Balance of buying and selling

You need to be a glass-savvy, collector, or at least have bought some glasses, to be a good glasses seller.

You need to be a glass-savvy, collector, or at least have bought some glasses, to be a good glasses seller.

If you decide to buy cheaper products or services or not to buy something because you cannot afford it at the time, it is understandable. One should have priorities given their other needs. I somehow notice people who decide to rarely buy regardless their actual needs and capacity to afford some important things. Continue reading

LinkedIn disaster

Recently notice, LinkedIn offered me an automatic invitation by synchronizing all the contacts in my e-mail list and smartphone. Somehow, I thought that was a bad idea. But I also thought that it would be too exhausting to sort the contacts manually. So I was in a dilemma between pressing Proceed or Cancel. Continue reading

Different stats, different number

In websites, different stats developer would result different numbers. Don't sweat it.

In websites, different stats developer would result different numbers. Don’t sweat it.

If you are a blogger or a webmaster, you must know, there are some bold differences between statistic builders. That kind of difference is not unusual at all, but it’s certainly not a conspiracy to inflate the numbers! If you do a little searching, you will find lots of criticism about Google Analytics undercounting visitors. Cookies may be disabled or they may not expire between visits which will cause their numbers to be very low. Continue reading

My sister in law Lena now wear glasses

Sister with glasses

“Since when did you wear that?” I asked my sister in law. I never met her since almost a decade ago. “I remember you hated the glasses.”

“Whoa, whoa, still I hate it. My childhood wish was to not wear glasses. But that woman testing my eyes with those giant E alphabet and the other tiny alphabets ruined my wish one afternoon,” said the teenager. Continue reading

India is crazy, some say

In a barbershop in Jakarta, I sat queueing to cut my hair. A Bollywood movie was playing on a TV station. Among the drama, suddenly (like usually) an intro music played. And a woman character started to sing. Accidently, I noticed a customer of the barbershop crossed his forehead with finger. I don’t know what exactly he meant. But I guess he was annoyed by the song and the (illogical) dance in the drama movie, and saw that the movie is crazy. Continue reading