Sunday, October 7, 2012

What's In A Name?

now this post may be offensive. tread lightly. but whatever.

I warned you.

may I know your name? what does it mean? do you even know what it means? if you know the meaning, does it satisfy you?

some of your names may or will suck, I know. because mine suck like the tentacles of an octopus. I'm just saying though. it's a good name of course, being one of the Prophet Muhammad's sahabat and all, but the meaning kinda sucks.

Abu Dzar = father of small things

hence my size, I guess.

I want a name that's got a great and deep meaning, like Saifuddin (the sword of religion) or Dzulqarnain (two-horn) or even Akmal (perfection), but we all know that's out of the question; I'm stuck with "father of small things" til the day I die.

don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about my name. in fact, I'm quite grateful because people can easily remember my name.

however, I must say I am not a big fan of kids nowadays' names that are a mouthful just to pronounce (I am not going to name these names out of respect and fear of my reputation). the saddest thing is that some of these elaborate names have no meaning whatsoever. it's just a random permutation of vowels and consonants that looks aesthetically pleasing and "cool" to say, or unique.

I pity these kids. let's just look at some celebrity's kids' names. Gwyneth Paltrow's kid is called Apple. who the hell names their kid after a fruit? Nic Cage's son is named Kal-El, after the true name of everyone's favourite superhero, Superman. needless to say, Nic Cage is an idiot. ha. ha.

another issue haunting our society is the stupid mentality of downgrading names that are not of Arabic origin. I mean, why? as long as it's got a good meaning right? why would someone think a name like Himar (ass as in the animal) would be better than Shinji (faith) just because Himar is Arabic? this is preposterous.

so I'm just saying to my generation, because most of us don't have kids yet, please, if you truly love your future kids, name them properly. it doesn't matter what language you use, just make sure their names have good meanings.

oh just do what you want, I don't give a rat's ass.

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Saturday, October 6, 2012

The Theory No-One Understands

as a fat guy, I sometimes face tricky situations related to my physical state. some are annoying, some I get by through the mantra "I've done this before, this isn't a problem" I recite countless of times while facing said situation.

there is one situation though, that I particularly dislike (a word I choose as to not use strong negatives).

let me explain this phenomenon with the use of points, because I'm a lazy fat guy;

- hot day

- need to wear shirt/baju melayu

- fat guys sweats like wet towel

- wear t-shirt under or not?

see the problem? I hate being sweaty. as much as girls like sweaty muscular guys, I hate sweat (I protect my muscles under layers of fat).

so if I don't wear a t-shirt underneath, the hot sun will melt me like a brownie in a microwave oven. but if I do wear a *protective* t-shirt underneath, the heat that my body generates will have a problem getting away from me, and that will make me sweat even more I'll be a walking, talking wet towel.

the simple solution here would be not wearing a t-shirt underneath right? but no. not wearing a t-shirt may make me sweat less, but "sweat less" in this context means "sweat like you've run a marathon", and everyone can and will see it. I don't want that. it ruins my self-esteem (blergh).

so wear a t-shirt underneath, right? also no. read what I wrote above and you'll understand, though if you have to read it again, I presume you won't understand. I hate sweat. people may not see me sweating, but I feel me sweating and all wet underneath. I hate it. period.

another hate post. sweet. I don't really care though. it's the internet. it's just, I don't care.

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