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Against Darwin's
i read yurisa's latest post about fossils & apes and i have something to share...well i always do, so bare with me.

i believe that our ancestors were humans, not monkeys. i more consent on the "social darwinism" who holds a theory of evolution by the natural selection. it is not only a model for the development of biological traits, but also applied to human social institution. in a nutshell, who can make a lot of money were chosen to dominate. that makes more sense but actually, the main reason is that i declined to visualize adam & eve in monkey's appearance.

comparing science and religion concept will definitely take forever since they speak a different languange, the black hole theory, for instance. and i also read about the "eugenics" theory which improves the human genetic qualities". some might descibe it as a human action whose goal is to improve the "gene pool". more intellegent people, physically healthier & stronger people, and morally superior people. criticism like the pseudoscience argued on the way of eugenics objectifies human hereditary traits which places too much value on irrational characteristics rather than considers the individuals as a whole.

so if human is a part of the evolution, my question is, what's next?

well...let's not get too pensive and enjoy what i found:
Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic

teteh, thanx for the idea. i enjoy reading ur post, am so at awe at your brainpower. it's nice to discover a new layer on a person.
coffee love
He first met her at a party. She was so wonderful, with her big brown eyes and dark silky hair, her steps reveal confidence. many guys chasing after her but only him who saw abit of loneliness sparkling in her eyes.

He encouraged his lips to greet her with his ordinary life and said "Have a coffee with me sometimes." She was surprised by his courage and yet saw the sincerest eyes of him, so she nodded.

The days after they sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything. She started to feel uncomfortable and thought, please, let me go home. Suddenly, he asked the waiter,

"Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously,

"Why do you have this hobby?". He replied, "When I was a little boy, I used to live near the sea. I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown. I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there".

While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can talk about his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful.

He was such a good person but she almost missed him, thanks to his salty coffee. Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married the prince, then they lived a happy life.

And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:

"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you ... the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time... Actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication!

I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth. I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life!

Since I knew you, I never felt sorry for anything I do for you.Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her,
"What's the taste of salty coffee?"

"It's sweet", she replied.
danar made an interesting observation about me. i say that it is interesting because it was an observation..about me. nuff said. anyways, he (yes, danar is a guy. his full name is airodanaris. haha. i dunno why i should laugh at that, my first name is airinantha) said that i never seem to move from the beanbag in front of the tv in the living room during the day. in fact, i can actually tell the time of day from the tv shows that are on coz i am couch potato personified.

i watch ananda lewis show, eventhough i dont like it ~every single day. if its not on, i'll be like, "hey..where's ananda?!" then i get a hissy fit wic consists of me just lying on the beanbag making gurgling sounds. ananda lewis reminds me of willow tree. her long curly makes me hungry for chinese fried noodle. talking about chinese fried noodle makes me hungry for..chinese fried noodle, maybe i will cook some later.

i like watching Oprah, a while after ready steady shower, i used to like watching until i got sick of it. i also used to write down the recipes in my cell phone but i never got the ingredients rite, so in my cellphone will be recipes going like: "sprinkle pepper on fish and put someting something seed herbs. boil for ??minutes." so i gave it up. but speaking of Oprah, have u realized that Oprah switches from 'black speak' to 'white speak' within a show constantly? if she's talking to a black woman, she'd be like "mmmm..girlfriend! i told you, he ain't sayin' nothin' to you now, y'hear?" but when speaking to a white person she goes all...white. bizzare. but i love it. in indonesia, they always mix up old episodes and new episodes of Oprah. so one day you'd be watchin 'fat Oprah season' and the next day 'skinny Oprah'. it makes life more interesting for me, coz i play bets with other ppl that she'd be either skinny or fat before the show starts.

after Oprah i watch life & style. i love the makeovers and all the 4 hosts. Kimora's been my all-time favorite and Lynne Koplitz reminds me of my grade school teacher who used to yell at me all the time. wasn't a nice feeling but my sentimentality emerges everytime i hear her funny accent. once there was the N.Y Serendipity Ice Cream House's chief came to the show and brought along their latest offer which was $1,000 vanilla ice cream with eatable pure gold topping & caviar. i was like "dammit...whats wrong with this ppl!" and suddenly Kimora said "oh come on...whats wrong with you ppl?". thats why i like her.

finally after life & style i watch entertainment tonite for fun, since everybody watch it as a necessity. it makes me feel so happy and nifty as i retain celebrity gossip and news and tell the whole world what i know at social gatherings. armed with these news, i become a powerful all knowing being. ppl would be sayin shit like "oh i heard brad pitt and angelina jolie are married" and i'd be all like "nu-uh! not true!" and they's be like "oh yeah sez who?" and i'd be like "sez entertainment tonite!" and a quiet engulfs them and they look at me and say " has to be true then. she speaks the truth! inan, she speaks the truth!". it makes me feel smarter somehow.
she asked me to do this. so here it goes.

10 years ago: was 10. very very vague memory. less imageries than childhood time. everyday was a routine. school, ballet lesson, piano lesson, singing lesson, lesson, lesson, lesson and tv. that was me education.

5 years ago: discovery era. phone-talking endlessly (so much that i stopped talking now). great friends. first big crush. cutting up pictures from magazines and stick it on the journal. . party party party every weekends. went bananas wit them. was so into punk & Blink182. still am really.

5 snacks (fave/recent):
-dark chocolate for luxury!
-chicken 126 from famima. it's highly addictive.
-wicked wings from KFC. i like the fact that it feels less hormon-ish than value meal.
-melon juices.

5 songs I know all the words to:
-fatima rainey's hey. oldy oldy me.
-pussycatdolls's sway. with the mic's action and all.
-maroon5's sunday morning.
-any of Blink's, really.
-somebody's twinkle2 lil star. hey, anyone can remember this.

100 million to spend?: no way. really? ok. set up a foundation for poor kids. stray puppy's sanctuary. loading my wardrobe then travel in style (or maybe just all scruffy and messy) and cool concerts. maybe adopt some poor kids on the way.

5 bad habits:
-being lazy. lazy to chew rice, lazy to switch off the tv, even talking.
-procrastinate like a queen mother.
-live in mess.
-not talking when i shud.
-maybe skipping class.

5 fave joys:
-lunch/dinner with the girls follow up by watching movies and have a good cry.
-still in bed early morning wit maliq & d'essentials.
-be impressed randomly.!!!

5 retreats:
-singing anytime/anything.
-like estelle, jazz and coffee backyard. so cliche.
-just listening to my fave songs.
-quiet laundry. fresh smell of it.
-reading good books like anais nin's.

5 fave toys:
-ai my toy. now it's don juan.
-lap top. that stupid game that no one plays.
-my camera. i'm a cam whore.
-my boyfriend. he volunteered.

5 things I'd never wear:
-distasteful prints on pants. or just mismatched prints.
-a yellow from head to toe.
-anything that screams dolly parton.
-shiny sporty shades.
-macdonald's shoes. that i've mentioned it...i quite like them.

5 tv shows:
-laguna beach. so rad.
-desperate housewives.
-friends. fucking hilarious.
-sex & the city. lusting over city.
-the o.c. what else?

5 people who HAVE to do this:
no reason, i just love to know. tho' i wonder if ppl actually read this....
Dream and Yearbook
Once I dreamt about the guy I used to like, a long long time ago. He is probably in another parts of the world and I haven't seen him in ages. The dream was so strong I can almost feel him. In my dream I was lying down in a deep dark greenwood, sleeping with closed eyes but an opened mind so I could see him walking towards me with a small steps. My heartbeat was racing, the butterfly in my stomach spread its wings and I could hear the buzz running to my ears. He was very close, very much close as I can smell his masculine odour. My hands were trembling hard and I was so scared he would find out my fake sleep. Luckily he didn't. Instead he gazed at me with a sincere fondness and slipped a piece of paper in my palm. my fingers moved so I could touch his, I felt warm inside. then he left. After a while I opened my eyes but couldn't find him in my nearest sight, only birds chirping and pine trees whispering one to another. I touched the part he touched me and tried to read what he wrote. It says "Back to sleep, Princess. I'll see you in your dream" He left as quick as he came and just like that my heart he stole.

and i woke up as i was trying to look for him. when I opened my eyes I feel so sad. then I searched for my yearbook and as I found his old picture, I also found out that day was his birthday.

self obsessed

this is one of my old posts:

how high do you really think your narcissistic tendencies are? how high could a person possibly have?

it's nonsense. buy a mirror. enjoy your reflection. pretend yourself as a movie star, or at least, a famous person. smile and figure out your best angle. this aint bullshit. it works very well.

enjoy your self doesnt mean annoy others. write it down, people! a bunch of guys here in APU (god, my freakin college) are totally self-obsessed. we call'em gargoyle -yes, they're THAT annoying-. their heads are up there high so they could hardly watch where their asses go. sucks to be them. i both hate and love them at the same time coz they're fun to watch. i even had a big crush on one of'em. a big weird crush.

girls. they bitch about others too much. japanese girls do really need some fashion emergency. only GOD could help them. girls think they are fat tho' their legs look like a twig. they think they aint tan enough to wear such stupid summer dress. gosh you look way more burnt than my burned waffle. get a grip. some sleep with many guys many times for the sake of social standard. the numbers are higher than Brunei's population. how crazy it is.

girls = self-conscious.

this formula had existed long way before Newton found the gravitation. like, me for instance, spend 80 % of my whole life worrying about my appearance. hair. skin. dress. shoes. belly. toofat. not-so-fat. thigh. height. weight. cant never get enough of that. my current interests = losing weight, gaining weight, losing weight. still. curves are much much comfier than bones, yes pumpkin? no harm of being fat as long as you're happy. F*** people comment. they're just jealous. trust me on this.

more cushion for the pushin'. never let anyone tell you otherwise. enjoy the beauty of eating. enjoy yourself. more wine, more good food, more smart conversation, and definitely more laughter. depression is boring, anti social and bad for your skin. you know yourself the most so act like the truly owner.

be selfish, be wise. so on a final note, eat, drink, smile and be merry.

i'm off track anyways...

*if i (again) hurt anyone on this comment, you shd stop reading my post. your fragile soul shdn't obtain any further temptation and apparently i love tempting ppl's fragile soul. i shall call you my child instead of doll.*
and the brainy club is.
Nanzy wrote:

Today I thought about…
How do telephones work?
and how they can amazingly capture all different tones, vibes and accents.
posted: September 15,2005 07:22 AM

Jen wrote:

Read ur another version abt TV and thought about who invented the remote control and how he is to blame for the laziness of all those who came after him.
And what is infrared exactly?
posted: September 15, 2005 08:49 AM

Nanzy wrote:

i dont know. but you didnt answer my question, useless.
i dont have a remote control. i have a big long stick.
so really, a truly lazy person (one who has perfected the art of laziness) is always creative in these matters. my daddy always said, give a difficult task to a lazy person and he'll find the easiest way to do it. so true huh?
posted: September 25,2005 03:45 PM

still longing for another pleasing remark..........................


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i know people who know cool people. proud Indonesian. right-handed. quintessential pisces. the original. starting afresh. unintentionally intense. deeper than the mariana trench. smart. kind. lonely. negative. loaded. space cowboy. sweet. mildly disillusioned. first child. too sensitive for her own good. short & curvy. never cruel. kinky. flippant. loud. singing into hairbrush. dirty dirty dirty words. silly. affectionate. self conscious. occasionally elitist. lost?


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