Are you a vegetarian? Are you the type of vegetarian that does not eat eggs? If you are, then be aware that the glue on the envelopes may contain materials made from eggs.

I never thought about this till today when my vegetarian colleague was trying to mail something and then he was looking for a glue stick to glue the envelope. I told him that you can just leak the glue on the envelope with your tongue and then press on it to stick, once he said, what if the glue contained eggs?

Well, if you are not that detail oriented and you are still a vegetarian, you might want to go backwards and check if you have broken your vegetarianism by leaking the glue on the envelope or some other similar activity.

Those who know me also know that I watch and read the news for plain entertainment. Media in United States is controlled by people who own more than %50 of this country’s wealth, so it is obvious that the media is doing something for them and not the majority of the population. It is simple. To my opinion, media is a tool for governments to give people misleading information so that ordinary citizens would not see the reality behind the scene. Thus whenever I watch news or read something which sounds silly, I tell myself, something fishy is going on that the government is trying to hide. Today, in news they were taking about Senate vetoing President Bush and Bush vetoing back on his bill for funding U.S. troops, and I am sure tomorrow they will pass the bill to fund the troops in Iraq and Afghanistan which does not make any sense.

This is a simple game people. Watch it carefully. Look for contradictions, funny stories, and maybe you will find a clue attached to the truth.

And those FBI bastards reading my blog better know that I am just a caring and thoughtful citizen and have no affiliation with whatever grumpy stuff is happening in politic around the world.

Have you been in a situation which you accidentally made a phone call? If you haven’t, you are so darn lucky because it happened to me many times and many of them were not fun. Here is what happened today:

We were at the Spot restaurant with friends that I asked for one of my friend’s phone number. She kindly spelled it to me and I punched in into my cell phone then I pushed dial so that she will have my phone number on her caller id. We kept talking that I realized my phone was on call for 45 seconds, so making jokes, I said “Hey!.. Look I am on the phone with you for 48 seconds!” This happens a lot; you call someone and you forget that it went onto the voicemail system and your voice gets recorded, so as the times that your phone dials unintentionally because it is under pressure either by your butt in your back pocket or some object on your front pocket. Anyways, but this time it was slightly different. Continuing on making jokes, I held the phone next to my ears and yelled “Hey! Ati’s voicemail.” It was not pleasing rather scary that I was staring at her face and she did not have a phone on her hand, but someone replied “Yes!” Was it ghost or something? I am not really scared of ghosts but I don’t like shocks like this either. I knew I dialed the correct number so it couldn’t have been someone else unless the congestion in the wireless network resulted in a jam and thus my line crossed some other line. But this happened rarely, so it was not that easy to realize it at that moment. All of the sudden, I realized that it is the ghost of her mother speaking with me. Yes! Her mom had her phone that day. But the story does not end here. Persian parents are typically curious, so was her mother. She had heard my voice and not her boyfriend’s voice thus resulting into little bit of confusion. Thankfully things were resolved and the story ended with laughter.

It had been windy these days. The sky’s goddess has been sneezing so hard that it even shook my room‘s window. She caught cold. It is ironic that she is the goddess but she doesn’t have a cure to her own sickness. I got a flu shot from UCLA Ash Center before I go on vacation, but the goddess. She could have accessed UCLA Ash Center; she doesn’t need a key. She is capable of so much supernatural’s that she can suck up a flu shot from behind the building structure, but she did not. I wonder if doctrines write jokes about her power and generosity. She chose to become sick and make all of her creatures sick too, of course, except those who where immune.

I always thought of Mr. Tree is strong because he is from the Palms family. Ever since he has moved into the Westwood Neighborhood, he has been standing steady in front of my room’s window blocking the beautiful sun from shining into my room. Despite his strength, he tripped over Mr. Pole. Too bad Pole was carrying the charges for the entire neighborhood; he couldn’t stand Tree’s heavy weight and pulled on his sisters and all fell. I cannot see anymore because it is dark now. The lights from the goddess window are blocked by her used tissue papers flying on the sky. What a day!

After all these troubles, I realized the beauty of a pile of leaves, not collected by Mr. Gardener but by the goddess sneeze. I am not sure how she sneezed, but it looked like that it was rotating collecting all the leaves in one pile. I can imagine how dizzy the Leaf family was. Anyways, after all, I found her to be a great artist.