The Borneo Yoko Ono

Over here, work has started getting into a regular humdrum routine. Something I don't particularly mind after the hectic pace of the city before. It's kinda nice to kick back, relax and unwind.

And when the stress does catch up to me - rare though that may be - I find myself searching through the roster of names to put an instant smile on my face. It has become almost a force of habit to scan through the registry of names! You see, the folks over here are certainly original when it comes to finding names. Forget about the Wrestleys and Cherrys.


What a name!
Over here we have far more novel monikers. Obviously the hopeful parents here are far from unabashed in naming their offspring. Not only have I been regaled with the likes of Elektronika, Handbag and Jesus Christ, we've also had superstars dropping by for a visit. Kevin Costner came by for a nose job while Kenny Rogers had a circumcision done just the other day.

The today we had Yoko Ono making a brief appearance. Far from the slant-eyed Japanese kook we all expected, this particular dame was short, squat and particularly dark.

And scheduled for an appendicectomy.

Yoko : Yes, my name is Yoko.
Paul : Imagine! And do you have John, Paul, George and Ringo for siblings?
Yoko : How did you guess? John and Ringo actually.

How can I not smile at that?