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Monday, October 7, 2013

Homeostasis

I've always liked to keep things the way they are. Unless, of course, I didn't like the way things are. I don't like change; it doesn't work for me. Unfortunately, though, I'm at a point in time where I have to change everything; my home, my lifestyle, my activities. I'm moving into Irbed! (A city in the north of Jordan, the country in which I live.) Just so I can be closer to where my university and its dental training center are.

I'm about to move into my new 'home' with two friends. And I'm not ready yet. Not in the slightest! I've moved almost all of my stuff into my new room, but I'm still at my real home, too scared to move the most important item of all: me.

This change is causing me real trouble. I can't think well, I can't study, and, most importantly, I'm becoming very irritable. I'm very negative, and that makes me act in a way that seems rude to others. I don't like that characteristic in people (fluctuation) and it's even more annoying when I myself am doing it. I hope people can understand and forgive me.

I'm not myself these days, so please excuse my disorganized writing.
Excuse me very much!

Friday, September 20, 2013

Questions?

You might have heard about a website called Ask.fm. Many people are on it, and now I am. If you feel like asking me anything, feel free to do just that.

There's a "gadget" at the right wherein you can submit your questions. You can then click here to go to my profile to check if I answered.

Ask me about anything!

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

To Tie a Thai tie

As a fourth-year dental student, I am required to dress up formally. As first actual contact with patients in dental clinics takes place during this year (and the next), a sudden change of attitude and habit is required of us.

Now, I'm not against sartorial formality, but I surely do mind it! It is, to me, the most ridiculous deed to deliberately tie a strip of cloth around one's own neck. To me, a necktie is not very unlike a noose, or a leash. It's suffocating and it's ugly!

I can understand that some people might find a necktie appealing. People have different tastes, after all. But this particular piece of clothing doesn't serve any particular purpose. Scarves are also wound around the neck, but they protect the face/neck from the cold. A necktie does nothing! It actually makes any activity you are performing much more tiring. Especially, if you need to do a lot of handwork (as is the case with dentists).

What I also find very annoying is that there are many ways to 'tie a tie'; Small, Four-in-hand, Kelvin, etc...
I can't think why, really! All these names sound like kinds of cuisine. There are French knots and British knots. So, I think East-Asian knots is not a far-fetched idea.

 If someone at some point in time decided to embarrass themselves in creative ways, why should we do the same?

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Sesame Street

In a book I'm reading, there was mention of the kids' TV show Sesame Street. How it was a great endeavor to obliterate illiteracy. How it succeeded in turning television into an educational medium. I think that's awesome!

I don't really recall much about the show. Of course, what I've seen is the Arabic version, Iftah Ya Simsem (literally translates into "Open Sesame"), and all I can remember is some characters' names and voices. I also seem to remember sketches of the Hebrew version of the show that I used to watch sometimes; I learned how to count to ten in Hebrew (even as a kid, I liked learning languages), but nothing more.

It is indeed a great effort. I am as much interested in teaching as I am in learning. And I'm not just talking about academic teaching; I look to spreading ideas as a way of teaching. A way of teaching that I have yet to learn. As cliché as it might sound, I really want to (help) spread positive and constructive ideas within my community. And I will.

Manners and morals are much more difficult to teach than reading and writing. We are, I regret to say, an illiterate people in that respect. We seem to reject all efforts of improvement. Improvers are looked at with derision. You-can't-change-the-whole-community-at-once kind of derision.
This kind of negativity is killing me.

I need to come up with a Sesame Street of my own!



Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Inhibitions

Recently, a group of my friends decided to discover my blog all at once. I'd managed to keep it hidden thus far, but now what I fear most has happened. I can no longer be myself here! I'll have to think about everything twice before posting it. I will suffer while doing something I like and need.
Well, I hadn't posted anything for a while, anyway.

I hope no one ever reads this.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Uncommon Sense - Lies

A lie is "an assertion of something known or believed by the speaker to be untrue with intent to deceive" in Merriam-Webster's dictionary.

Well, I have a lot of questions.

While this definition is accurate and concise, it is somewhat incomprehensive. What about concealing the truth? Isn't that lying? Isn't that done to deceive others? What about simply pretending not to know a certain fact?

What really annoys me when it comes to lying is the reason thereof. Most people would utter a lie without prior thought or proper justification. I've been trying to understand lying for a long time--reading books and observing people--and it's still a mystery to me. I can totally understand that someone might feel that they 'have to' lie to defend themselves or avoid unpleasant consequences; but some people just lie and lie and lie for no apparent reason. Even they don't know the reason behind every lie they utter. I'm sick of these inveterately mendacious people! Sometimes it seems as though I'm surrounded by them.

Whenever a liar is 'accused' or even confronted with evidence of their lying, they get offended. I cannot for the life of me understand why! You make a choice, you stick to it and live with the consequences. You choose to lie, you risk getting caught. It's that simple.

One more thing: if the truth offends you, that doesn't mean you're discreet. It means you're guilty! But liars don't admit to being guilty!


This is just killing me!

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Review: Animal Farm


Animal Farm
Animal Farm by George Orwell

My rating: 4 of 5 stars



A very interesting allegory.
I have no knowledge whatsoever of the USSR, but the symbols apply to almost all dictatorships and demagogic political entities everywhere.

I've read it at a time when severe oppression was inflicted upon me; or, rather, when the oppression was at a peak; and so it has stimulated my anger and contempt.

Every free person should read this book.



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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Review: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

My rating: 3 of 5 stars



It was a strange story indeed!
Dark and horrific. Not my type of stories.

It had a philosophical aspect, though; a not-so-deep look into sin.

I do not regret reading it; but I'm not very glad I did.



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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Review: Treasure Island


Treasure Island
Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

My rating: 4 of 5 stars



I really enjoyed this novel. I hadn't read it as a child, nor watched the cartoon.

The story line is not bad, I guess. Too simple at times.

I enjoyed it from a literary point of view; it is very well written. I think this book can be described as 'written by the book.' It is well sectioned and with symmetry; and it's not too long.



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Monday, June 10, 2013

The lecture-sleeper

As a general rule, I'm sleepy.
I'm almost never alert, I might yawn at any given time of the day, and I am notorious for falling asleep in lecture halls and labs.

During my second year in university, I would have a lab session at noon, and then three lectures, the last of which ends at 5 p.m. I used to sleep in every single lecture except for one - namely Anatomy. I don't know whether it was out of boredom or pure sleepiness, but I'm pretty sure I was very interested in Anatomy; so it's probably boredom. Sleeping in lectures, I guess, is all right. Unless you get caught!

By the first term of my third year, I still hadn't stopped that bad habit, and was once caught by the lecturer which woke me up with a gentle slap on the cheek! The slap didn't annoy me so much as the embarrassment did; for everyone laughed at me. In one of the finals of that same term, I was so sleepy that I tried to take a quick nap, which was interrupted by the footsteps of the doctor in response to the beckoning of another student that accused me of being asleep.

I don't sleep in lectures anymore--at least not as frequently as I used to. I basically attribute that to my need to do better and my quickened interest in the subjects we're now studying. 
I refuse to take in caffeine! I hate the stimulating effect; I hate the taste of the drinks that contain it.

I'll stop here before I bore you to death. Or sleep!

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Reading

You might have noticed that I've recently started sharing my book reviews on Goodreads here on my blog. I apologize if it upsets you!
I like reading a lot; it's almost my only hobby. It's easy, relatively cheap, and, to a great degree, enjoyable. You can't be good or bad at reading; and that's one of the things I like the most about it. I'm uncompetitive by nature!

It all started with me in the seventh grade. I had read magazines and comic books earlier than that, but no actual books. Actually, all the magazines and comic books I'd read I lost possession of at the age of eight. So, by the age of thirteen, I hadn't ever considered reading a book. My maternal uncle, who was at the time living in the USA, was coming home to Jordan for a visit. It was the summer wherein Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets was out in theaters. My uncle took us to see the movie, but before that he'd told me a lot about the whole series and kept telling me I should read the books and watch the movies. He even bought me the first book in the series, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. (How come everyone but me has read the whole series?!)

My uncle returned to the US and came to visit again three years later, and I hadn't even read the book by then. So I thought I better read it in case he asks me about it. And so I spent the first-exam period of the first term of the tenth grade enjoying a very nice book. My first book ever! (Of course, my uncle had forgotten all about the book by then and asked me nothing about it.)

I liked reading a lot, and so started reading other books I found scattered around the house, which weren't many, really. And then I was out of books, we had to move, and I had to study for the next two years; which prevented any more reading for me.

When I was almost nineteen, I'd been enrolled in a university program that I hadn't wanted all along. It was still my first year, but I had to find something to do in my life. I wasn't studying, as one can't study if one lacks the will. I also needed a distraction.

It was by mere chance that my cousin showed me where books can be bought. I'd never shown any interest in reading, but anyone who knows me thinks that I'm the kind of person who is a reader. That day I bought two books from two different shops; one by Agatha Christie (currently my favorite author), the other by Dan Brown. And so Angels and Demons was the beginning of the real reading era for me.

Maybe I'm a slow reader, but I enjoy every minute I spend doing it.
I'm an amateur reader that aspires to become a writer.

Review: The Perks of Being a Wallflower


The Perks of Being a Wallflower
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

My rating: 0 of 5 stars



I'm at a loss here.
Most of the time I spent reading this book, I was eager to finish it because it's not my "type" of books, and I found it mostly silly. Surprisingly though, it was--at times--touching, and reminded me of myself in many different occasions.
Maybe I would have liked it better had it been written differently.

I didn't like this book, but I didn't hate it.



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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Review: Moby Dick


Moby Dick
Moby Dick by Herman Melville

My rating: 2 of 5 stars



I never thought I'de return to this book. Let alone finish it.

Although not the most boring book I've read, I'd safely label it "unreadable."
Only in the last 26 pages is there any contact with Moby Dick; which leaves 510 pages of whaling and sailing terminology, history, and "cetology." None of which I enjoyed. Nor did I enjoy all the parts pertaining to the story, really.

I do not know why this book is so popular and liked. I hope I can recover from it soon.



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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

A video that is a poem

Here's a video I found (and liked) a while back. It's about 'speaking with conviction.'
It's a poem by Taylor Mali.


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Who's up for a challenge?

Scramble With Friends.

This is one of my favourite games right now. On a four-by-four grid (16 letters) you should find as many words as possible.
I've been playing for a little more than a year now and I guess I'm getting really good at it. I love word games!

The game is available for iOS (iPhone, iPad, and iPod touch), and Android. Look it up and challenge me!

Here is my user name:
amkhasawneh

This is why I shouldn't write fiction!

Marie has always hated being photographed. That's why she created an acrobatic martial art to prevent people from taking her photos and destroy the evil machines with which they are taken.

When her paparazza of a sister goes missing on a rainy Saturday, it's up to Marie to find her before it's too late; she doesn't want to miss SNL! She has to get into the corrupt world of photographers she's always hated by posing as one in order to save the only family she's got.

Blinded by rage, deafened by the noise from a construction site nearby; Marie will kill anyone who stands in her way; including her own hair stylist, who turns out to be a little more than your average Harvard dropout.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Forget about it!

Is there a way to induce amnesia?
Sometimes--like the nonce--I wish I could just forget everything that has ever happened to me.
Ever felt like that?
You might think--"Well, I wouldn't risk losing my good memories for a few bad ones!"
I never think that! Sometimes I can't recall a single good memory in the entirety of my life. I am one hundred percent willing to lose all my 'good' memories just to forget lots of bad ones! And I am not being a spoiled being that can't take some beating; I'm just sick and tired.

Memories cause pain, and that's that.

It's just that I've put so much time and effort into gaining some knowledge that I can't afford to lose, upon some of which my life (career, actually) depends.

I am so confused right now.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Help!

Hello! (Can I call you 'Hello'?)

I wonder sometimes why anyone would read this stuff; but I was just reading some of my previous posts and I noticed that I have some potential.
I'd like to become a writer some day. A real writer. And blogging has enabled me to hone my writing skills and self-esteem.  Either that or I'm growing increasingly indifferent. I don't care which one it is.
Writing so publicly is, to me, like giving multiple raving speeches. I like it!
So thanks for reading my rants!

Thursday, April 18, 2013

You like cupcakes?

I'm a cupcake!
And like any other cupcake, I'm only nice at the top.
Without my top, I'm worthless; dry and undesirable.
And like any other cupcake, I couldn't exist without the stem that carries my top.

You might not like the mold I was made in and with; but I'm not the mold.
It's shaped like a cup; my shape can change.
You throw it in the garbage; you embrace me.

Forget where I come from; focus on who I am!
Forget the icing; it doesn't define me.
I'm the batter; an imperfect, special batter.
I didn't choose the ingredients; the way I was mixed was not my design; the way I was baked I could not control.
All you should know is that making me was painful!

You don't like the way I taste? Others do!
Or maybe they don't; I shall never know.
All I know is...

I'm a cupcake; and, until you digest me, don't judge me!

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Progress!

Dear blog (reader),

I've been on a studying streak for a while now. I've had one exam so far--namely, Biostatistics--and my performance was really satisfactory.
The only thing that matters to me now is school. I've made it my first priority. I've been defying my internet addiction for quite an impressive time, I'm studying on a daily basis, I'm secluding myself from everything and everyone that might perturb me, and, so far, I'm feeling much better.

Keeping yourself busy does help you get rid of depression. The only problem is that if you are depressed, you find it very difficult to start studying, working, or actually doing anything. Even minor tasks like tidying up your room. If you don't have something serious to do, then get a hobby. Any hobby. I like learning new stuff. That's my hobby! I guess that makes studying even easier for me.

I don't know why I'm sharing this with you, but I hope you benefit from it.