July 2006


When I am jealous of another woman, my friend subtly tells me don’t and why … …

JF :   XXX is very kind.

Me:  Yes, he is.

JF :  And very polite, too.

Me:  He is always very polite.

JF :  He is a charming man.

Me:  He is.

Me:  I am jealous of his wife.

JF :  … …

Me:  How come some women have all the luck?

JF :  He may be too polite in the bedroom.

Me:  Wahaha! Okay, I am not jealous anymore.



A blog friend has gone missing for almost a month. Although not asked to do the favor, I voluntarily help clean up the comments page of his blog every day. Persistently at least thirty to fifty spams come in every day and needless to say, they go straight into the trash bin where they rightfully belong to.

Everyone knows that everyone unwelcomes spams and nobody will read them, it is therefore baffling why spammers insist on overwhelming cyberspace denizens with countless unsolicited emails. Unless the intention is devious and malicious, ignorant spammers whose primary concern is getting their ads read should explore ways to recruit subscribers and upgrade themselves to become authorized advertisers approved by subscribers.

By the way, for some spammers out there, disguising as an interested reader of someone’s blog posts will not help because such antic is easy to spot.

Shoot me


How often do we get responses like: “huh?” and “what?” from service personnel when we ask them questions about some merchandise? Such responses will usually arouse an urge in me to knock their head. Instead of saying “huh?” and “what?”, why can’t they say: “Pardon me” or “Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.”? I don’t get it.

I am tired of hearing the excuse that service level is horrendous because the staff are not properly trained in customer service. It sounds rather ridiculous to me that one needs to be trained to be polite. Does it mean that we can become super-polite if we have a bachelor degree or MBA in Courtesy?

We can’t smile and we have no idea how to be polite. Blame it on our education system. Yeah, right.

Hunter Soul

What kind of soul am I?

You are driven and ambitious – totally self motiviated to succeed
Actively working to acheive what you want, you are skillful in many areas.
You are a natural predator with strong instincts … and more than a little demanding.
You are creative, energetic, and an extremely powerful force.

An outdoors person, you like animals and relate to them better than people.
You tend to have an explosive personality, but also a good sense of humor.
People sometimes see you as arrogant or a know it all.
You tend to be a bit of a loner, though you hate to be alone.

Souls you are most compatible with: Seeker Soul and Peacemaker Soul

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Uniquely Me 

Ja.NICE, your most unique quality is that you’re unusually Intense.

You’re wound up and have a lot going on. Others may have trouble understanding what you’re going through, but they generally find your intensity very compelling and are drawn to you. This happens even without effort on your part. Compared to others who are also intense, you are unusually quick to react when someone tries to hurt you. Only 2.1% of all test takers have this unique combination of personality strengths.

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First impression counts and it applies to meeting people online as well. I will usually reply a stranger’s email as long as it is a polite email. But politeness is not enough to make me keep on replying emails if no decent conversation takes place after one or two correspondence.

Classic examples of email that land up in the recycle bin are these … …

First email : “Hello, how are you?”

First reply  :  “I am fine. Thank you. Hope you too.”

Second email :  “I am a [insert occupation]

Second reply  :  “I see. Cool.”

Third email : “So what about you?”

[Yawn and press DELETE]

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Email: “Hey Pretty, care to be friends?”

[My name is not Pretty. I think you got the wrong person. Press DELETE]

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Email: “Hello, I want to be your friend.”

[Sounds like a loser. Press DELETE]

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PS: Thanks for the email but I am sorry we can’t be friends. The problem is not you, it’s me.


My god, I turned a year older on Thursday. I still feel young though, like I have stopped growing old since a decade and a half ago.

After this birthday, I am making it official that the advertisers are my friends. Look, they are more reliable and caring than my friends. They never fail to remember my birthday and are forever kind to extend birthday offers to me. I was amused and a little sad that more advertisers remembered my birthday than my friends did. But wait a moment, I forgot that I actually have very few friends.

As on every birthday, I secretly longed for a bowl of noodles from my mother for this birthday. When I was a little girl, my mother would get up early on my birthday morning to cook me a bowl of noodles for breakfast. I wish I had told her how joyful I was waking up on my birthday and seeing a bowl of noodles waiting for me at the breakfast table. I wish I had told her how much I had enjoyed eating it. I missed that birthday present.

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