Ever had someone ask you what you do when you get home after work and giving you that look when you say you would go on the net and check your blog, your forum, your mails and your chats? Ever had people give you strange looks when you tell them your hobby is making webpages and going online for games, discussions and debates? It's as if there is something wrong with wanting to spend your free time on the intenet. When I tell people that what I like to do after work is to go home and r...

Another ant story. Won't be the last, I promise you. Because when I was little, I liked ants quite a lot. (I was an only child and I had no one to play with.) I had great fun catching them, keeping them and doing all the matter of cruel things that children do with ants. But this is one ant story that I always like to share with people. Back when I was eight or nine, I live in a house where there were these half a centimeter sized orangy-red ants in the backyard. They weren't too smal...

I saw a young man dash across the road to catch a bus, in the process, he was nearly rolled over by a large construction CAT truck. Later that day, I saw a well dressed woman walk across the zebra crossing without so much as a care about whether the car that was coming towards her was going to stop or not. In another instance, a bunch of shoppers step out onto the street immediately when the light go red for the cars and green man comes on. Most times, cars will come obediently to a stop....

(Disclaimer: This may not be funny or even witty, but I was just feeling silly.) I was happily sitting on my couch munching potato chips in front of the TV when I felt a sharp prick on my forearm. I look down, and there was a tiny red ant with his little pincers angrily pinching a mere bit of my flesh. What the hell was this little ant so angry about? Was I sitting in its place? Was it because I moved my arm too much? *smack* It fell to the floor, dead. Lesson for future bad tempere...