-Fuzzy's Stuff: The Prequel
Well, now I'm supposed to write about something. It's sort of like journal writing. I could do this, I think. Let's see, the future. That's a good topic. Well, sort of. I'm sure that I can find ten other topics finer and better than this one, but I want this one. It's weird, it's like the future. After all that one has been through, sometimes they still choose the worst things for them, even when they know the results that it'll bring. But yet, after we choose a better one for sure, we will be left wondering for the rest of our lifes what if. What if we have went that way or arrive a second later....what if. All we long for is for happiness, so again we have to choose, the happiness that we have in our hands, or the one we really want to find. I believe that no one will ever truly be happy, those who claim they are is just simply haven't sink deep yet or is afraid to search their heart. Why, as one of my friends said, heart changes. It can be yellow today, it certainly will not be yellow everyday. Of all and all, humans are still to concern about what people think about them. Those singers and actors who tells us to "be yourself, don't give a damn about what others think" are bullshits. Try telling them to act and live as a beggar for a day. See if they'll go to tv shows like that. It's not wrong feeling concern about your apprearence. If you look at it the good way, it's making your friends feel happy that they have a friend like you. The bad way, you're trying to be someone you're not so you can be with someone you want. Now, how do you want to look at it ? Be yourself, the most untrustworthy word that we give to friends. Why ? Because we all wanna be perfect, and nobody is. So, just for a day or a second, we all try to be a new person by putting on new pesonas so we can impress someone else. And who should we blame ? ... ourselves ? For what, trying to be a better person for you ?
My first ever journal writing assignment during my time in The One Academy. Found it on accident, there's only 2-3 entries but this is the first one. I'd give you an update, or rather downdate on the others later. I can't give you an exact date, but it's around the 4th quater or '00. My, how times fly eh ? Looking back at it, I'm stunned at my level of writing. I apologise for all the grammar mistakes that I've made. I'm truly ashamed. I'd mock it if I was a teacher marking this and his life depended on passing this test. I'd mock him then laugh so he'll think I'm a bastard and I won't care. How the heck did I wrote that with such ease (it took about 10-15 mins tops I guess). How can I not know that I'd look back at this and discover how foolish and wrong my grammars are, and that I'd be posting it on some crazy idea that someone thought up, (hey, why not write about me online, since I can, therefore I will !!), and forever be mocked by some guy I won't know that somehow got a pic of me floating online during my monthly trip to say, Kinokuniya (yes, I'm addicted to books for now, but I fully expect to recover in time to celebrate my wedding to my wife..). I'd wonder why he's sniggering at me for sure, but I'd suspect that maybe it'll be my new contact lenses or my clothing, not this. ( That's the guy who can't spell and writes badly about life !, yes.. fuzzy, that's him alright..)
Darn, the sleeping feeling came up again, so I'd leave everthing here, fully knowing you're now prolly mad again due to my unprofessional behaviour and who prolly again give me the finger when you see me lingering around say, Informatics where my writings are post up the notice board to ease the tension of students just to prevent another suicide case. ( Yes, give him the fingers, Henry.. that's the guy who keeps potong our stim.. Alex would have still be alive if he completed his last blog, yes... give him the fucking finger..not the bloody pinky you moron !.. No, I don't care what your mom said about rudeness, just give him the bloody finger for gods sake !)
But, I'd take that risk and for once, not try to be anything you would have hoped for me to be.
Well, now I'm supposed to write about something. It's sort of like journal writing. I could do this, I think. Let's see, the future. That's a good topic. Well, sort of. I'm sure that I can find ten other topics finer and better than this one, but I want this one. It's weird, it's like the future. After all that one has been through, sometimes they still choose the worst things for them, even when they know the results that it'll bring. But yet, after we choose a better one for sure, we will be left wondering for the rest of our lifes what if. What if we have went that way or arrive a second later....what if. All we long for is for happiness, so again we have to choose, the happiness that we have in our hands, or the one we really want to find. I believe that no one will ever truly be happy, those who claim they are is just simply haven't sink deep yet or is afraid to search their heart. Why, as one of my friends said, heart changes. It can be yellow today, it certainly will not be yellow everyday. Of all and all, humans are still to concern about what people think about them. Those singers and actors who tells us to "be yourself, don't give a damn about what others think" are bullshits. Try telling them to act and live as a beggar for a day. See if they'll go to tv shows like that. It's not wrong feeling concern about your apprearence. If you look at it the good way, it's making your friends feel happy that they have a friend like you. The bad way, you're trying to be someone you're not so you can be with someone you want. Now, how do you want to look at it ? Be yourself, the most untrustworthy word that we give to friends. Why ? Because we all wanna be perfect, and nobody is. So, just for a day or a second, we all try to be a new person by putting on new pesonas so we can impress someone else. And who should we blame ? ... ourselves ? For what, trying to be a better person for you ?
My first ever journal writing assignment during my time in The One Academy. Found it on accident, there's only 2-3 entries but this is the first one. I'd give you an update, or rather downdate on the others later. I can't give you an exact date, but it's around the 4th quater or '00. My, how times fly eh ? Looking back at it, I'm stunned at my level of writing. I apologise for all the grammar mistakes that I've made. I'm truly ashamed. I'd mock it if I was a teacher marking this and his life depended on passing this test. I'd mock him then laugh so he'll think I'm a bastard and I won't care. How the heck did I wrote that with such ease (it took about 10-15 mins tops I guess). How can I not know that I'd look back at this and discover how foolish and wrong my grammars are, and that I'd be posting it on some crazy idea that someone thought up, (hey, why not write about me online, since I can, therefore I will !!), and forever be mocked by some guy I won't know that somehow got a pic of me floating online during my monthly trip to say, Kinokuniya (yes, I'm addicted to books for now, but I fully expect to recover in time to celebrate my wedding to my wife..). I'd wonder why he's sniggering at me for sure, but I'd suspect that maybe it'll be my new contact lenses or my clothing, not this. ( That's the guy who can't spell and writes badly about life !, yes.. fuzzy, that's him alright..)
Darn, the sleeping feeling came up again, so I'd leave everthing here, fully knowing you're now prolly mad again due to my unprofessional behaviour and who prolly again give me the finger when you see me lingering around say, Informatics where my writings are post up the notice board to ease the tension of students just to prevent another suicide case. ( Yes, give him the fingers, Henry.. that's the guy who keeps potong our stim.. Alex would have still be alive if he completed his last blog, yes... give him the fucking finger..not the bloody pinky you moron !.. No, I don't care what your mom said about rudeness, just give him the bloody finger for gods sake !)
But, I'd take that risk and for once, not try to be anything you would have hoped for me to be.
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11/13/2003 02:15:00 AM
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