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This is my BLOG.
A pretty random one.
I mean, I still post-edited the text. I like what I wrote.
But it’s not polished, or valuable at all.
Some are one sentence long.
Others… many more.
It’s a brain dump. For thoughts, worries, fears, things I did, will do, used to do, accomplished, failed, love, and hate. 🤓
Hello you.
Before we move on 👓
There’s something I can’t contain it inside the cages of my recalcitrant intuition.
The grammatically correct, Oxford-style way to greet you, my patient reader, should be:
“Hello, you!”
Well, I despise it.
Comma AND exclamation point.
In a TWO-WORD sentence. Who would I (and you) think I am?!
I hate that freaking comma. I hate it so much.
Why would one use a comma there, anyway?
To underline that “Hello” and “you” are two separate words? Doesn’t that just COME with it?
And don’t get me started on the exclamation point.
Try and read it: “Hello ,,,, YOU!!!”
Pace and tone vary too quickly. Do they not?
It’s like when people write: “Thank you, Michelle!” Or, “You’re welcome, Jordan!”
I mean, just say: “Thank you Michelle.”
I’m gonna lose it.
That way, you’re not pausing, and you’re not going from whispering to SCREAMING.
It’s more direct. It’s simpler.
We need more of it. Simplicity. We don’t need exactness. We don’t have to appear perfect all the time. Fuck that. Fuck perfect. Fuck Oxford. Mere attempts to display our literate minds and savvy thumbs can remain silent and chained up, for a second. Or even for a few weeks, if you ask me.
Especially when attempting to do that in the form of a comment under a post on social media.
Now.
If we were to write a letter to… I don’t know, a counselor? A president of state? THEN I could (still with a low success rate) understand addressing them so solemnly. Or the Pope, for God’s sake.
But unless the remark is not directed to figures holding the highest titles and ranks (like our moms), I think it’s definitely, totally, absolutely… completely avoidable.
You know why? Because if you end up writing like this, you’ll soon enough be TALKING that way too.
Imagine someone speaking using commas…
And exclamation points…
There are far better ways to lose friends, trust me.
Or to make them.
Matter or fact, maybe you just scored one (however idiotic he can be) in here, on my website.
Let's Begin
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Let's Begin ↓

Mamma & Papà!

Fujiyoshida

Go the Extra Mile.
Life as an International Student can be hard.

Feeling Alone with 8M+ Peeps
Feeling lonely surrounded by 8M+ people is… possbile.

11 Days Left…
You gotta take things with philosophy sometimes.

“Time Flights”
“Time flights,” they always say.

Italy vs USA
Mom and dad come to visit!

Home’s Home.
Mom and dad come to visit!

Fitting In vs Embracing
Mom and dad come to visit!

It’s in the moments.
Mom and dad come to visit!

23 Years. And I didn’t even make it.
That’s a long time.
8395 days, to be exact.
But there are buts: I’d do it all again.

Net- Foodworking.
Back in 2019, I had a problem with food.

In the news.
I warn you: it gets depressing inside this one.

Why?
Am I pointing at my head and at the bag?

It must be for “someone.”
As scary as it can be…

I hung my cleats.
But that doesn’t mean that the fun is over.
It’s just a change. One of the many we go through in our lives.

You should Give Up.
Before you hate on me, give me a chance and read this one.

I risked.
But I got lucky.
When people say that nobody needs “Luck,” they lie.
Provided you believe in Luck, of course.
Nobody really does.
And I mean, nobody.

Pancakes.
And Italy.