Book series: It’s not like I don’t want jigg to read, I just don’t appreciate him reading every waking moment of the day that a book being the third person in our relationship. I’d find him with the book on the train, after dinner, in the bathroom, before he goes to bed, when he wakes up in the morning, and any other time he isn’t sleeping, working, or eating. The worst part is that all the books he likes happen to be 10+ part series.

Oranges: We bought a box of four dozen oranges over Chinese New Year. jigg managed to finish the box by himself in one week and got himself an ulcer. The same can be said about watermelons, soy sauce, and ketchup, but these things haven’t given him an ulcer yet.

Juicy by Notorious BIG: jigg would start rapping this song out of nowhere ALL the time – in the shower, on the train, on the streets, while brushing his teeth, etc. etc. I hear this song so often, even I know the opening lyrics to it.

When I showed her jigg’s Facebook profile picture, she concluded he was quite handsome with a broad forehead, large eyes, nicely curved lips, strong jaw line, and good sized ears – all good qualities that positively told something about his temperament, wealth, generosity, etc.

She then asked if he eats vegetables. (Yes.) This is important because according to some “scientific” article, people who don’t eat vegetables have violent temper due a lack of some nutrient or other.

Her next set of questions concerned his interests and hobbies. When I began listing the various sports he plays, she became very alarmed with the fact that he boxes. Apparently boxers are violent people and warned me that I shouldn’t piss him off else he would knock me out one day.

Next she took our birthdays and zodiac signs into account and concluded jigg and I are a great match.

Not that I believed in any of this hocus pocus, but maybe there is hope in astrology after all.