will i am's delayed diary

Nostril Hair Swiped from numlok™ . White hair~ the mark of maturity? Wisdom? Stressed out? Age? Too much brain usage? Sexiness ala Richard Gere? My brother had his fair share since he was in Form Six. Can't help it since he was a computer freak since his teenage years. Can you believe he actually read source code in his free time? :S. I, on the other hand do not have a single strand of white hair on my head yet. However, I do have white nostril hair! TMI? Huhu. I wonder what that signifies?

Orange (365/340) Swiped from JenniPenni . Nearly everyday I'd eat an orange. BND0.50 per fruit. Usually sour, but I don't mind. Every time I cut it, my colleague would know as the sourness would permeate across the living room. Out of politeness I would offer him a piece, but he never accepted. I thought it was just about the taste, but then I found out that it was also about the sound! Some people just bite into a slice and eat some of the pulp, suck out the juices. On the other hand, I usually rip the flesh off the skin. Turns out that my roommate is averse to this sound! To him, unpeeling a pomelo has the same effect as running one's spiked cock ring across a blackboard! He immediately hugged himself and jumped off the couch. Such a major response. LOL. What's your 'favourite' sound? :D

School Timetable 1982 Swiped from DanieVDM . My client hired a well-known consultancy to manage the project. They are afraid that we might con them, hence they are there to keep tabs on things. Highly-paid to arrange meetings, help users note down problems, push things through and make sure everyone's life is difficult. So professional, forever asking about required timelines and documents. And yet, schedule clashes happen! My six day session got chopped down to six afternoon sessions just because some idiot overlooked it. And so, my time is wasted and we have to rush things. Plus, my users are pissed and I have to extend my stay. Ugh. Consultants .

surrounded Swiped from The Thinking Doll . This has been a turbulent fourth quarter. One would think that things would slow down when nearing the end of the year with vacations and holidays on everyone's minds. But the inverse seems to be happening. Work has been a bitch with things blowing up here and there. And one hundred and one clashes. The follow up with the legal issues for my late dad's estate suddenly cropped up. And with me in Brunei, worrying about mum at home. But I worry about SK the most, as she seems to be fighting several fronts at once. Hope she gets a break soon. Can only do so much over here. Sending all my love and prayers.

When there's nothing to do, one tends to stuff things in the mouth ( not talking about dick here, but I guess it's a valid angle too ). For me, it has been oranges, apples, raisins, dried guava and other more unhealthy varieties like Lays potato chips and Kosuka tapioca chips. Sometimes I'd buy yoghurt too. But this is just a far cry from my colleagues who just live across the hall. To date, both of them have consumed nine tubes of Pringles, four packets of Ruffles and eight cup noodles! All in just two weeks. I salute them. If I ate that much of salt and MSG-laden food, my throat would have surrendered in just a couple of days. Any personal junk food records to share? Note: An ex-colleague of mine once shared that he could down two large pizza in one sitting or one large bucket of KFC. Don't worry, he has slimmed down now.

Kuala Lurah - The booze cruise! Swiped from WeonSnonge . I arrived at Bandar Seri Begawan on the 31st of October. My return ticket is for the 2nd of December. A social visit pass to Brunei is only thirty days. So if I follow that itinerary, I would most probably be hauled up for violating immigration laws. Don't pray pray . Criminals here can't even get away with stealing a refrigerator. So, my fatty boss drove a bunch of us up to Kuala Lurah ( outskirt of Limbang ) to extend my stay and have dinner. Just a thirty minute drive. The Brunei immigration is quite unorganized in general. The officer just takes your passport and stamps it without looking at your face. For arrivals and departures, you stick your passport into the same window at the side of a shipping container. Amazing. On the Malaysian side, the CIQ Complex is much more decent. We parked on the Brunei side and walked across the border. The roads were riddled with potholes and unlit. Horrible. Just out of the

Breakfast of Kings Swiped from Pieter Pieterse . The chef at my hotel is really a genius. Seri Anjung: Rasa Malaysia definitely deserves some Michelin stars. The quality has been very consistent. One bite of the fried noodles or kuay teow is usually enough for me to spit it out. Superbly sweet. Plus the noodles are usually not properly cooked. Terrific. I've seen a regular try to neutralize the sweetness by dumping salt on it. Hah! Another colleague of mine uses chilli sauce. Such attempts remind me of trying to cover B.O. with the perfume. Lagi hapak! Sometimes breakfast is served with a starchy egg drop soup. Never dared try that. Snot in the morning. Eww. The fried rice is more decent, but the MSG in there has a wonderfully stinging sensation. The only edible thing they serve is the white porridge. Wonderfully hot and bland. Haha. But not all are misses. The chef did once whip up a nice macaroni in beef and clove broth. And the french toast is OK too. But that's just