Saayeh khosh formations in Southern Iran
photo by Sizif
Why I want world peace
Thursday, May 14, 2009
... and lots of money ;P
Saayeh khosh formations in Southern Iran
photo by Sizif
Saayeh khosh formations in Southern Iran
photo by Sizif
Wisdom Extraction - The purpose of existence
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
They were the two rotten scoundrel ones. One of them has started to emerge from its underground hiding and perform steady attacks to the neighbouring land, and while the other one still remains in its hiding, the clairvoyant has spoken of a future bloodbath, the next Great War, unless I, the god of this kingdom, the architect of the land, be quick in my action and stop these seething rebellious acts before things go awry.
Who am I kidding. I am no god, not even of my own property. I just have to accept whatever God, the intelligent designer of this world, has for me. But does God really exist? If He exists, why does He let suffering in this world? Because, really, what is the purpose of existence of wisdom teeth? They don't add any wisdom to the beholder, and I certainly do not find any use for them in other aspects, be it aesthetically or functionally.
Maybe, the evolution team has it right all along? World is just a coincidence, a big bang followed with an evolution through time using the sheer guidance of survival of the fittest. It sure does explain why the useless wisdom teeth exist in the human body. Why, it's just a leftover from the previous less perfect version of human! Since it's not an intelligent design and rather, an evolution, there bounds to be some imperfect parts here and there. Say, how many teeth does a monkey have? Do they have wisdom teeth at all? Hmm, I may need to contact Stephen Jay Gould and talk to him about getting some funding for a research on this subject.
As I was heavy in my meaningless thoughts, pretending as if my wandering mind would result in the undeniable evidence that will end the never ending debate of evolution vs. intelligent design, the doctor gave a last check to see whether my anesthesia was already in full effect, and asked me the following powerful question, "Are you ready?".
Then, it suddenly hit me, everything makes sense now. The purpose of existence of wisdom teeth. Eureka! I believe that the reason why wisdom teeth exist, and more often than not imperfectly, is so that we can remember God. He created wisdom teeth for the sake of the modern generation, the spoiled generation with not enough real misery and suffering happening in their daily lives. The omniscient God has foreseen this and therefore during the creation of human some few millennium to million years ago created these troublesome wisdom teeth as a device of reminder and wake up call for the wayward son.
Because no matter how much I think in my leisure time about the big grand questions of life: is the world deterministic or coincidence, is it an intelligent design or evolution, is there an afterlife and heaven and hell, in the end, when I saw that clunky pliers getting closer and closer to my mouth and I started hearing that dreaded voice of dental machinery that captures the voice of 1001 horrendous dreams, I immediately called upon God and asked how He's doing and would it be so much of a trouble if He could direct His attention to His long lost child at the moment and make sure that the doctor doesn't mess up this tiny operation and for the anesthesia to work its magic for as long as it can, 5 days preferably.
So, I braced myself and replied, "OK, Doc, let's begin."
And then I ended my prayer just like how they always taught me, "Thank you God and let your will be done ... although surely your will and mine are the same at this moment. Amen."
Who am I kidding. I am no god, not even of my own property. I just have to accept whatever God, the intelligent designer of this world, has for me. But does God really exist? If He exists, why does He let suffering in this world? Because, really, what is the purpose of existence of wisdom teeth? They don't add any wisdom to the beholder, and I certainly do not find any use for them in other aspects, be it aesthetically or functionally.
Maybe, the evolution team has it right all along? World is just a coincidence, a big bang followed with an evolution through time using the sheer guidance of survival of the fittest. It sure does explain why the useless wisdom teeth exist in the human body. Why, it's just a leftover from the previous less perfect version of human! Since it's not an intelligent design and rather, an evolution, there bounds to be some imperfect parts here and there. Say, how many teeth does a monkey have? Do they have wisdom teeth at all? Hmm, I may need to contact Stephen Jay Gould and talk to him about getting some funding for a research on this subject.
As I was heavy in my meaningless thoughts, pretending as if my wandering mind would result in the undeniable evidence that will end the never ending debate of evolution vs. intelligent design, the doctor gave a last check to see whether my anesthesia was already in full effect, and asked me the following powerful question, "Are you ready?".
Then, it suddenly hit me, everything makes sense now. The purpose of existence of wisdom teeth. Eureka! I believe that the reason why wisdom teeth exist, and more often than not imperfectly, is so that we can remember God. He created wisdom teeth for the sake of the modern generation, the spoiled generation with not enough real misery and suffering happening in their daily lives. The omniscient God has foreseen this and therefore during the creation of human some few millennium to million years ago created these troublesome wisdom teeth as a device of reminder and wake up call for the wayward son.
Because no matter how much I think in my leisure time about the big grand questions of life: is the world deterministic or coincidence, is it an intelligent design or evolution, is there an afterlife and heaven and hell, in the end, when I saw that clunky pliers getting closer and closer to my mouth and I started hearing that dreaded voice of dental machinery that captures the voice of 1001 horrendous dreams, I immediately called upon God and asked how He's doing and would it be so much of a trouble if He could direct His attention to His long lost child at the moment and make sure that the doctor doesn't mess up this tiny operation and for the anesthesia to work its magic for as long as it can, 5 days preferably.
So, I braced myself and replied, "OK, Doc, let's begin."
And then I ended my prayer just like how they always taught me, "Thank you God and let your will be done ... although surely your will and mine are the same at this moment. Amen."
Hypocrite
Saturday, May 9, 2009
I was assaulted by the bold and offensive aroma of excessive hairspray, spiky (prickly) hair, skinny jeans, jazz hands, and pointy shoes and I felt nauseated. But then I wonder whether the nausea was due to my repulsion of the shallowness of these people or because I was jealous of their excellent and socially commended appearance. Giving it some further thoughts, I ended up repulsed myself for being jealous of people that I find repulsive. So, today I learn that it is much more fun to be an obtuse hypocrite rather than a hyper-conscious one.
Mango and Fringe
Friday, May 8, 2009
In the past wretched weeks, a persistent unwelcomed problems have decided to visit and play pranks with our telephone lines. The service guy, always the same unlucky fellow, will come, go up to either or both our roof and our fence, and find that yet again, there is a new cable, forever different from the last blasted culprit, that has been ruined by the vile duet of the mighty wind and the fierce force of the limbs of our mango tree.
The mango tree has been a fixed stature on our front yard since my memory permits me to remember. No mango tastes better than our mango, and I have a witness to back up my claim. The parking guy on our street, who, comes the harvest season, always equipped his repeated visits to our yard with a long stick and a burlap bag, will attest the satisfying quality of our mangoes.
And Monday arrived. The poor hated Monday was blessed to receive one less verbal beating and profanity attack than the usual portion it receives. It puzzled me how I didn't grumble and babble and give everyone the anti social look on that day until I finally realized, around mid-day, that it was most probably due to the large amount of gorgeous rays that came forth and enlightened all of the sad gloomy people in our building. On further thoughts, there was probably only one sad gloomy person in the building.
"Mother darling, what a beautiful day we have here! I don't think we've had such bright and shiny day for months! Is it because the rainy season has bid his farewell?" I, for once, initiated a weather conversation with mother. Without turning her eyes from her work, mother replied briskly, "No, silly head, I asked our employees to cut down some of the mango branches last Saturday!"
Obviously, a good worker like me would not go to the office on Saturday. It's a matter of keeping the productivity level high. So, I was a bit shocked by the news. Shocked and feeling quiet stupid for not noticing the ample space that replaced what once was a fraternity of bullying mango branches.
First came sadness, a long standing witness of my life, a mute observant of all my bad judgments and bad decisions since childhood is gone before its natural time. Yet, it really felt as if a layer of fuzzy dark screen that distorts my point of view of the world has been lifted away, and I could finally see the world as a brighter, cheerier and happier place. The mundane activities no longer repulsed me as much, and I felt more positive about life than I ever allow myself to be.
"Bring it on life, here's one person that is ready to milk everything life has to offer!", I said while shaking my right fist up in the air.
Then of course, I started to feel the sting of heat that comes as a package with the gorgeous rays. I realized that without the protection of our mango tree, we've become a greenhouse , a fish in a bowl placed in the middle of the street of a blazing hot tropical city with no sunscreen protection to prevent us from getting agitated and hot headed.
Naturally, I started to complain incessantly about how hot it is, and how the full blast AC directed at me doesn't do its trick, and how things doesn't look as bright and wonderful anymore as it is hot and Hot and HOT!!!
So, the curtain of darkness has been drawn again, and peyo is back to her natural habitat.
Home sweet home.
So, the question now is should I cut my fringe? Maybe it could do the job of holding the curtain withdrawn than a mere few hours. Maybe I should.
The mango tree has been a fixed stature on our front yard since my memory permits me to remember. No mango tastes better than our mango, and I have a witness to back up my claim. The parking guy on our street, who, comes the harvest season, always equipped his repeated visits to our yard with a long stick and a burlap bag, will attest the satisfying quality of our mangoes.
And Monday arrived. The poor hated Monday was blessed to receive one less verbal beating and profanity attack than the usual portion it receives. It puzzled me how I didn't grumble and babble and give everyone the anti social look on that day until I finally realized, around mid-day, that it was most probably due to the large amount of gorgeous rays that came forth and enlightened all of the sad gloomy people in our building. On further thoughts, there was probably only one sad gloomy person in the building.
"Mother darling, what a beautiful day we have here! I don't think we've had such bright and shiny day for months! Is it because the rainy season has bid his farewell?" I, for once, initiated a weather conversation with mother. Without turning her eyes from her work, mother replied briskly, "No, silly head, I asked our employees to cut down some of the mango branches last Saturday!"
Obviously, a good worker like me would not go to the office on Saturday. It's a matter of keeping the productivity level high. So, I was a bit shocked by the news. Shocked and feeling quiet stupid for not noticing the ample space that replaced what once was a fraternity of bullying mango branches.
First came sadness, a long standing witness of my life, a mute observant of all my bad judgments and bad decisions since childhood is gone before its natural time. Yet, it really felt as if a layer of fuzzy dark screen that distorts my point of view of the world has been lifted away, and I could finally see the world as a brighter, cheerier and happier place. The mundane activities no longer repulsed me as much, and I felt more positive about life than I ever allow myself to be.
"Bring it on life, here's one person that is ready to milk everything life has to offer!", I said while shaking my right fist up in the air.
Then of course, I started to feel the sting of heat that comes as a package with the gorgeous rays. I realized that without the protection of our mango tree, we've become a greenhouse , a fish in a bowl placed in the middle of the street of a blazing hot tropical city with no sunscreen protection to prevent us from getting agitated and hot headed.
Naturally, I started to complain incessantly about how hot it is, and how the full blast AC directed at me doesn't do its trick, and how things doesn't look as bright and wonderful anymore as it is hot and Hot and HOT!!!
So, the curtain of darkness has been drawn again, and peyo is back to her natural habitat.
Home sweet home.
So, the question now is should I cut my fringe? Maybe it could do the job of holding the curtain withdrawn than a mere few hours. Maybe I should.
Report on the Battle between Peyo and the fierce Flu-o-Squad
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Greetings internet world.
I have resurrected from my deep long blog hibernation to report on the battle between Peyo and the fierce Flu-o-Squad.
Fear not, since I am happy to report that at this moment, our beloved Peyo has finally gained some important inches at the battle ground and close to finally win this exhausting battle. This mentally and physically consuming battle has been ongoing for more than a week, and both sides have gone back and forth on attacks using their most powerful and advanced weapons. At one point in time, Peyo was badly injured when the Flu-o-Squad has released all of their most powerful weapons, and caused our dear Peyo to suffer from fever, headache, endless cough, runny nose, and extreme tiredness. Thankfully, Peyo has managed to find the potent weapon to make the Flu-o-Squad retreat back to their homeland.
After utilizing various available weapons, Peyo would like to use this blog as a medium to share to the good people of internet on the effectiveness of weapons to attack the Flu-o-Squad:
1) Those traditional tiny Chinese black pills
Comment: Consuming this medication brings the memory of childhood where mother would shove upon us all variation of Chinese herbs and medications. Such sweet memories. That is all I can say about these pills though since they do not provide any effective attacks on the Flu-o-Squad.
Grade: D
2) Cough Suppressant Drops
Comment: I like the taste of the drops, but it will only give you a temporary relief (5 minutes max) before the Flu-o-Squad realizes that it's just a fake attack and come with an even more powerful force to avenge you.
Grade: D
3) Adem Sari - A delicious fruity drink to release the heat from your body (description copied from indonesianfoodmart.com)
Comment: I love Adem Sari. But honey, you're out of your league on this game. Still, I have a sweet spot for the product, so I'm going to be an easy grader this time.
Grade: B
4) A concoction of drugs that contained some form of morphine provided by my family doctor
Comment: I was in cloud 9 accompanied by dancing bears, and would have been a happy camper if that damn cough would stop bothering me.
Grade: C
5) OBHerbal - Some cheap cough syrup drugs that was highly praised by my auntie and cousin
Comment: It tasted and looked like some factory waste. Gave me a pseudo relief for a day, and that's it.
Grade: FAILED - Because taste is also important people.
6) Kaempferia galanga + Honey (a.k.a kencur + madu)
Comment: Giving pity on my mother who seemed exasperated by the sound of my horrible coughs, one of the customers recommended this traditional medicine to combat the Flu-o-Squad. Result: mother is still exasperated.
Grade: D
7) A concoction of drugs that contained some form of morphine provided by my employee's doctor
Comment: Hoping that I have some luck with a different doctor, I visited my employee's doctor. Oddly enough, he has the same first name as my family doctor. Unlucky enough, his prescription is at the same effectiveness level as my family doctor's.
Grade: C
Editorial Note: Seriously, how long is this list going to be????
Peyo: Hang in there, it's almost done!
8) Lemon Juice + Salt + Sweet Soy Sauce + Hot Water
Comment: Undeterred by the failure of kencur + honey mixture, I finally agreed to swallow this traditional medication. It tasted funky, but in a Peyo approved way, and it did resulted in some productive coughs (I could get rid some of those yucky phlegm, ewww ..) but not as much as I would risk a heartburn by consuming this very acid mixture again.
Grade: B
9) Rhinos - some colorful capsules that are pleasing for the eyes
Comment: I had runny nose, I popped one capsule of Rhinos, runny nose problem disappears. It's the modern day version of miracle.
Grade: A
10) Decolsin - some ordinary unassuming cough medicine
Comment: Play the soundtrack of victory, here's the winning medicine. It's a cheap medicine and it does the job.
Grade: A + (it causes drowsiness, so I have an excuse to doze off while at work, hoorah!)
Note: In order to reduce the length of the list, I have not included the variation of antibiotics that I've taken.
Some alternative medications that I have not tried:
- Going to Ponari
- Eating a gallon of ice cream
I hope this list is useful for all of you, the good people of internet.
Now excuse me while I take a nap during my work hour using the excuse that Decolsin has conveniently provided for me.
I have resurrected from my deep long blog hibernation to report on the battle between Peyo and the fierce Flu-o-Squad.
Fear not, since I am happy to report that at this moment, our beloved Peyo has finally gained some important inches at the battle ground and close to finally win this exhausting battle. This mentally and physically consuming battle has been ongoing for more than a week, and both sides have gone back and forth on attacks using their most powerful and advanced weapons. At one point in time, Peyo was badly injured when the Flu-o-Squad has released all of their most powerful weapons, and caused our dear Peyo to suffer from fever, headache, endless cough, runny nose, and extreme tiredness. Thankfully, Peyo has managed to find the potent weapon to make the Flu-o-Squad retreat back to their homeland.
After utilizing various available weapons, Peyo would like to use this blog as a medium to share to the good people of internet on the effectiveness of weapons to attack the Flu-o-Squad:
1) Those traditional tiny Chinese black pills
Comment: Consuming this medication brings the memory of childhood where mother would shove upon us all variation of Chinese herbs and medications. Such sweet memories. That is all I can say about these pills though since they do not provide any effective attacks on the Flu-o-Squad.
Grade: D
2) Cough Suppressant Drops
Comment: I like the taste of the drops, but it will only give you a temporary relief (5 minutes max) before the Flu-o-Squad realizes that it's just a fake attack and come with an even more powerful force to avenge you.
Grade: D
3) Adem Sari - A delicious fruity drink to release the heat from your body (description copied from indonesianfoodmart.com)
Comment: I love Adem Sari. But honey, you're out of your league on this game. Still, I have a sweet spot for the product, so I'm going to be an easy grader this time.
Grade: B
4) A concoction of drugs that contained some form of morphine provided by my family doctor
Comment: I was in cloud 9 accompanied by dancing bears, and would have been a happy camper if that damn cough would stop bothering me.
Grade: C
5) OBHerbal - Some cheap cough syrup drugs that was highly praised by my auntie and cousin
Comment: It tasted and looked like some factory waste. Gave me a pseudo relief for a day, and that's it.
Grade: FAILED - Because taste is also important people.
6) Kaempferia galanga + Honey (a.k.a kencur + madu)
Comment: Giving pity on my mother who seemed exasperated by the sound of my horrible coughs, one of the customers recommended this traditional medicine to combat the Flu-o-Squad. Result: mother is still exasperated.
Grade: D
7) A concoction of drugs that contained some form of morphine provided by my employee's doctor
Comment: Hoping that I have some luck with a different doctor, I visited my employee's doctor. Oddly enough, he has the same first name as my family doctor. Unlucky enough, his prescription is at the same effectiveness level as my family doctor's.
Grade: C
Editorial Note: Seriously, how long is this list going to be????
Peyo: Hang in there, it's almost done!
8) Lemon Juice + Salt + Sweet Soy Sauce + Hot Water
Comment: Undeterred by the failure of kencur + honey mixture, I finally agreed to swallow this traditional medication. It tasted funky, but in a Peyo approved way, and it did resulted in some productive coughs (I could get rid some of those yucky phlegm, ewww ..) but not as much as I would risk a heartburn by consuming this very acid mixture again.
Grade: B
9) Rhinos - some colorful capsules that are pleasing for the eyes
Comment: I had runny nose, I popped one capsule of Rhinos, runny nose problem disappears. It's the modern day version of miracle.
Grade: A
10) Decolsin - some ordinary unassuming cough medicine
Comment: Play the soundtrack of victory, here's the winning medicine. It's a cheap medicine and it does the job.
Grade: A + (it causes drowsiness, so I have an excuse to doze off while at work, hoorah!)
Note: In order to reduce the length of the list, I have not included the variation of antibiotics that I've taken.
Some alternative medications that I have not tried:
- Going to Ponari
- Eating a gallon of ice cream
I hope this list is useful for all of you, the good people of internet.
Now excuse me while I take a nap during my work hour using the excuse that Decolsin has conveniently provided for me.
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