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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Uncommon Sense - Traditions

In Oxford's dictionary, a tradition is "a custom or belief that has continued from the past to the present."
In Encarta's dictionary, it's "a long-established action or pattern of behavior in a community or group of people, often one that has been handed down from generation to generation."

Well, excuse me, but what makes a tradition so convincing that not only do we endorse and adopt it, but also pass it on to the next generation. Is it blind trust in the past generations? Don't we always try to modernize everything?
I once read that traditions can persist for thousands of years!
 Are we afraid of change? Well, we need to change that.

I know that some traditions represent certain cultures. I respect that. But sometimes traditions are really impractical. That really doesn't promote the respective culture.

And how can a belief be a tradition? Can't we think on our own now?

Well, I'm not an anthropologist nor a philosopher.


This is just eating me.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Uncommon Sense - Names

According to Oxford's dictionary, a name is "a word or words by which a person, animal, place or thing is known."
To Encarta's dictionary, it's "a word, term, or phrase by which somebody or something is known and distinguished from other people or things."

Well, I beg to differ.
A name isn't what someone is known by. I happen to know a myriad of people whose names I don't even know. Their faces is how I know them.

And a question that arises is this: If everyone you knew had the same name, would that make it easier or harder for you to remember them?
Nonsense? OK.

How about nicknames? Do we give them just to have and make fun, or do they represent a better way to remember people? (You know, mnemonics.)

And how about emotions? Sometimes you can't name your emotional state. Some people, for example, seem to cry when they're extremely happy.

This is just eating me.



Saturday, September 24, 2011

Late-night surprise

It is with great pleasure that I'm back.
Of course, as always, I have nothing to say. Not a single thought whatsoever. It's just that when my profile gets some views, I am motivated and tempted to blog.
I hope I'll be able to get some solid ideas to publish under 'Uncommon Sense' which is just why I've created this Blogger profile.

I'm sleepy.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Whatever title I write here would have nothing to do with the content

It's time I blogged. It's noy a question of why, for I know not. Nor is it a question of what, for I'll let myself drift away into the sea of words and thoughts and rhetoric.

I've mentioned earlier that I've not posted anything for a while. I also mentioned that I would not become someone that posts void words, sentences, and paragraphs that are going nowhere, but again here I am.

I have a strong belief that, in order to master writing (or any other skill, for that matter,) one should practise. Practice. That's the key. It is at moments like this that I appreciate having few, if not nill, people that read my posts. Anyone that did would feel uncomfortable reading a sentence that predicts how they'd feel if they read it.

OK.
That's enough. But, again, it never is.
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Monday, August 22, 2011

I'm not sure

I don't exactly know where this is going. But I just feel like talking. And although I don't like blogging about myself or reading others' personal blogs, here I go.

In three days, I'll finish my second first year. It was fine. A short loose year, when it comes to school. The only problem is that I'm experiencing some uncertainty. People have been advising me to 'convert' from dentistry to medicine.
I like where I am now, thank God.
I'm just hoping for the best.
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Thursday, June 30, 2011

My return

Been a while since I last posted anything here. Basically because of the severe previously-mentioned case of depression. However, somehow now I feel much better. I feel unburdened.

I guess I'm back.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Emotions reflected in my outward behaviour

I'm halfway through with my vacation. Thirteen days so far and nothing has been accomplished. I'm regaining my depression for some unknown reason. My mind is distracted. My thoughts are mostly negative. It's how you feel when you have no hope or no aspiration in life. When your own body refuses to live normally. It's how you feel when you lose faith in people you should trust. When you lose care for people you should love. I'm very tempted to blame people around me, especially those that are directly concerned and guilty. Of course, another option is that I wake up from this state of cynicism and start working on myself and for myself. But, in a sense, this also means not caring about other people in the least.

I guess I don't even need to say it, but I'm not a happy person. Life has become so sad and so choking that I really need to see a doctor. I feel really repressed, not only by other people, but also by myself. I can't think, I can't write, I can't speak.

Just hoping for the best.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Uncommon sense - Money

According to Oxford's dictionary, money is 'the means of paying for something or buying something.'
To Encarta's dictionary, it's 'a medium of exchange issued by a government or other public authority in the form of coins of gold, silver, or other metal, or paper bills, used as the measure of the value of goods and services.'

Really?
The measure of the value?

Well, a question that arises is this: Is money itself worth anything?
That is to say, is a dollar really worth a dollar? If so; if it takes one dollar to make a dollar, where does the former come from?
So do you need one-dollar worth of cotton or of gold or of both? Because I heard that when a country wants to print money, they deposit some gold somewhere. Well, I'm not an expert nor a philosopher.

And why not just print more money if need be? Why is it illegal to 'counterfeit' money?


This is just eating me.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

What we have in common

I guess I'm not alone.

There are, I'm sure, other 21-year-old, 'four-eyed,' lonely teenagers who would pretty much like to share their every thought and memoir. I'm also sure I'm not the only one with so feeble a body that can't perform daily, ordinary tasks daily and ordinarily.
My younger brother called me 'weak dude' today. I kind of think it's funny. But it's still real.
The only question that remains unsolved now is why. Is it my depression? Probably. Or maybe a deficiency of some vitamin, which reminds me of the name of a book that I've made up. The girl with the vitamin D deficiency. Sounds nice. I'd definitely read that.

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Monday, May 23, 2011

A golden era

May has been a golden month for me. I started using Twitter (as exemplidied on the right,) I got a new cellphone, my laptop came back in business today and I developed an addiction to Twitter thanks to the means available. Oh, and by the end of May, this semester ends.

I've had two final exams thus far. Did well in both, I suppose. That's good news. Another is that I've just found out that I have a tiny bit of an
audience.
Mostly in the USA. So in order to keep it going this way, I'm going to need a set of rules to go by in my blogging journey.

Rule number one:Never look back.
So I shall never read previous posts no matter what.
Rule number two: Never feel shy.
So I'd post whatever I want whenever I feel like it.

This might be the last time I post in May, since I have two exams left--for which I have not prepared in the least.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Social networks. Again!

I've never thought I'd ever get this disease, but...

My name is Abdullah. And I'm an addict.


Twitter and Facebook have never meant a lot to me. Neither do they now, but recently I've been letting them become an essential part of my life. I'm, like, obsessed with who wrote what on whose wall and mentioned whom in a comment or tweet.
This disgusts me. But somehow I enjoy it.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Nice try

Just trying mobile blogging.
Much simpler than I thought.

Social networks and their effect on my conceited, lowly-esteemed, somewhat paradoxical personality

I think one of the reasons I don't 'blog' anymore is that when I go back and read some of my previous precious posts I find them silly. Maybe that happens to everyone, but I , in particular, have self-confidence problems.

It all started with me as a kid. That is to say, when I was a kid, of course. I was raised in a manner that made it clear to me that kids and what they think are of no consequence whatsoever. Especially me and mine. That might be true, I think, but is no reason to shut them up all the time.

It is only recently that I started expressing myself clearly and vehemently. Thanks to social networks, methinks. And ca va sans dire that I don't care what people think. As a matter of fact, I would like it if someone was to disagree with me so that it would be another chance for me to prove myself.
You know why?
Because years of silent listening have given me something most people lack.

Wisdom.


Boy, do I sound (or read, if you will) arrogant.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Yet another bit of satire!

When we say "unisex," we refer to something (usually a piece of clothing) that is intended for use by both sexes. However, when we say "unicellular," (usaully an organism,) it somehow means "an organism with only one cell.
So what does uni actually mean?

When I say "unilateral" do I mean one side or both sides?


This is stupid.
It's also LAME!

A bit of satire

Many products hold labels that say:

         Buy one get one.

Well, isn't that obvious?
When I buy one, I expect to get at least one.

But hey, that's only one person's thought.

Just shake it off!