In light of my recent post on changing my “writing style,” I am going to change it once again. Bear with me, this is quite short. I sought to endeavour excellence in my “writing” by having a week off each time I edit it. Although, it seems that I am quite impatient, and this “technique” that I designed is overly inefficacious. What I plan to do is to publish each post by parts. I would finish an entire piece, divide it by its introduction, body and conclusion, and then (and only then) will I start editing each part. This gets me to put out more content between editing phases, and it would lend me the opportunity to change aspects in parts that I have yet to publish. How is that so different compared to publishing it entirely? The answer is quite simple, my dear Watson. The more time I spend living with people, the more I learn about the world. Thus, I can write and edit more if I know more. To give you the benefit of understanding the twaddle that wreaks from my mouth, here’s an analogy. If I were to make three of the greatest pizzas in the world in one day, it would not be as impressive as making them one week apart. Why? Because I have time to learn how to make the succeeding ones better. Okay, maybe that wasn’t such a great analogy, but its the best one I could think of since I am craving for pizza.
Happy New Year, hope you guys had a good one.
I’m a Buddhist, and many people know this. Even my father knows this. He seems to have a habit of making arguments that just sound really stupid. I’ll talk about that soon, and I promise to keep this post on topic as much as I possibly can, since I have a tendency to deviate.
A few days ago, I had a talk with my tall-hairy-Italian friend (you know who you are) about my father. And I shall now tell you what I told my friend. As I said from the start, I am a Buddhist, and I have a very open mind to many things (as should everybody else). I have no qualms about any religion. Although, when the people who practice it step over the line, well…
I’m not sure if I wrote this in my blog; my father is now a Born Again Christian. He told me this when I had to pay my respects to a relative who passed away this year. So, anyway. For some reason, he is now much more eager to convert me back to Christianity. Oh, the things we discussed that day. He was so silly and fallacious, quite funny even when you dissect the structures of his arguments. Oops, off topic again. Continue reading “God is not a Good Excuse”
First photo shot with my instax <3 I seriously thought my mom was 42-years-old >.> Happy Birthday!
If you’ve read my previous entry about my father, you should. It sets the situation for what you’re about to read. But if you don’t want to, it’s fine.
As all of you well know, today is Father’s Day, a great day to be a dad. I haven’t celebrated Father’s Day since 2009, basically because I hate my father. He wasn’t much of a dad when I realised that my mom truly really loved me. Whether or not that love is more than my father’s, I will never know.
I have a friend, who I think I wrote about a while back, and my mother and I are friends with his entire family. His father is a real father figure, strong-willed, caring, funny, all that jazz. I sometimes think “why couldn’t my father be more like him?”.
But what really got me was when his father showed his fatherly affection towards his kids. It’s the type of love that you see only in dads. Continue reading “Envy on Father’s Day”