sister. But i hate lots other them.

I hate busy body people. I would became so honest right now since when i hate this thing.

Okay. the first thing is, people kind a think everything i wrote in this blog is for them. no. It is not for you, sorry, it's for other people to read. But i was so kind to let all people read it. No bias eh..huh. What happen? I closed my blog in 2002. Completely delete it even my blogger friends ask me not to. Why i did it? Because of busy body people. I remember i wrote something story about a girl sister which i lost in my dream. And i didn't have a sister eh. Because what i wrote is an art. I don't take writing as simple as people would do. What i wrote is full of question mark. You might guess, am i the one directed for this blog? Or you would ask, so chucky have delusional about young sisters.

I closed the blog because of the people like this. More specifically my family, my aunt, my cousin start talking about my personal thing in my blog when they didn't even know and understand why i wrote that thing. When the story about me being delusional and touching about my relationship with my ex girlfriend that time, i start to piss off and hate them so much. I closed my blog just like that. Still thinking until today how precious is that blog. I would keep it if i'm not full of hatred and not being rational that day.

And the other thing happen when i was in boarding school. I'm so obsessed about writing and i start writing about people i hate, people i like. The problem is the person i hate. They start to piss off when they secretly read my rhyme book ( i call it rhyme book, cool eh). It's like a diary, and no one would have the right to read that. I hate busy body people like this.

Even until today, lots of people are busy bodying me. Trying to search for my mistake, weak point and the most important thing TRYING TO BOTHERING ME REGARDING MY PERSONAL LIFE. How many times my mother said to me saying that someone see me there, see me here, like i was monitored 24 hours.

When i reach this 23 years old of age, it was a little easy for me to fight this kind of people. When my mother said about people complaining or reporting about me, i would say "Mom, i'm 23, what i do and with who i'm with is my own problem. Even mom can't stop me from getting a gf, married, and make a choice, and what is the right for others to do that to me?"

But still, lot of people with big head so like to talk about me, talk about the bad thing about me. Sometimes my relationship get a vibration because of some kind of people like to do this thing.

Sometimes my best friend also do that. yeah, nadrin, haha.. how dare you talking bad thing about me. haha..but i guess this is fair for us because i need you man, you are the one. But can you see here, my best friend, how much he talk he would always knew which part that can be said or not. Because he understand. But for those who did not, don't.




I would like to say to those people out there, don't ever think this blog is written as an attack. Because when i do want to attack, i would write name here. huhuhuhuhuhuh....huhuhuhuu..

Chucky.

Comments

  1. ScAry nO DaWgG! tOld YoU BeCoMe softer. ChCky s nOt GuYs NamE... gOt fIaNcee 'rEady.

    Still with tha gangsta Rap stufF? Hip hop? What you do with that rm300 guitar piece you have?

    ReplyDelete
  2. Make song about fucking people with it haha. So same song and dance. Who are you anyway?How you know that guitar?

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Please leave your comment below.

Popular posts from this blog

Astro Remote volume not responding

Master in Pathology (Malaysia): A Guide To Apply.

Becoming a medical officer in Malaysia: Are you still a real doctor?