tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56807992011-04-22T03:27:17.929+08:002dudesdude1 , dude2 and their monkeyDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comBlogger1701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1102800353406450562004-12-12T04:48:00.000+08:002004-12-12T05:25:53.406+08:00Mates,
Blogging may not be the best use of time in the world, but there are some inherent qualities undeniable. An online diary never gets lost, and serves as a timely reminder when you need it.
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Tuesday, May 27, 2003 - chernobill.blogspot.com
8 months on. Watch out for this space again! :). Liverpool lost the title race. War in Iraq came and went, and of courseDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1102707495538841662004-12-11T03:11:00.000+08:002004-12-11T03:54:27.256+08:00
Ticket to Ride
I think I’m gonna be sad,
I think it’s today, yeh,
The girl that’s driving me mad,
Is going away.
She’s got a ticket to ride,
She’s got a ticket to ri - hi - hide,
She’s got a ticket to ride, but she don’t care.
She said that living with me,
Is bringing her down yeh,
For she would never be free when I was around.
She’s got a ticket to ride,
She’s got a ticket to ri - hi - hide,
Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1101819928477009892004-11-30T20:50:00.000+08:002004-11-30T21:05:28.476+08:00This is it. The final 100m stretch to the 1500m run.
27 days to go before the start of MMU Worlds 2005, and 34 days to go before our debating appearance in the Grand Final of the MMU Worlds 2005.
I apologize for any stoppages in blog post from this point hence. Or my insular self over the next month or so. I really do wanna hang out and chill with you.
But, this time, is for real. This time, itDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1101675366608201702004-11-29T04:55:00.000+08:002004-11-29T04:56:06.610+08:00Love is something everyone wants, but not everyone is willing to embrace.
Its almost as if we want to love selectively, and be able to go on a holiday away from loving if we choose to. Just like the food we lucky urban folks have, we want a wide ala-carte option, we want instant delivery, we want guarantee on food quality, and we want a finger to point to in case our coffee's not black enough.
Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1101232792877036022004-11-24T01:55:00.000+08:002004-11-24T01:59:52.876+08:00hello!
I'm back from UK.
let me brag a little.
I had the opportunity to open an Oxford IV Quarterfinals debate as the Prime Minister of the House in the Oxford Union Debating Chamber. I am now in the esteemed league of people like Bill Clinton, Yasser Arafat, Gandhi, Winston Churchill, and others, who have addressed the house in the Union chamber!
Absolutely brilliant.
Will blog more of the Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1100085121342911082004-11-10T19:07:00.000+08:002004-11-10T19:12:01.343+08:00Hello World!
This is the first message blogged from this spanking new Ibook! =)
Also,
I'm leaving to UK tomorrow. Two debate competitions beckon at opposite weekends of 11/11/2004 and 22/11/2004. Midweek entertainment will be served at Liverpool, with John, Paul, George and Ringo.
Imagine me at Cavern Club! Actually, don't!
Will tell you more from the Queen's land.
Enjoy the celebrative Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1099332702158941302004-11-02T01:45:00.000+08:002004-11-02T02:11:42.156+08:00The presentation that i alluded to in my earlier post is happening this afternoon.
I'm going to go in there with my guns blazing. Just watch.
Work, which is going on pretty smoothly, may it continue that way.
On other fronts, my family.
Two weeks after my grandma's stroke, my grandad is now admitted into hospital. There is a growth in his liver. I pray that its not malignant. Awaiting test Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1099120766344762792004-10-30T15:13:00.000+08:002004-11-01T21:40:20.963+08:00Ahh!!!!!!!!!
Help me!!!!!
I have so much work to do.
1) A massive, massive presentation to prepare for on Tuesday. The kind of Men in Black presentations, that you see in Wall Street Hollywood flicks. The kind where competency is the basic requirement, and you need to marry vision and class to excel.
2) Debates cases to prepare.
I have time.
But the shit lazy bug has hit me.
I'm just Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1099081398678985932004-10-30T04:21:00.000+08:002004-10-30T04:24:40.436+08:00Just a very quick reminder.
Saturday, 30th October 2004, 9.10 am. Star Movie Channel. That's 42 on the lovely, overpriced Astro.
Lennon: His story.
Have fun =)
Bill
Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1099074064713941982004-10-30T01:00:00.000+08:002004-10-30T04:20:21.013+08:00Having lunch with two of our designers this afternoon,
(graphic designers, i cant afford wardrobe designers yet!)
Our conversation stumbled on the issue of governance in Malaysia.
They argued that the Malaysian goverment is unfair, the quotas are unfair, the education policy is unfair. Two minutes into the conversation with them, you realize that they vehemently believe that the government is Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1098629223842884162004-10-24T22:13:00.000+08:002004-10-25T02:26:39.596+08:00Yes, we may have won another Malaysian Debating Invitational.
But it seems the shelling from the coach is accentuated the more we win.
But that is because, the standard demanded to win Worlds is a few classes above the standard we are dishing out now. The demand in Oxford and Cambridge IVs in two weeks time will be incredible. And come Worlds in MMU, the plan is not to finish at 17 points and beDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1098373022679527492004-10-21T23:10:00.000+08:002004-10-21T23:37:02.680+08:00I've known him since i was 10. Been best of friends since 15. Went to uni together. Had our first chicks together (No i dont mean orgy you ass!). Did uni assignments together (Rather him programming, and me chilling with my chick. But hey! Who did all the maths quizes eh?). Left uni and build a company together. And now, a one last hurrah at debating glory together in the World Debating Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1097679868521460702004-10-13T22:41:00.000+08:002004-10-13T23:04:28.523+08:00You see,
I was sitting down in San Francisco Coffee House in Damansara Utama with my pretentious 3rd world dictator friend.
Then something caught my eye.
There on the counter, was a poster.
The background of the poster is black. On the foreground, there is a picture of a hand with its index finger pointing upwards. Tied on the index finger is a yellow knotted ribbon. Beside this hand, is the Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1097579846777183832004-10-12T18:58:00.000+08:002004-10-12T19:17:26.776+08:00Cunts, Fucks, Lan Ciaus!
Curse you lying, incorrigible motherfuckers. Where the fuck is your ethics? Stuck in your mother's dumb cunt, aye?
Cau Cibai.
Everybody's out to get a quick deal. Every fucking one of them. Fucking Day Trippers.
And you think that i'll bare my ass to be fucked over all the time eh? Why dont you go sock it?
Having released the anger,
some rationale needed.
There are Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1097244297021413092004-10-08T21:33:00.000+08:002004-10-08T22:04:57.023+08:00The thing that held me back the most all this years was that im too shy/afraid.
I was brought up in such a defensive culture that i'm unwilling to be brutally honest, in my appraisal of things, and in my desire.
It manifested in me not getting what i want. It manifested in me lying(not malicious, but rather not being truthful) to people. It made me extremely frustrated. In the end, for fear of Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1097212816809405722004-10-08T13:15:00.000+08:002004-10-08T13:20:16.810+08:0090% of 80 > 60% of 100
That my friend is the truth of the universe.
Dont worry, from this point onwards, you wont get any charitable gifts from me.
You gotta earn the victory. And frankly, i dont think any of you can.
I'm shit fucking hot!
Bill
Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1096975135043498292004-10-05T18:15:00.000+08:002004-10-05T19:21:30.556+08:00Thanks for the offer lads. Will take them up. Not the smoke though Annu. Well, at least not in front of the camera. =)
Had a long Friday last weekend, extended into Saturday. Finished beyond 7pm.
The one chance last week i had to relax was last Sunday. A football match, 11 v 11. Trailing 4-0, equalized to 4-4, then concede a last minute goal to lose 5-4. Heart wrenching i tell you. Especially Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1096608589991651342004-10-01T13:13:00.000+08:002004-10-01T13:29:49.990+08:00I'm going to go nuts, fairly soon, if not today.
The workload is incredible. Between office work and debates, they take up 16 hours of my 24. In the next three months, the ratio will inevitably increase. And you ask me about chicks, mate =). Any sane chick wouldnt date a man who doesnt even have time for himself.
1) Unlike other task, running & building a firm is energy sapping, mind-numbing, Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1096217826862631542004-09-26T21:57:00.000+08:002004-09-27T01:00:25.270+08:00Unlike business / corporate relationship, friends/lovers/partners/family relationships etc cannot merely be functional, however critical the function may be.
I detest the idea of a purely functional relationship. I am there because there is a need to be fulfilled. Like a laddle to a pan. Surely relationship between human beings cannot be equal to a relationship between objects. There must be a Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1096121612218116932004-09-25T21:58:00.000+08:002004-09-25T22:13:32.220+08:00You'd never know where you end Up unless you try.
And if you indeed hit the proverbial ceiling, then knock your head harder.
It always give way, the glass ceiling i mean.
You then go to another level. :ol
Like a computer game you know? Prince of Persia?
I have never felt better in my life.
The magic spray is working in tandem with the pills.
Physically strong, i'm mentally geeing up for the Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1095919289929221062004-09-23T13:18:00.000+08:002004-09-23T14:01:29.930+08:00The idea of being in love with you is more appealing than actually loving you.
That is as damning a verdict as anything that can be thrown at you.
It means, you are either:
a) boring
b) hollow
c) poser, or
d) Dead, if you are none of the above.
Sheep dog standing in the rain.
Bull frog doing it again.
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles.
What makes you think you’re something specialDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1095248190830386232004-09-15T19:03:00.000+08:002004-09-15T19:36:30.830+08:00Mate,
Changes is the only constant in life. Cliche does not remove the value of that statement.
Changes work in a clandestine manner. Like the devil, it slowly but surely gets to you, beneath the veneer of normalcy and constancy. Remember the story of the frog in the increasingly heated water we once shared? You almost always notice change only after a big fuck up. By that time, the changes Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1094912126395101812004-09-11T20:15:00.000+08:002004-09-11T22:15:26.396+08:00Kazaa gave me two Music Videos of The Beatles.
1) I'm Down - Shea Stadium 1965 Live Version
2) Something - The Original Music Video
I played "I'm Down" for my code monkey. As a person, he is as boring as drying paint. I caught him with a glee on his face though, when the Music Video ended. I reckon if drying paint can be made to smile, then The Beatles must have some rather influential cosmic Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1093540043004192012004-08-27T00:55:00.000+08:002004-08-27T01:07:23.006+08:00To Bill the Id,
A man that is capable of openings as follow, in a debate supporting the hanging of Saddam Hussein,
"Defeated, Captured and Humiliated, Saddam Hussein is like a chess piece forced into a stalemate. Why risk fueling certain Muslim wrath to pursue this worthless endeavour called hanging?"
cannot be that stupid. He may not be the most intelligent in the world, but neither is he Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1093372797090541572004-08-25T01:51:00.000+08:002004-08-25T02:39:57.090+08:00Does good corporate governance exist?
To what extent can we expect altruism from these corporations?
Is ethics incompatible with profit-making entities?
Yellow Submarine
In the town where I was born,
Lived a man who sailed the sea,
And he told us of his life,
In the land of submarines.
So we sailed on to the sun,
Till we found the sea of green,
And we lived beneath the waves,
In our yellow Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1092931728532572792004-08-19T23:58:00.000+08:002004-08-20T01:48:49.050+08:00Let It Be
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1092772058270093292004-08-18T03:11:00.000+08:002004-08-18T03:47:38.270+08:00I did some research on the formation of nation states. I think understanding of the basis behind the formation of nation-states (therefore understanding the respect for and protection of nation-state as an entity) would help provide the breakthrough in an argument that sovereignity is sacred.
Asking these questions:-
a) Where did this concept arrive from?
b) Why the creation, and subsequent Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1092650678308916782004-08-16T17:16:00.000+08:002004-08-16T18:07:18.296+08:00Let me take you back to 27th May 2004, when this entry was published on 2dudes.blogspot.com
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I had a whacky dream yesterday.
Was in a press conference, a football club press conference. Men dressed in red. Men in powersuits. Spokeswoman with the microphone invited the chairman.
The chairman was my dad!
Chairman:
Ladies and Gentleman, Supporters of Liverpool Football Club and the LiverpoolDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1091794934222627252004-08-06T19:06:00.000+08:002004-08-06T20:22:14.223+08:00When you hit a stag, always take stock of what you have.
And at that juncture, rationalize your current position and your future direction, see if its a worthwhile pursuit.
Today i am tired. But i look back at where i was a year and a half ago, post-graduation; and i took a quick look at myself in the mirror today. Better looking? Arguable. Less hair? I'd argue vehemently against that, hey you Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1091625962598202292004-08-04T21:04:00.000+08:002004-08-04T21:26:02.596+08:00Why?
Why?
Why are people short-sighted?
Or am i misguided?
When you remind them yesterday,
They stood up on you today,
They think i'm easy,
Wait till they see my uzi,
Then you know not to fuck around with me.
Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1091539451001010942004-08-03T20:40:00.000+08:002004-08-03T21:29:09.676+08:00Motion: THBT America Should Keep its Jobs at Home
Leader of Opp - Bill
Dep Leader of Opp - Garage
Stance / Case Line: American Goverment must reject overprotective Employment Legislations and Policies that will murder the American Economy
Define Contemporary Outsourcing in America
- Transfer of Menial/Repetitive White Collar Tasks - such as Code Monkeys, Call Centre Helpdesk Workers, to 3rd Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1090908671130588742004-07-27T13:53:00.000+08:002004-07-27T14:11:11.130+08:00Hi,
I'll take 10 minutes from my lunch break to keep you up-to-date on my life. While i meet people and ask them how they're keeping up, i think its testament to my commitment to share that i abscond details on my development.
MUMs came to an agreement that we will send two teams to worlds. Tubs and Annie will be debating together, leaving Garage with myself. Truly happy and focused, Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1090556980950365972004-07-23T11:30:00.000+08:002004-07-23T17:08:17.436+08:00Balak Norway, negri negri Scandinavia, masih setolol balak.
Burung Scandinavia, burung berbisa, takkan hilang liarnya
I once had a girl,
Or should I say She once had me.
She showed me her room,
Isn’t it good? Norwegian wood.
She asked my to stay and told me sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair.
I sat on a rug Biding my time,
Drinking her wine.
We Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1089823784305882182004-07-15T00:38:00.000+08:002004-07-15T00:52:13.566+08:00Just had to share this with you lads,
Surfing through some sites,
Found one about misintepreted lyrics to famous songs. =)
I'll just list a couple i like (Beatles of course!) and ones that are extremely funny.
Example:-
In,
- The Beatles "I Want to Hold Your Hand"
Instead of,
- "It's such a feeling that, my love, I get high"
It should be,
- It's such a feeling that, my love, I can't Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1089145472873322292004-07-07T04:17:00.001+08:002004-07-07T04:29:05.843+08:00Misery likes companion.
I like to humour myself, and hopefully you too, with my misery.
It's 2.43am again.
This time though, i'm locked inside the office because my set of keys doesnt activate the lock mechanism for the main gate.
Waiting to be saved.
Night night. You people with home to go back to!
You have e-mail, and you have g-mail.
Where the fuck did your f-mail go? Or should i say, Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1089055676461480092004-07-06T02:37:00.000+08:002004-07-06T03:27:56.460+08:002.34am on a Tuesday morning in front of a screen.
Not a queer phenomena, considering this is the season of Euro 2004. This present moment, however, is the morning of July the 6th, a day after the climatic finale to Euro 2004.
So Greece is crowned as the finest European footballing nation, and another European Championship came and went. I'm sure many will blog on this unheralded achievement. ButDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1088767453574412162004-07-02T18:55:00.000+08:002004-07-02T19:24:13.573+08:00The day 27-06-2004 holds particular significance to me. More than my birth anniversary, the numerology of that date adds up to (I hope) a burning desire realised.
As we sent the lads off to battle in Sydney, my mind invariably turns to the day I return to the ring.
The year 2004, exactly 6 months post-27th June, our battle begins. The skirmishes though, are underway. Trenches, bunkers, armoury,Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1088425144991405922004-06-28T19:58:00.000+08:002004-06-28T20:20:44.993+08:00Thank you all for being so wonderful.
I appreciate your presence, for taking time off a lovely Sunday, to make me feel every bit a part of this remarkable family I call Home. And if those wishes I made on Sunday are to be actualized, they would have been made possible by you, as much as it would have to be, my effort. Only, however, with you lads walking by my side. Not unlike 'Lucy in the Sky Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1088173628396924422004-06-25T22:15:00.000+08:002004-06-25T22:27:08.396+08:00When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide,
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride,
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again.
All I can say is helter skelter.
So much can happen in a week. "I can't agree more, Harold, though it must be said that your Labour Party could have done much, much more"
One could swim, or one could sink.
I dont mind either, so long i get homeDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1087316241881992552004-06-16T00:12:00.000+08:002004-06-16T00:22:33.110+08:00You know the song by Shaggy i think?
Well here's the Ori, as some would like to call it.
Angel of the morning - Nina Simone
There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
And there's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
There is no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning
Just touch my cheek Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1086954631193984182004-06-11T19:10:00.000+08:002004-06-11T19:54:05.896+08:00A friend of mine always ends his mail with a rather inane line,
"Dont criticize a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes; because by then you would have both his shoes"
Lately, my posts have been directed at people close to me. And there is no reason to break with this mini-trend. This time around, in the form of an official mail.
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To the powers that be,
While the legitimacyDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1086452058070729492004-06-05T22:22:00.000+08:002004-06-06T00:29:12.853+08:00I'm in the mood for expressing ideas and observations tonight. A thread that begun three nights ago, when Miss Berlusconi was dining with her most favourite persons, my monkey and me. A discussion on promiscuity, and observation of this subject among our populace.
**Soros believes that intelligence is two-fold; the critical faculty and the analytical faculty. I've always thought i have a decent Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1086262859393723892004-06-03T18:59:00.000+08:002004-06-03T19:40:59.393+08:00My mate,
Comprehend to the best of your ability; what with my problem with clarity.
An old, relatively clever fuck, once told me,
That Success comes when Opportunity meets Preparation.
That old french fuck called Napolean, however, said that all you need is luck.
They were both right, in that they were both fucks.
The obvious aside, you see, it's all a question of timing, presupposing of courseDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1086101059560268352004-06-01T22:28:00.000+08:002004-06-01T23:33:19.176+08:00Hey! Hey! Hey!
If you hear me humming this song, you're in the right bar!
The bar where i sing, and happy you become from my singing!
Loneliness goes away, when i sing you a melody!
Piano Man Lyrics - Billy Joel
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The Regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son, can you play me a memory
I'm not Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1086018603680998202004-05-31T23:38:00.000+08:002004-05-31T23:50:03.680+08:00Had a long day,
but what are the odds?
1 in a million/billion?
Went to take a dump while at a client's place today. Walked into the toilet, chose the best stall and went about with my business. You know me, very business-like and all; in with the stall, and out with the shit.
Off on a tangent slightly; they say you cant multitask while dumping. Bullshit! While my ass was doing bowel gymnastic, Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1085927712139666232004-05-30T22:35:00.000+08:002004-05-30T22:35:12.140+08:00Vincent - Don Mclean
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1085821300268805902004-05-29T16:57:00.000+08:002004-05-29T17:01:40.270+08:00Time to gloat a little,
Elite mate, elite!
With help from the elite gujubhai hacker, and some LOTR magic,
Installed Lotus on new server,
Set-up new server as a member of the existing Lotus domain,
Set-up a webserver,
Set-up webmail service,
Transferred mail databases,
Set the servers to replicate.
Elite, elite Lotus hacker.
Dude UnoDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1085794753148510332004-05-29T09:22:00.000+08:002004-05-29T09:39:13.150+08:00I had a whacky dream yesterday.
Was in a press conference, a football club press conference. Men dressed in red. Men in powersuits. Spokeswoman with the microphone invited the chairman.
The chairman was my dad!
Chairman:
Ladies and Gentleman, Supporters of Liverpool Football Club and the Liverpool community, good morning. I have three important pieces of news for you this morning.
Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1085753136024560972004-05-28T21:53:00.000+08:002004-05-28T22:12:48.840+08:00My good lads,
It is with unbelievable delight that i would like to invite all of you to VOICESMMU's "night in" at Praba Ganesan's humble abode in suburban Cheras, an occasion coinciding with the 5th anniversary of our All-Asians participation, making VOICEs a lovely 5-year old family.
Young or old, man or woman, hetero or homo, BDSM or animal lovers, so long as you love VOICESMMU, VOICESMMU Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1085681624041992362004-05-28T01:49:00.000+08:002004-05-28T02:14:52.623+08:00Interesting day,
winding up an interesting work week.
Pray for three things to happen.
1) Webmail service installation goes successfully.
2) Deals i've been working on this week goes through.
3) A fun weekend with the lads.
A day in the life of Dude Uno.
Woke up, dragged out from bed,
Saw a goat in front of my face;
Shook my head sideways, and had a smoke,
I notice that's my boss.
Brush my Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1085460974467943942004-05-25T12:38:00.000+08:002004-05-25T13:34:52.746+08:00My fellow Alumni,
May i offer a proposition?
An organization finds most worth not in its success, but in the consistent upkeep of its fraternity; and in its fraternity sensing the worth of its consistency.
We sent off our lads to Thailand in high spirits; high spirits they must come back in. And high spirits they must persist to be in, is what we Alumni be responsible for.
Suggestion
1) Find Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1085376844913315152004-05-24T13:22:00.000+08:002004-05-24T13:34:04.913+08:00Lads,
It is with much disappointment that i announce the departure of MMU interests from the Asians Championship in Thailand. Both MMU1 and MMU2 were knocked out in the quarter-finals.
Details to follow as I obtain them.
"When will we win our first Asians?" - Dude UnoDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1085246137362292032004-05-23T00:03:00.000+08:002004-05-23T01:17:21.593+08:00Book I - Jacques Shaldan
It took Jacques Shaldan a while longer than usual to realize, that Pottie Freshner was not for him. This realization however, is a hazyless certainty on Tuesday mornings, but a restless cigarette away on Saturday nights, about the same time this author is at work. Einstein had always maintained this as a subject of relativity; one is inconsequential when you have Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-108513453503903282004-05-21T17:51:00.000+08:002004-05-21T18:15:35.040+08:00Option I (Johor)
Saturday
KL to Johor / Johor to bangkok = RM 238 (bus + aero + air taxes)
12am to 5am / 3.00pm to 5.15 pm
Tuesday
bangkok to johor / Johor to KL = 280 (aero + taxes + bus)
4.50pm to 8.00pm / 12.00am?? to 5am
total = 518
Option II (Haadyai) - No taxes for Thai internal flights
Saturday
KL to haadyai / haadyai to bangkok = 227.25 (bus + aero)
12am to 8am / 6.55pm to Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1085113068711888432004-05-21T12:13:00.000+08:002004-05-21T13:30:09.033+08:00LADSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
(HUGE GRIN ON BILL's FACE!!!)
/ SMS Begins
1 on 5-0
2 n 3 on 4-1
4 on 1-4
5 on 2-3
/ SMS Ends
How can today not be lovely? Our babies are on a roll in Thailand.
And im reading "I'm buying your soul from perdition and I'm giving it to God!"
(Addition)
And this!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/3732361.stm
(End)
Dude Uno!Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1085050340856964152004-05-20T18:30:00.000+08:002004-05-20T18:52:20.856+08:00Did i tell you about my dream yesterday?
No thanks to my monkey's insistence that i'm a fat fuck, and that the balloon that is my face could now be used for intercontinental travel,
I went to bed downcast and depressed.
Then i met Him in my sleep. He was there, by the ledge, of a Singapore HDB flat (i think?), looking into the horizon, past those giddy tall buildings, ignoring my presence.
Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1084979903185086492004-05-19T23:16:00.000+08:002004-05-19T23:18:23.186+08:00AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! =)
Latest from Bangkok
/SMS Begins
Sorry for the delay mate.
Tournament wise, top 3 teams on 2 wins.
/SMS Ends
MMU 1, 2 & 3 all on 2-0 after first day!!! =)
We're on schedule to go Bangkok!!!
Dude UnoDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1084965945493145482004-05-19T18:30:00.000+08:002004-05-19T19:28:18.666+08:00Hey lads,
I've thought of an idea.
Funkyness aside, what about a round-table discussion online, in which
i) an issue is tabled,
ii) the first round of discussion where four persons take turn presenting their positions,
iii) a second round of discussion where these four persons offer questions and rebuttals on their counterparts position;
iv) A third round with conclusion on their final Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1084875588209382552004-05-18T18:10:00.000+08:002004-05-18T18:19:48.210+08:00Supplementary post,
A plethora of emotion is going through me at this moment.
Tired, dejected, angry, lazy, focused, determined, horny, jazzy, belligerent, jumpy, exhilirated and Whatever!
Surge of energy i have.
And this song just feels so, right now.
With the right emphasis at the right moment.
(Solitude)
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
my Bonnie lies over the sea.
My Bonnie lies over the Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1084872606666203252004-05-18T17:12:00.000+08:002004-05-18T17:32:23.503+08:00Disclaimer: This will be a disjointed post. Having had a long day, can you fault me?
A week is a long time in politics,
You only need to ask Vajpayee.
So watch out you Sonia,
Work is piling up,
Efficiency must go up too,
And reading Jikon Lai's post,
i promise not to be mediocre.
To you lads,
Let me offer a proposition,
If MMU offer 3 of her teams to the break-rounds,
We will fly down to Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1084724160538155432004-05-16T23:55:00.000+08:002004-05-17T00:16:00.540+08:00Another week,
must fizzle into an end.
So how have your weekend been?
Saturday was enjoyable, having attended Miss Berlusconi's company dinner, sending the lads off to Thailand, some drinking and dancing with Berlus' office mates post dinner, and then Sunday.
Sunday was fun too. Woke up, had lunch with Berlus and her love. Drove into the mad mad jam of Petaling Street to get flowers for my Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1084533713582610632004-05-14T18:47:00.000+08:002004-05-14T19:21:53.583+08:00To the tune of "Drive My Car - John Lennon / Paul McCartney",
GaRage my Monkey - Dude "Bill" Uno / Mohan Saradiya
I asked my monkey Are you she or he?
Well it says master, can't you see?
I want a chest, ought not be scary,
Cause my tits, they come in three!
Well Monkey, don't go to the bar,
They'll think that you're the Russian Czar,
Well Monkey, don't go to the bar,
Cause Monkey They'll CLUBDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1084379751655364622004-05-13T00:05:00.000+08:002004-05-13T00:35:51.656+08:00A poem for myself.
Days like these are hard to go by.
Where things dont happen I lie down and die,
or look up and move a finger,
hoping that someone may give a ringer,
Sir Walter Raleigh may say Hello Goodbye,
The Walrus may turn up to say hi,
Sexy Sadie may give me a 'cummer,
I'd still end up as Sgt Pepper's band member.
Oh let me take you down strawberry fields,
Where things may be yes and Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1084284620093829892004-05-11T20:33:00.000+08:002004-05-11T22:14:02.290+08:00A song which had Sausages and Sunflowers as part of its early name,
later translated into 138 languages and multitudes of dialects,
performed live in front of millions in Wembley and Munich Olympiastadion,
sung in crowded bars and your neighbourhood pubs in Birmingham,
once emanating from Cavern Club down that familiar Liverpool street,
hummed in bathrooms somewhere, maybe even by your mum,
AndDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1084011743909957192004-05-08T18:22:00.000+08:002004-05-08T18:25:38.716+08:00Breaking news,
Can you help me?
suresh_gnasegarah: interesting
chern_hsing: someone has to police the global policeman
suresh_gnasegarah: (Replace with a Yahoo Kiss!)
chern_hsing: wtf?
suresh_gnasegarah: whoops
suresh_gnasegarah: (Replace with a Yahoo Shy Face!)
suresh_gnasegarah: true true.
chern_hsing: fucker, who you kissing lar?
chern_hsing: (Replace with a Yahoo smirk!)
suresh_gnasegarahDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1083926581935961692004-05-07T18:43:00.000+08:002004-05-07T18:46:15.466+08:00Debaters Near and Far Alike!
VOICEs MMU will be conducting a school debate workshop in conjunction with the launch of the MMU Worlds 2005. The Klang round drew over 100 eager students, and expectations are high for this KL round.
****
Dude Uno
Itenary begins with a press conference at 9am, Saturday 8th May 2004.
Followed by workshop from 10am to 2pm.
Next day on Sunday 9th May 2004 is the Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1083908545823712052004-05-07T13:42:00.000+08:002004-05-07T13:45:57.546+08:00hello dudethoo and monkey,
Due to the recent security scare =), i have changed the passwords to this blog. Now that a peace treaty has been signed, i have reverted back to the old password.
End of notice
Dude UnoDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1083753072194539992004-05-05T18:31:00.000+08:002004-05-05T18:34:23.890+08:00The first Rantau Abang trip revitalized me.
The latest episode drained me no ends.
3 days of stupendous physical activity. I'm tired, and will need a weekend to recuperate. Physically.
Going to Rantau Abang alone (with a pet monkey) gave me an unadulterated perspective of life
Going to Rantau Abang with 9 of my best friends (to you lads, I made one of my best choices last weekend =) ) gave meDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1083216032805740062004-04-29T13:20:00.000+08:002004-04-29T13:23:38.450+08:00The conversations that my monkey and I have are highly hilarious. Further to that, it's out of this world.
Monkey: Hot ass there isnt it? But that is no looker.
Dude Uno: Yeah dude, ah but that's not my type. Now this one. mmmm!
A TMNET friend: Yeah dude....
Monkey: Now, do you know that technology is now availabe that we can take a picture of someone's ass, model it, and fuck them crazy in Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1083076516578970752004-04-27T22:35:00.000+08:002004-04-28T22:22:08.466+08:00deleteDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1083043188667996052004-04-27T13:19:00.000+08:002004-04-27T13:22:52.326+08:00Hi gujubhai.
You are indeed a great hacker.
Though as your esteemed partner in this company that is supposedly going to make millions (billions?), i hope you would hack something that would be somewhat, worthwhile.
My two cents, gujuboy.
**********
On another note, i read someone's blog (one which i dont know who) and left a comment.
It seems to me that when everyone talks about peace Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1083035923731942542004-04-27T11:18:00.000+08:002004-04-27T11:21:47.310+08:00I'm the eggman. I'm the walrus.
This page has been ha4x0r3d by the 31337 gujubhai.
Haha haha hahahahahahahaha.Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1082921562975423752004-04-26T03:32:00.000+08:002004-04-26T03:35:45.030+08:00I caught Love Actually with Monkey in his cousin's place. What a smashing flick. Numerous songs from the film. But this particular song has grown on me. =) And im sure it has on you too, if you had watched the film.
How can you not love Billy Mack? Especially the scene when he came back from Elton's place to be with his fat manager, and he mimics jamming his guitar and goes "Spend Christmas Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1082888726523535612004-04-25T18:25:00.000+08:002004-04-25T18:28:28.310+08:00Hi, we're back in town.
Have i broken the news to you yet?
Dudethoo and I are the proud owner of the oldest monkey in the world - 24 years old, as of today 25 April 2004.
We got him his bananas. He could do with some peanuts though, preferably laced with cold beer.
The next song is for our monkey.
Birthday
You say it’s your birthday.
It’s my birthday too – yeah.
They say it’s your birthday.Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1082807114896207342004-04-24T19:45:00.000+08:002004-04-24T19:48:15.436+08:00George's song.
Feel like it this weekend doesnt it?
Must listen to the Grey album's version - remix of White album and Black Album.
Beatles's Lyrics - While My Guitar Gently Weeps Lyrics
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why nobody told you how to unfold Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-108271502453109072004-04-23T18:10:00.000+08:002004-04-23T18:13:24.546+08:00Hi lasses,
Sorry for being a Day Tripper. But we cant have the Beatles appreciation night this weekend. My monkey and I have to attend to some serious money making ventures up north (which means we are being paid in the millions), and that we get to record some albums along the way.
We have two spots in the car open though, for those of you who wants to join the smashing fun. Some work Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1082633346728074992004-04-22T19:29:00.000+08:002004-04-22T19:48:53.140+08:00This particular post i'm gonna run by the post-beatles period.
Of John and Yoko.
Every single album John released post-breakup was about Yoko. Yoko was his inspiration. To the point i asked Praba, "Mate, if John is measured by his songs, and Yoko was his sole inspiration, IS John actually YOKO?"
And he replied "Man, you are deep man" =)
And so i am.
We'll line up this song back to back. Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1082544606436486312004-04-21T18:50:00.000+08:002004-04-21T18:54:49.746+08:00Fucking A,
I'm so fucking in the mood.
Anybody, and i mean anybody at all, who's game for a Beatles Appreciation Day/Night where you wanna sing your lungs out with me, drop a line and contact number at the comment box. We're gonna have a Beatles night this weekend. I'll get all the albums and play it one at a time. Going through the years, and the feel behind each song. Ah
on a high already
Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1082530099480472042004-04-21T14:48:00.000+08:002004-04-21T14:51:16.780+08:00To all you couples of there having difficulties,
a song from the beatles,
sang by Dude Uno,
through the Billdio airwaves.
I hope you comprehend German. =)
If you need me a live performance, then call and make arrangements at 1-800-Billdio-88.
Shite, im fucking horny. (Where did that come from? =)) *Shaking my head in disbelief*)
Alright! Here we go. 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4.
Sie Liebt Dich (She Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1082299364859264822004-04-18T22:42:00.000+08:002004-04-18T22:45:39.716+08:00I loved this past weekend.
The VOICEs school debate activity began in earnest yesterday. And i believe it is the start of wonderful things to come.
Dudethoo spoke to me a little about his plans of having a sustainable programme, and i agree with him.
Go check out schooldebates.com
It was a surreal day today. But i absolutely loved it.
Played footie with Gig G, Dudethoo and the lads. Then Gig Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1082273716666457802004-04-18T15:35:00.000+08:002004-04-18T15:38:11.293+08:00I havent talked about the resolution made as a result of our magical mystery tour.
Magical mystery tour wasnt the deciding factor, but it greatly helped in the process of decision making.
The three connerstones i've laid in place.
1) Unafraid in making commitments and making mistakes while pursuing that set goal.
2) Being calm, resourceful and resolute in that path.
3) Assured of being me.
Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1082140022757044292004-04-17T02:27:00.000+08:002004-04-17T02:55:39.450+08:00Introduction to the John Lennon Album
In the mood tonight, of love and the universe =)
To the girl of my dreams, whereever you are, sleeping tight tonight. I will find you, rest assured. And when i do, this will be your song. To live in our dreams, not in our existence.
Mind Games
We're playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers, planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1082122058105264232004-04-16T21:27:00.000+08:002004-04-16T21:31:09.373+08:00Of Nipples and Privacy
Women out to find mating partners (see them in Bangsar often?) are generally comfortable with exposing their breasts unless it is their areola. The reason i believe is because the areola is the point where control over their emotions and thoughts are lost. Because humans have no control over their biological reactions, e.g an erect nipple when you are sexually aroused (Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1081776999939816532004-04-12T21:36:00.000+08:002004-04-12T21:39:28.640+08:00Several observations.
Sunday night
Went for a dinner with my extended family.
Cousins say i'm looking more and more like Andy. You know, andy =). Made my day dude....
Childish dreams & vanity aside.
What a smashing saturday party. Dolphin boy's party is so right. Everything from the mash chicken, to the GT100, to the halftime entertainment, to the songs in the car. Ah... what a day~.
I heard Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1081536190732612372004-04-10T02:43:00.000+08:002004-04-10T02:45:56.560+08:00Part II
She said:
I can be your woman
But you can't be my man
For I'm twenty-four
And you are forty-two
I said:
But some day i will be a wreck at eighty-two
And you'll be a youthful sixty-four
I'm no Agassi, neither are you Streisand
So let's love and be loved for this moment
Dude UnoDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1081360466962962812004-04-08T01:54:00.000+08:002004-04-08T01:57:11.373+08:00My shot at poetry (breathe long and hard.....)
Two steps on,
I glanced back at the crossroad,
She's staring at me
I'm not sure of what she wants,
I'm not sure of what i want.
But I'm sure of what i dont want.
------------------------------------------------------
But she's sure of what she doesnt want,
She's not sure of what i want.
She's not sure of what she wants.
Stop staring at me,
Tell me Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1081358487527103772004-04-08T01:21:00.000+08:002004-04-08T01:24:11.670+08:00Let's get off this beatles bandwagon for a little while.
I was listening to this song from Sheila while back from dinner. Had to share this with you. And i'm sure you have heard this song before.
Simply love.
Aku Cinta Pada Mu - Sheila Majid
Malam yang romantis ini 'tuk kau dan aku.
Tetapi dikau seakan air yang membeku,
Ku masih terlihat ragu di matamu.
Haruskah lidahku berikrar lagi 'tuk Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1081328343530591362004-04-07T16:59:00.000+08:002004-04-07T17:01:46.716+08:00Slept in the office until 8am this morning and returned to office at 9.15am.
Didnt want to go back to the man i love. (Berlus must be cringing right now!) =)
Dont worry Berlus,
Our relationship is purely non-anal. At least on my part.
Jokes aside,
Walking out of office at 8am in the morning to an unsuspecting crowd is surreal. They say good morning, you bid good night! A subsequent blank Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1081269447715641692004-04-07T00:37:00.000+08:002004-04-07T00:40:10.513+08:00Alright dudes,
Got the fotopages up.
To Dudethoo and monkey. Username and password hasnt change.
To the rest of the dudes and dudettes,
its 2dudes.fotopages.com
Well, have fun.
And g'day mate!
Dude UnoDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1081219257218123842004-04-06T10:40:00.000+08:002004-04-06T10:43:39.546+08:00Magical Mystery Tour in Pictures
http://www.gnasegarah.org/2dudes/
Some pictures are plain awry, but that's just me and my monkey. What can we do? We are only animals.
Paul's recommendation
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John's recommendation to follow
I'll put it up in fotopages in due time. In the meanwhile,
Dude Uno
Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1080816379054317522004-04-01T18:46:00.000+08:002004-04-01T18:48:56.436+08:00How can you not love this man? =)
On Wed, 2004-03-31 at 21:52 +0800, Bill Lee wrote:
> Mohan my mate,
Yes my my mate.
>
> First day,
> I intend to be in Penang on the 2nd of April. Swim until i cannot swim and
> chill long into the night by the beach with a book by my side. This is the
> day where i want to tire myself out and completely let loose. And let it all
> go. And go to sleep
SoundsDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1080332977223067822004-03-27T04:29:00.000+08:002004-03-27T04:32:09.246+08:004am, right before we leave for Johor.
And i'm irritated.
With myself, the people around me, the way things have been.
And i realize that's all because i've come to expect too much from the people around me.
To the point that maybe its unfair.
Therefore i will not be irritated. Let things be. And act naturally.
Met Twinkle Eyes today. She really does have a gorgeous set of eyes. And half Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1080233729345144272004-03-26T00:55:00.000+08:002004-03-26T00:57:59.873+08:00How about this for a classic from Georgo? His songs have a way with me. Be it Taxman, Here Comes the Sun, or Something. Such a sincere character.
Listen to it! You have to! Available on Abbey Road.
Something - Harrison
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover,
Something in the way she woos me.
I don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.
Somewhere in her Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1080232781821683232004-03-26T00:39:00.000+08:002004-03-26T00:42:12.543+08:00As you hit the sack tonight, I wish you a peaceful sleep and a butter tomorrow.
I cannot find a butter song than this to represent our cause for a better malaysia.
The only difference is, sleeping wont solve problems. We need to face up to the challenge. Though Dude2 may challenge that statement =).
Golden Slumbers
Once there was a way to get back homeward.
Once there was a way to get back Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1080197602803173352004-03-25T14:53:00.000+08:002004-03-25T14:56:20.653+08:00Most of the evaluation on our "leaders" are based upon their executive role. They notice a problem in our nation, subsequently pass a piece of legislation, and execute the policy. Our critique is on their efficacy, efficiency and their accountability.
There is nothing wrong with that evaluation criteria. PMs, Mentri Besars, and MPs should be reliable, accountable and speak for the people. And Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-108015051239607212004-03-25T01:48:00.000+08:002004-03-25T01:51:02.076+08:00The problem with being somewhat existentialist and totally lazy is that after a while I ask myself, what is the point? What is the point of working and amassing mass amount of money, because then you'd either spend it and buy lots of expensive things that you'd worry you'd lose, or spend too much and then the money runs out and then you worry about getting it back.
Or building something Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1080149484649228862004-03-25T01:12:00.000+08:002004-03-25T01:33:54.530+08:00From the periphery of Klang, but at the heart of the universe... for tonight.
Someone told me on the campaign trail that what people need is for you to listen to them.
Someone i havent spoke to for a while but who still is very dear to me didnt believe I actually listened to her today.
Kept quiet as she let it rip, chuckled as she complained, smiled as she heaved in frustration. At the end, Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1080115610357233712004-03-24T16:06:00.000+08:002004-03-24T16:09:20.216+08:00You hope really, that someday when you are 64, you could walk down your favourite neighbourhood path, on a dark night, and have someone sing this song to you.
In My Life
There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed,
Some forever, not for better,
Some have gone and some remain.
All these places had their moments,
With lovers and friends I still can recall,
Some are dead andDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1080063284480740102004-03-24T01:34:00.000+08:002004-03-24T01:37:13.450+08:00Interesting. The song below represents my feeling at the moment.
She Came in Through the Bathroom Window
Oh look out
She came in through the bathroom window,
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wonders
By the banks of her own lagoon
Didn’t anybody tell her
Didn’t anybody see
Sundays on the phone to Monday
Tuesdays on the phone to me.
She said she’d always been a dancerDude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680799.post-1079805702887337772004-03-21T02:01:00.000+08:002004-03-21T02:04:09.216+08:00I'm tired.
But satisfied.
There is a battle ahead. A battle we cannot afford to lose.
And this song is for you.
I Will
Who knows how long I’ve loved you.
You know I love you still.
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to – I will.
For if I ever saw you
I didn’t catch your name.
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same.
Love you forever and forever.
Love you with all Dude1http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042204357668278359noreply@blogger.com