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Things have been pretty slow as of late since the last news broke about in 2008, Link : February 08 : Eyes Wide Open

A year has gone, and it seems 2009 will get another kick of a wide awakening as fresh reports are up swarming across the Internet that the “Man That Never Sleeps” will get first dibs on a possible entry into next year’s World Guiness Record.

Man That Never Sleeps’ ophthalmologist and a neuromuscular specialist Mike Buganga who was on the case tells this to conclude “A year has gone by and suffice to say, Mr. Aidil Harith’s eyes are perfectly normal, this is not a disease that we had all feared most. This is a gift of God. One who sleeps with his eyes wide open is a breakthrough of all discoveries on mankind. Out of a billion people, at least 10 selected people are born with different abilities that await our discovery.”

World Guinness Book of Records has initiated its ramblings on its main web site featuring a banner of the “Man that Never Sleeps” with various quotes from various people of different intelligence.

“A Remarkable Discovery” quotes a Professor Langdon of the University of North Taluda, Mississippi, to a simpler version of “One of a Kind” by the Emir Sheikh Khalid Al-Moussoud Abdul Kader Al Habshi marks the end of all ambiguity and a dawn of a new era.

More News and Reports below :

(Man That Never Sleeps Hits Guinness)

(Dr. Buganga Talks on BBC News)

Hoorah!

A month of silent and here I am with a big smile as my own upgrade from Ambrose Bierce’s creative punctuations of “:(” and “:)” has shown a significant milestone in today’s discovery. I call it at it most simplicity; The S.E.C. Though unbeknown to what it actually stands for, but as it rhymes with Security merely with it’s first 3 letter word, I reckon it would be a word within that mold.

The entire month of my absence, was a month full of persistence. Merely impossible as it seemed to be, but as my believe in patience has never falter, I decided to raid the storm in and let my mind take the hit of a 30-day endurance. And today, victory proves itself again! I have finally proven that I had chat without utterly saying a single word but merely on Bierce’s “:)” and “:(” .

And a hit to the JACKPOT when the conversation from both parties was well understood.

A full conversation albeit short but effective!

Hoorah!!!

Before I start popping out a champagne and a few ladies to boot for the night, here’s how S.E.C 1.0 fits.

1) A Chatroom where a single party communicates with “:)” and “:(” while the other chats in the traditional way and understands. Usually happens in a strictly governmental-like classified information.

1) The Symbol of “:)” depicts happiness, ecstatic, fruitful, well-bred ; a belief of righteousness.

2) The Symbol of “:(” depicts sadness, clumsyness, theft, anguish, depression ; a belief of sorrow, wrongfulness.

SPECIMEN A - BETA_1_20090124 14:57:28 HRS  (SUCCESS)

SPECIMEN B - BETA_2_20090124 15:00:59 HRS (SUCCESS)

3) I tried pushing the envelope of S.E.C 1.0 for a possible 2.0 upgrade which focuses on binaries (Strings of 1’s and 0’s) but it didn’t work out just yet. Exhibit shown below tested on 2 specimens and failed miserably.

SPECIMEN C - BETA_3_20090124 15:37:15 HRS (FAILURE)

SPECIMEN D - BETA_4_20090124 15:45:15 HRS (FAILURE)

How do I seek for a remedy? A good book of dictionary on all things binary. Things like :

A : 1

B : 10

C : 101

D : 1010

E : 10101

So if you say “BED” in English, you’d go 10101011010 in Binary! Makes Sense eh? Well, I know it be tad tedious for starters but let’s look at the bright side, its highly secured, its encrypted and most importantly it gives another crack in the head for hackers to breach into. It be perfect for Governments, Politicians, corporate information and military operation to start communicate in binary rather than in a language where everyone understands.

Hmm..Could Work!

Seems that I won’t be able to see the last of my bug days just yet.

Apparently the head honcho took it pretty hard that I’d lodged a complaint to the bug guys in the United States. The thing is, I don’t trust the local bug guys. They seemed to be doing rather nasty of keeping their job clean. They come into the office, do their wax work on them walls, the pots, every corner of the building yet them bugs just keep coming and closest I had encountered was the one so huge, it almost dislodged my balls with it;’s tweezers.

Nesting in the office is another thing but trying to dilute my winky, the one thing that makes a man genuine, off it’s hook is an outrage! It put me straight out to sending an email to the bug guys in the United States, if the locals can’t do it, I am sure the ones in the US can. Besides, I am in a U.S company so what better to get it’s own people to clear up them creepy crawlies sons of guns off their holes.

Hmm. That could just do it! I could tell our GM the reason why i didn’t approach the locals was because they just couldn’t do a good job of disposing, which had initiated me of being in contact of those abroad!

Just hope I don’t get swept out of the room!

Clickety-Click, Clickety-Click,

The sounds of my untiring fingers slamming against the key pads of this notebook in relentless, keying in anything the mind can conjure in spite of the melting supplement on the table that awaits the wrath of its master. The melancholy music of Nobuo Uematsu’s fine genius playing in the background, provides a great addendum to the whole experience of creative writing. As the writer inks a smile on his face, eyes retaliating to the numbering pages he had written - an indication that his goal is already set in motion, hands grabbed the supplement on the table, pulling out it’s top, scooping in handfuls of vanilla cream yoghurt down to celebrate.

“At least 2 pages every week.” the writer smiles again.

Looking at the soon-to-be-rotten pages of his 10 year work that had ridden dust across the cabinet, the nostalgic feeling crept into the writer’s mind as he opens the 120 page story. Like a time capsule, the writer transmutes himself back to the year it was written.

It was 1998.

A decade had past, it’s aura still lives.

And now the time has come for a rewrite, a reboot, a retool - a recreation of the 10 year aura mold into a mixture of modern day bar soap.

An attempt to re-live the 1998 aura has now been set to motion.

Literally, the insides of my head were badly severed. The damage would have ignited my cerebral cortex to push things into further perspective even I alone was powerless to comprehend. My senses of gentility buried within the layers of brutality, now poisoned by a force so dark. The machines were my only nemesis to taste the brute of force which I was yet to unleash. Finally, as the line of co-existence between the machine and myself comes to a snap, diplomacy as you know it has come to an end and the machines will witness a new beginning. A new beginning that was a force of an edo-skeleton crashing into it’s console, shooking the damn thing like a force of a million warriors to come, followed by a heave of solid steel chair, a battle against metal and glass, blasting the surface of the console into oblivion. As anger turned into rage, noises of heavy machinery roaring in the center were at odds by continuous swings of kicks plowing it’s hard drive, spitting sparks of electricity as the motionless machine stood silence after months of spewing deafening machinery crescendo. A smile formed onto the attacker’s face. Victory was on it’s way.

Still relentless, the attacker submerged all the energy he had, all the anger, the rage, and the hatred, all formed into one burning hellacious being, a force felted like it was out of this world. Raising his body like a demon from hell, with all the forces of terror combined, in a thunderous roar, the attacker hauled his body towards his victim, pulverizing it to a pulpy mass with a single fist. The machine lied in a heap of mass destruction, beyond recognition.

The Data Center that was once ignited by the roars of the machine is now placed by a hoarse guffaw of laughters - a victory over man and machine.

On this most auspacious night, who would have thought one would stumble upon a hole in a wall, only to relish a shard of glass written with the greatest story ever told. Screening through the object, I couldn’t resist as my lips quiver on every line, every word, every meaning that was to it. I felt what the writer had felt, I saw what he saw, I held what he held. there were moments till I had noticed tears were rolling down my cheek.

“I know there is no way that I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me. I don’t think I will live any longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that I will ever write, and, oh god, I am writing this on a shard of glass, with crimson red. My blood. It was the only ink I could find in this torture chamber of human sacrifice.

I was born in a hick town undeserved of a name. I don’t remember much but I do remember the rain tapping on my window pane as I counted the raindrops pouring down like a mother’s love. It always felt like home. When I was 17, I fell in love with girl, her name was christine. She had the most beautiful eyes I’d ever laid on. She had the perfect body, the perfect woman. I thought we could love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us it was an adolescent phase people grew up of.

I did. She didn’t.

Later I fell in love with another girl called Elena. That was when I came to my parents. I wasn’t so sure I could had done it without Elena holding my hands. My dad couldn’t look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mom was left weeping in tears. It was the truth I had told. Our integrity sells so little but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. And within that inch, we are free.

I moved to the big city within the years. I got the job I had ever dreamed of. It wasn’t important because of my career, but because that was how I met Isabella. We were so perfect together. I could remember we both grew violet carsons on the balcony. Our place was always smelled of roses. They were the best years of my life, until they found me and took her away.  There were no roses anymore.  I was all alone.

They injected me with chemicals. My skin is covered with purple bruises and I couldn’t feel my tongue anymore. They had drugged me and molested me and called me a criminal. They shaved my head. They had me do it against a cow before they dragged me back into this filthy, mephitic cell. All there is to me now is loneliness.

I shall die here and every inch of me shall perish.

I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope the world turns and things get better. But what I hope most is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even I do not know you, even though I may not cry with you or hold you or kiss you or laugh with you, I love you.

With all my heart, I love you.

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………………………………………. (Due to unforeseen circumstances, the writer is not available at the moment. You may understand the reasons from the photos below. Photos have been arranged in chronological order.)

Exhibit A

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Disclaimer : All Photos are published with the consent of Aidil Harith and his family.

Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin’ alive.
Stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin’ alive.

Oh yeah baby. It’s all back to the 70’s! Think of the tacky flared-pants worn with the wrong top or shoes, the little red platform ones that glitters in the dark or the feather boas you’d see dangling over some lady’s neck or the shirts with big collars; how about the year when Elvis started off wearing long-bottoms, when The Beatles decided to part their ways, when the Bee Gees nailed the charts with their bona-fide hit single Stayin’ Alive sending teens during that period barging into music stores to snag a copy of the album. Glad to say the 70’s have returned for one more day in a new reform. Behold the tribute to an era so gratefully remembered.

Color clash, Funny hats and skinny pants; you don’t get to see these kinds in town anymore.

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I love you my fans! =D. An awesome performance is welcomed by a huge applause.

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And these 2 newbies just couldn’t be separated by them paparazzis. Need privacy? Go get a room dude =D

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To all my lovebirds out there, Daddy is here, in the flash baby!

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Having a blast with a fan. I got to start getting used to this.

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Never a stranger when it comes to photos and signing autographs. That’s what it means being a public figure.

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Feels like we could go on and on and on with the cameras. Boy did we stir the attention hehehe.

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The 70’s fever is On.

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Whooohooohooohooo… Jessica oooooh Jessica….

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Even our IBM head honcho instantaneously became a fan of ours. Don’t worry chap, I’ll send you my autograph in a gold-plated frame.

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With our CFO Mark Grill from IBM USA and his wife. With the 70’s fever like a plague that night, I am sure guests are loving us. No worries Mark.

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Too much of dancin’ too much of beer, and a yippie is out on the streets.

It’s a cool world alright.

Not until Mr. "I am the Law" came in and started off with his "I am the Law" parade. Yeah Mr. Law man! Mr. Judge Dredd.

Whose Dredd?

The guy with the silver plate armor who you’d see in the dystopian future curbing all those offenders and calling himself "I am the law"! I was having such a great time in doodle world when "Mr. I am the law" took justice into his own hands and shot everyone back to reality. And now I am sitting at home as usual, facing my PC, ranting about "Mr. I am the Law" for giving me an early rain check……unexpectedly.

I was this close towards getting Angie but all hell broke loose when "Mr I am the Law" had to barged into cool world and start rampaging on everyone who he thinks broke the Law!

I was just looking at this evident which I got from my 10 minute odyssey in doodle land.

So close…..so…close……

Grrrrr….Mr. I am the Law

One of the best things a person would have is having a partner looking over you like this little angel over your shoulder, sharing you her warmth in times of love, giving you comfort in times of sadness. At times, I do feel empty without one as I ponder about my friends who were never more than happy to see their better-half wrapping her arms around them with the tender kiss so warm as a mother’s love while her lips utter the words that would bind them together.

As 2008 marches its 2nd Quarter, I am still unattached. As the elderlies would hold dearest to their beliefs of the one and only’s arrival in time,but with each passing, their beliefs will eventually fade. I shall no longer uphold that belief as I reach 30.  Regrets that I had never found a significant-other during the time of my study has somewhat emerged. The working world is never a place to find a lifetime partnership. The working world is never a place you can find trust. If you ever want to know a place so mean, so nasty, a place that could literally destroy your very life, then enter the working world where everything is all about the money, it’s about greed, it’s about political. No one cares about what you do, or whom you seek, all they care about is just business. That’s what the working world is. Having said that, I solely vow apon that belief being almost a year in my company.

Some people feel happy being alone, some people say it’s freedom when your not attached, but for one whose been alone for almost 7 years, thats no freedom, that’s an isolation. Obviously they were mistakes I had made during my 7 year solo, I don’t call myself a fellow of a caliber class, as long the lady is cute or beautiful (though I prefer cute, baby face), not necessarily hot but at least a nice body, a no-no swayer (no bad words), a non smoker, and an intense chatter (I love women who chats, words can easily melt me - forget Shakespeare, it’s got nothing to do with Shakespeare. If I expressed my deep interest in chatting with a person, it means potential), I think we could be off on a pretty good start. hehehehe. Come to think of it, I did fall on a girl who initially liked me, but she thought otherwise. But it was her chatting spirit, her flirty behaviours ultimately puts me falling for her only to reverse everything into a giant ball of shocker when I discovered that she had fallen for another guy. Don’t you just love the twisting puzzles of love. Best was, I never told her I had fallen for her. I just couldn’t blurt it out, knowing she was with someone. It was the year 2005.

and now 2008 as I am typing this, I wonder will there ever be another year 2005? Will there even be a greater half in God’s plans? The only answer is to wait.

My name is Aidil and I have a terrible secret. A secret which undoubtedly shall haunt the remaining of my hollow years. Though I work in the day and sleep in the night as how one would go to and fro around the globe, yet as my duties are relinquished, it is that very freedom that turns me into a shadowy figure of unspeakable horror. The day which one shall regard as tranquility will turn into a day where vile crimes are rampant and all humanity is lost.

Freezing wind tearing my face like sandpapers and razors with Icy hands and slick under my feet and somewhere in the background, the loud thud like a body being pushed from the top of a cliff and crushing down onto the asphalt; the hard fibrous husk cracks open revealing the little demons inside; watery, whitey, anything a demon would resemble. I’d taste those little demons to get my taste buds jamming before I pound another round for the big drop / KILL.

Cocos Nucifera.

Truth be told, as a humble vaudevillian being cast by the vicissitudes of fate, I am a coconut murderer so to speak and I am being paid to do just that.

KILL- PERIOD.

My job was to dispose coconuts from it’s trees, bag em’ ship em!

Sounds like a good plan for retirement.

Getting the touch of pre-modernization before I embark onto a journey of Coconut-killing-Spree.

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A good game of golf to get the dander on full gear. Whack em Ballz!

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The victims from my wrath! You can hide, but you can’t run!
COME TO PAPA!!!

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Murderers on the Loose. I swore at this point of time, I could hear the wail of sirens in the distance, yet nothing could hinder us from our dastardly deeds.

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The fruits of our killings! Now we need a bigger body bag!

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Our Chief of Justice. The man solely responsible for our pay. Glad to do business with you chap. As the wise man says "Killin’ is as easy as Breathin’ "

Day 1
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Something terrible had happened. I had no words to describe the predicament after we were intentionally left alone on this uncharted island. All I could picture was the face of that boatman ushering us with his benevolent smile and his sugary words yet beneath all that, lies the hidden layers of malevolence and deceit. How inhumane can one be? Disregarding one so innocent on a god-forsaken place without food, water and shelter was nothing more than a glinting instrument of torture of a cold blooded killer.

Oh dear Diary, It was almost 8. The sky was getting gloomy, the wind; freezing cold I swore I could hear my bones rattle. With only a hint of fire made out of smoldering plants, dried trees and an empty match box, it was only moments away that i shall freeze to death in this little hollow. Hurling the thought of death away, I forced my eyes to a close and drifted off in a dreamless sleep.

Day 2
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It was mid morning and my ears listened out for the clashing cries of street sellers shouting their wares,the travelling musicians with their fiddles, the ballad singers from the club, the clatter of cattle hooves on the cobbles, the happy screams of the children playing at the beach, hurling and shouting to their parents and the row of noises that may break out on every street corner. But this was no longer the ranch I once was as I stumbled back to reality, a reality where the stratosphere was never delightful and that I was still in my cave with my ailing friend Gary sprawled across the earthy cold in need of urgent medication. My train of thoughts ended with a shot of pain as my tummy was groaning wildly. I realized I hadn’t been eating for hours. I was in dire need of food.

Oh Dear Diary, you wouldn’t believe what I had eaten. Raw Shrimp, Pounded red meat which I slaughtered a blameless cow with my bare hands (My unshakable will for food has caused me to lose all sanity) and deep-fried grasshoppers rolled in chestnut tree leaves with salt water sprinkled all over to boot. Gary downed a couple of coconut drinks which I had plucked. Hang in there my ol’ chap. Help will come. Soon enough.

Day 3
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Something didn’t feel right. It must had been the food.  My pot was squeaking in agony. I couldn’t breath properly. It must have been the grasshoppers. Oh Dear Diary,not even word can describe the excruciating pain. My body overwhelmed with coldness, my foreheads sweaty as ever as I was going into a state of shock. I dropped onto the soft sand with only the sun washing against my face like a mother’s love. Gary was out cold. I couldn’t tell if he was alive neither could I tell mine. My system was in total lock-down as I await for the final moments of my life picturing the image of the boatman who had abandoned us. How I detest that man. If he were here, I’d take a swing at his thin cone head with my shovel. Let him enjoy the fruits of his own treachery. I closed my eyes for an instant, ridding off those images from my head. I didn’t want to die with a mind full of retribution. The bell of death has begun its toll, I could hear the sound of it clanging it the distance. I looked up into the sky for the last time thinking all the sweet memories I have had before my smile could stop. Gushing wind washed against my face like a hurricane approaching. It was mighty strong and stronger. I didn’t realize the call of death was this cold, this breezy. It was welcoming. With some energy left in me, I tilted my head downward to witness the surrounding. A huge machinery in shape of a foot-long sausage with giant propeller was hanging in the air. Wondering if it was the transport of death, I was dead wrong. Sooner or later I realized, it was a chopper coming to our rescue!

Oh dear Diary, We are saved! God Bless our Souls. Gary received the medical attention he needed and now he’s as healthy as a bee and I can finally sign off this entry with these last words : GLAD TO BE STILL ALIVED!

PS: Boatman was apprehended by local authorities early morning. It’s on the headlines! HOORAH!

Exhibit 1 : On the Island before Realizing we were Abandoned!

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Exhibit 2 : Take a good look at that boatman right there! The guy who almost got us killed.

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Exhibit 3 : Desperate Times Call for desperate Measures.

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Exhibit 4 : Moments before this cow became my all-time meal!

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Exhibit 5 : Pounding RAW Meat!

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Exhibit 6 : At this point of time, I have lost all sanity.

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Exhibit 7 : Chopper Arrives. We was on the brink of death!

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Exhibit 8 : Reunite with our close friends back at office. Home Sweet Home.

Or as they say, My Album is finally out! Hoorah!

I can’t think of any words to describe the joy-joy feelings after the news hit that my first ever Album "Aidil" is now in stores! Hoorah AGAIN! Just counting the days I would see the my little album rocketing to the No.1 Spot in the charts!!


Another Pre-Hoorah!!

Definitely this will be a hit, a sure-fire, billy-boy, bona-fide hit! in fact, I think  it may even have the word ‘hit’ physically all over - in every language known to man (i.e infinity languages).

Hoorah! Hoorah! and HOOOORAH!

I am sure many of you who have known me, would be in for a big surprise since I’ve been pretty much tight-lipped on this, releasing an album has been a brewing idea for sometime and I thought what more would be the right time to hatch it, if not, right now!

Guys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, kings and queens, gays and lesbians and those within the realm of the dead, I hereby unleash my very hit single "AIDIL into markets today. So get a copy of it while it lasts.

Last but not least, HOORAH!

* Sigh *

I am lost of words tonight. I am still buzzing my brain off on what exactly got transpired here. Worst, I can’t tell what went wrong. I did what I had to do, I was being straight to the point, no hidden agendas in the back, it was a straight road and I didn’t expect anything of what was lying ahead.

Right now, I’m just thinking what is to become of me, come Monday morning. I screwed my Quota, I screwed the client and definitely I screwed myself big time. Just in case to whoever is reading this gets in a daze, I’ve pulled out from the system how it all ended…and how I lied!

Have a Good Read People!

I’m just counting the days I’d see my grave.

Biddle@my.ibm.com
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4-01-08

Hi Aidil.
There’s a new account in the Sales roster and I would like you to handle this yourself. I believe with your exposure to the Team Blue program, you could nail this one down easily. Prove yourself that you have the skills and knowledge to be a good seller.

Below are his details I’ve pulled out from the CRM.

Client : Hooters’ Rooster
KDL    : John Pazuzu - CEO
E-Mail : pazuzu@hooters-rooster.com
CRA    : Purchasing A Windows-Based Server to replace obsolete machine.

Be Simple, direct and straight to the point. 

I am counting on you on this one, Aidil. =)

Good Luck.

Henry Biddle
Sales Manager IBM Malaysia
biddle@my.ibm.com

Aidil@my.ibm.com
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4-02-08

John.
Heard your looking for a windows-based server. We do have one. ITs called System X.
Thx.

Pazuzu@hooters-rooster.com
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4-03-08

Hi Aidil,
Could you elaborate me on what does your system X do? what are the machine’s specification? I need to know how it would benefit me in all this.

Regards
John Pazuzu
CEO of Hooters’ Rooster.

Hooters’ Rooster - Your One Stop Hooting for all the Roosters!

Aidil@my.ibm.com
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4-04-08

John,
THe system X operates. It’s Windows-based. Lots of Benefits. Its all over the Net.
Thx.

Pazuzu@hooters-rooster.com
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4-05-08

Hi Aidil,
Probably you could come by to my office and go through with me in detail on this System X of yours? I’m currently comparing your product against HP and DELL’s offer.

Regards
John Pazuzu
CEO of Hooters’ Rooster.

Hooters’ Rooster - Your One Stop Hooting for all the Roosters!

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And so I drove a lenghty 25 KM to Hooter’s Rooster, gave Pazuzu all that vile crap about System X in hoping for him to agree on the deal. The contract looked like this, as was told, short and sweet :
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The Contract.

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The Next day I logged onto my machine and found this :

Pazuzu@hooters-rooster.com
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4-10-08

Hi Aidil,
I’ve finally come to my senses that I will NOT purchase your machine. I think DELL products are far more trustworthy than IBM’s at this moment. Probably a different company maybe interested with your deal. It was great knowing you Aidil.

Regards
John Pazuzu
CEO of Hooters’ Rooster.

Hooters’ Rooster - Your One Stop Hooting for all the Roosters!

Aidil@my.ibm.com
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4-11-08

John,
Please buy system X. I beg of you.
Thx.

Pazuzu@hooters-rooster.com
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4-12-08

Aidil,
Sorry I’ve made up my mind. I have signed for DELL.

Regards
John Pazuzu
CEO of Hooters’ Rooster.

Hooters’ Rooster - Your One Stop Hooting for all the Roosters!

Aidil@my.ibm.com
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4-13-08

John, DELL, to the world, is a brutish fossil, symbolic of a decayed era gratefully forgotten. Look, DELL is just lassoing your ass man!….Listen, I am giving you not one of the best, but THE best. I am trying to make a living here. Don’t be such a pussy-whupped man! Just cough in some god damned money man….Damn! I’ll be god-damned…

Aidil@my.ibm.com
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4-14-08

John…are you there? John…..

Aidil@my.ibm.com
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4-15-08

Please John…Say something. Ok John I am sorry. How much do you want? I could give you 20% off the price. What do you say about that?

Aidil@my.ibm.com
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4-16-08

Oh John. Your acting like a robed-sissy man! Talk to me Goddamit! You want to know something John, your one pea-brained,dick-faced, ball breaking, duck kissing pain in the ass!!!!!

Biddle@my.ibm.com
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4-17-08

Hi Aidil.
How are you? How’s your relationship with John? I hope it’s getting better and better. I’ve informed my managers that your doing great with the sales thing. So I am looking to hearing some positive buzz from you with John. Update me will you. =)

Henry Biddle
Sales Manager IBM Malaysia
biddle@my.ibm.com

Aidil@my.ibm.com
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4-18-08

Hi Henry.
I am doing A-OK back here. John is great but apparently something happened yesterday. He got caught in a car accident at 14th Street right in the intersect. It was in the news. Something about a mega collision with a speeding truck. Body count was high too…..I do hope his alright though Henry. My blessings go out to him and his family….