December is the twelfth and last month of the year in the Gregorian Calendar.

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Malaysian government tries to copyright the word “Allah” so that it could be only used by Muslims. The ban was reversed soon after, but it’s still pretty funny, because the word “Allah” is actually Arabic for God, and according to Wikipedia, the term is most likely derived from a contraction of the Arabic article al- and ʾilāh “deity, god” to al-lāh meaning “the [sole] deity, God” (ho theos monos) while another theory traces the etymology of the word to the Aramaic Alāhā. It has been used in the Arab world for years before Christianity and Islam were born.
Talk about being lost in translation.

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As I simply cannot function like a normal human being without a pair of spectacles sitting across the bridge of my nose, the process of getting a new pair is one of the most exciting things in the world. Without my glasses, life would be naught. I wouldn’t be able to read this screen, drive my car, or see anything more than masses of blurry colors.

The excitement of getting a new pair is doubled by the fact that my eyesight doesn’t seem to want to stop getting worse, making new glasses not only a physical make-over, but a whole new seeing experience. This time, after a couple of years from my last prescription, my eyesight has decreased by a whole value for each eye. Squinting through glasses has been nightmarish, and this value has rendered details such as text, billboards, and other things completely out of my field of vision.

So finally, I went to pick out a new pair. I had something specific in mind, a dark plastic frame with thick, pronounced arms.  I love plastic, I’ve been wearing plastic my entire life. I love its purity, its softness, its cleanliness. Yet, I ended up with metal- a white pair with cute little red windows on the side. Red is always a good accent to anything.

The best part though is that I can finally see again. I am fascinated when I see all the details that I never saw before, one forgets what it’s like to be able to see perfectly.

Until the next pair…

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Weird to see the death of an icon. Yeah, I know it’s from the internet-bubble-age, but it’s still rather sad I think. RIP, Netscape.

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Twenty-nine. Twenty-ninth. One and only time, ever.

“He vivido días magníficos.” -Che Guevara, 1965

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