For all you word lovers out there.
What is the oft-used word in the English language?
Ans: The.
What about the least?
Ans: Conquistador.
Out of 86,800 entries my name was ranked 3179.

Current Looped Music
Only This Moment by Röyksopp. Groovy beats plus that woman vocals just kills me.

Ghosts

The Chickens Are Restless
Taking a break from mundane work, I typed Master in the search field in my iTunes. And these are my findings.

Master And Servant
by Depeche Mode
Jam Master Jay
by Run D.M.C
The Masterplan
by Supersoul
Master of Puppets
by Metallica
New York, New York
by Grandmaster Mel Melle and The Furious 5
Jazz Master
by Alex Reece
The Creator Has A Masterplan
by Pharoah Sanders
Starchasers (Masters At Work remix)
by 4Hero
The Message
by Grandmaster Flash + The Furious 5

But wait. I see a pattern here. All the songs are electronic based music, leaning towards the jazz genre. Only Master of Puppets by Metallica considered metal music.

Just some useless info on a Friday afternoon.

You're welcome.

This site rocked for revealing an in-depth text on one of our enduring foods. For those who love smoke salmon as the main meat in a sandwich, look no more. Try my simple to make yet taste so nice and healthy sandwich.

You will need
1) Mustard
2) Cheese (the Laughing Cow brand is good. Spreads like butter and taste divine)
3) 3 or 4 slices of smoke salmon
4) A handful of alfalfa
5) 2 slices of Bonjour white bread (soft, very soft)

Spread the cheese. Squeeze some mustard. I like to make wavy patterns on my bread. Purely aesthetic reasons of course.

Grab a handful of alfalfa. Alfalfa is one of the most nutritious foods on the planet. And it taste just nice with salmon. Other vegetables that you might wanna consider are tomatoes and capers.

Place the sliced salmons on top of your garnishings and voila! You might want to spread more mustard on top of the alfalfas. The mustard can act like glue when you place the salmon on top of it.

That’s it. A nice sandwich for lunch or dinner. Brew your favourite drink, put on some nice tunes, grab a book and you’re set.

Enjoy!

Overhead conversations
Woman at hair salon
Woman: My hair look so old I thought of dyeing it.

Women discussing age
Woman 1: Hey you should stop eating that! Those preservatives are not good for you.
Woman 2: Honey, at my age, I need all the preservatives I can eat.

Simple things
I saw an aged neighbour of mine, pedalling his new bicycle under my block yesterday. He looked so happy, so contented, I just had to say Hi to him when he passed by me.

“Hello Uncle! Nice bike you have there. Is it new?”

“Nola. Its my son’s bike. He didn’t want to play with it anymore. I got nothing to do, so I paint it new and see...it looks really nice right?”

Oh the bicycle was an old BMX type bicyle. I think it was just strange to see a man his age (he’s about 60) looking so happy riding a bicyle. It was nice to see old people who behave like kids when they reach a certain age.

My late grandfather was like that. He was so cheery. He had a smile for every visitor. He gave every grandchild a nickname. So when I came to visit and said Hi to him in his room, he would just drop whatever he’s doing, squints his eyes and always greets me in his sing-song voice, “Normarooh! Oh Normarooh! Is that you Normarooh?”

I just finished a book by Roald Dahl, titled Danny The Champion Of The World. Its about a relationship of a kid and his Dad. It’s really a nice read. And at the end of the book, Mr Dahl advised parents not to be stodgy to their kids. Take it easy. Laugh more. Be like one. And think like one.

My anal client at it again
I have to admit I've overlooked..damn, I was careless. I must..finish..this...round...huff puff..of..changes..this..is...the..final..puffs..lap. Sigh.

Super neat link stolen from Fatboy Lim

If you are my colleague...
and you’re reading my blog...this is not for you. Sometimes I do post things which are too sensitive to be read by you. So please, close your browser now and go read someone else’s blog.

Overhead conversations
McDonalds Funan, 8.52 p.m.
I was just unlucky to share my dinner with senseless McKids and irresponsible McParents.

Kids, shouting “WAHHHHHHH...AHHHHHH!!!!” as they run, full force, 120 km/h, past by my table. Adults, chatting away, oblivious to the commotion their little spawns had wrecked.

Oh please, fuck off? The lot of you.

And the kid that screamed the loudest? It was this little girl, who looked no more than eight, I think she was built with an oversized lungs. Either that, or she’s just being a pampered bitch. Whatever happened to nice, docile, little girl image, most of us associate little girls with? Is there any decency left on this world? Time is already a luxury in our society. But silence? Is it too much too ask?

I really pity the poor girl for not having strict parents who won’t hesitate to beat you senseless for misbehaving especially in public. I wondered what she’d be when she grow up? I hope she will be the first woman officer commanding our National Day parade.

And the adults. Go and die la the lot of you! You can’t they even discipline your offsprings in public? Is that conversation you’re having really important? This is a fucking restaurant by the way.

I had a meeting with my most anal client ever. Her legendary eagle eyes can make Art Directors all around the world questioned their talents. Our agenda? To discuss the precise details of her latest revisions (at last count, it totalled 64,000).

What amazes me was how civilised I was in the meeting. Maybe I'm meek. Maybe I’m too compliant. I’m just a wussy when it involves clients.

This is how the meeting would be if everyone removes their mask and social mores.

Me (eyes opened wide): How ARE you...you lousy nitpicking whore? It's been a while. So what do they call you now?
Client 1: It's Mabel you asshole. My God! You've aged! White hairs...Gucci bags...oh hell...ripped jeans?
Me: Hey look who's talking. (tilts head towards Mabel’s bum) Can see your panty lines from here. Oh hahah! (squints eyes) Is that an L you're wearing?
Client 2 (getting uncomfortable): Enough pleasantries! Can we start the meeting?