Storm in a tea cup

Finally worked up some guts to start writing this blog thing. My English is not so good, so guess you just have to put up with it (since you are reading it anyway)!
This is good. I am talking without knowing who I am talking to. In this little imaginary world, my blog, I am the queen like the queen Alice met in the Wonderland, I can scream ‘head off’ anytime I want, to whoever I want. No wonder this is addictive :P
I am reading this book called Jane Austen’s Book Club (I usually read more than one book at a time. I can switch between Jane Austen’s and Ellery Queen’s freely. Yes I know, I am multitasking!). Miss Austen would be laughing her head off that after so many years women are still worried about the same thing – man, The Man. Is he the one? Is he not the one? Do I want a good provider or a ‘core shaker’? You know, Miss Austen, even though we have something called The Internet nowaday, sometimes a woman/man’s world is not a whole lot bigger than your tiny little tea cup.