Tuesday, October 31, 2006
William studies in MMU but decided to make a trip down to Penang this holiday to pay me a visit.
We agreed to meet for lunch and I spent the morning thinking of where to bring the dude.
At first I thought that maybe I could bring him to a nice place like The Ship
to have a steak like this.
Or even to this nice Italian restaurant at Batu Feringgi called Mario's.
Where I will always remember that I asked for a "Mushroom Soup" and they gave me a bun that was shaped like a titty with an abnormally large nipple.
Surprisingly, just like all 'titties' in real life, what was inside it was yummy.
One of the best mushroom soups I have ever had.
I even thought about the yummy pasta I had at Mario's...
But before I went on to make the grave mistake of bringing him to any of these restaurants, I remembered that people come to Penang not for its restaurant food... but for its hawker food.
I thought of bringing him to the best beef ball noodle in Penang but it was closed... so we settled for... DUCK (which honestly happened to suck that day)!!!
Over the duck lunch we had, I got to know what a nice guy William is.
He's one of those guys that is most certainly a keeper (girls if you would like his phone number, please e-mail me at email@example.com).
Yet, what was more amazing was finding out how much William knew about all my blog entries.
He kept making references to my previous blog posts in all my conversations with him.
He even went to the building where I bought my computer software from and thought to himself
"Hey!!! I've SEEN THIS BUILDING BEFORE!!!"
Which was probably how he spotted me in real life...
He was probably waiting for me in my office lobby when he saw a man with a mole walk out of the lift and thought to himself
"HEY!!! I'VE SEEN THAT MOLE BEFORE!!!"
And went on to shout my name (William you bassstarrdd).
It was almost as if he's a "walking Leng Mou/Boss Stewie directory".
William brought a friend... a nice girl named... Lean Shin... (or some name that sounds close to that).After lunch we popped by Gurney Plaza for me to buy my weekly dosage of magazines which is when I found out the TRUE reason for William's trip down to Penang.
William 'casually mentioned' to me that I am just too free to be reading so many magazines every week.
That's right... the 22 year old man travelled all the way up north...
JUST TO TELL BOSS STEWIE THAT HE IS TOO FREE.
Thanks William... you basssstaarddd...
Or like they would say in some European countries...
Oh and I forgot to mention.. William has a blog too.
Feel free to pay a visit and leave the following comment
Monday, October 30, 2006
Faced with this situation, I didn't know what to do.
I was stressed but I knew I had to do something.
Morale in my little dotcom was waning, productivity was falling and if I didn't find a solution to this problem soon, all the work we've done in the past few months would be wasted.
The dotcom that I had big dreams for would burn to the ground. I was scared.
I thought about all the people I would disappoint if this were to fall through.
I thought about my disappointed Father and Mother who believed in my ability to be a successful entrepreneur.
I thought about the uncles and friends who would look at my failure and say
"I told you that you should've worked for a few years to gain experience first... you didn't listen to me!"
And most importantly, I thought about the sleepless nights I would have wondering how our leetle dotcom would've changed the world if I had prepared myself for circumstances like this.
The fear or failing so early in the game forced me to pull myself together and find a solution.
I knew that unlike all the problems before, this problem couldn't so easily be solved over the phone.
I had to get out of the office and head to my supplier's place right away to find the solution.
I was out of my office and in my car in 5 minutes, racing to the supplier's place before she shut at 5pm.
Luck wasn't on my side.
I kept getting red lights at every traffic light junction wasting even more precious time. I reached my supplier's place at the stroke of 5pm.
She refused to help me at first saying that she was done working for the day but I pleaded with her.
I convinced her that if she were to let our company burn to the ground now, she will lose the big potential of our business in future and that it was in her best interest to keep us afloat.
I convinced her that if she failed to help us now and we survived this turbulence, we will ensure that all her competitors made plenty of money from us and she made none.
She relented at first but she eventually gave in to me passing me the package that I had come for.
With the package in hand, I rushed back to the office.
My heart was filled with fear that I wouldn't make it back in time.
This time, not only were the traffic lights against me... but big fat Magnolia trucks were getting in my way. I barely parked my car when I reached my office and I rushed up the lift.
Watching the floor number gradually increase, I began to wonder if this was going to be the last time I was going up this same lift with a company to go up to.
The lift beeped and threw its doors open for me.
I ran right into my office to deliver the package in time to find my two colleagues looking at my puffed face with me panting like I had just ran a marathon.
They opened the package in relief to find the solution to their problem.
The Char Koay Teow that will ease their hunger. Now they would be able to work without feeling hungry... Our leetle dotcom was saved... all thanks to the supplier that cared enough to fry us a few more packets of Char Koay Teow before she closed for the day.
On behalf of our tiny dotcom, I would like to say thank you to the nice Char Koay Teow lady.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
"Wow I didn't expect you to actually reply my e-mail!!!".
Come on guys! What the hell is this about?!?!
Just like how I reply comments, if anyone takes the effort to write me an e-mail I WILL reply.
(Sometimes I may take a little longer to reply but I still do).
What's interesting though is that one of the readers that wrote to me lately is a very nice girl named "May" from the Netherlands!
Another reader from the Netherlands... WOOOHOOO!!!
The first being Jackson of course (Yes Jackson... I haven't forgotten you...).
THE NETHERLANDS WOOOHOOO!!!
Where weed is legal and sex is museum-worthy...Note: In case any of you are wondering... as much as I look high in the picture above... I wasn't... honest...
See??? I don't look high here right?
Anyway, on a completely different note... I forgot to mention that my Singaporean business partner (Ming) has set up a blog of his own some time back.
Check it out here and give him some love... his dog just died and he's very very very depressed.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
When we were still students, we used to get high all the time and do rather silly things to keep ourselves entertained.
But in the past year, all of us have ceased student life and started on the new working life.
Since then we noticed that our social life has slowed down.
No longer do we find the energy in ourselves to go clubbing or drinking till late at night.No longer do we even talk about cars or football or girls... all we talk about now is work, work and work.
Over the long Raya weekend, we decided that things had to change (even if it was just for one night).
We got everyone over to my place one night for a drinking and karaoke session.
The night started out slow.
Everyone was being... "grown-up".
But 1 and a half bottles of Black Label later, the alcohol started to take effect.
Everyone was high... and happy.... until one of my friends suddenly fell to the ground.
Now when your friend falls to the ground seemingly because of excessive alcohol consumption... what do you do?
Step 1: Pretend to be a caring friend and help him up.
Step 2: Bring him to the nearest toilet bowl and get him to puke.
Step 3: Lay him to rest on the nearest couch.
Step 4: Take turns to take pictures with his butt-crack.
Step 5: Upload the pictures on to a blog to share with the world...
Step 6: Apologise to your friend for making public his butt-crack and promise that you'll never do it again (even if you know you are going to do it again next week).
Ahh... I feel young again...
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Bush was out with his friends at the local char koay teow stall having lunch.
When the time came for them to order, one of Bush's friends
(which I will refer to here as Entau Bah)
"Char Koay Teow mai taugeh" (Char Koay Teow without taugeh).Bush thought it was a little weird since most Penang people eat taugeh (though Stewie here doesn't), so he asked Entau Bah why didn't he eat tau geh.
Entau Bah calmly replied
"Aihhh... long story lar... dowan talk about it"...
That was an answer Bush wasn't willing to accept so he pushed harder and finally Entau Bah let it out
"Well ok lar... I tell you. Last time I was having anal sex with my gf. Then when I pulled out my penis I saw a half digested taugeh attached to it... so now I don't eat tau geh anymore".DID YOU HEAR THAT?!?!?!?
HE PULLED OUT A HALF DIGESTED TAUGEH FROM HER BUTT (which was probably his punishment for having anal sex in the first place).
The poor guy must've been traumatised.
Yet, I couldn't help but wonder...
What did they do after he pulled out the tau geh from her butt...
I could think two scenarios.
I one scenario, the girlfriend could've been a little embarrassed, giggle and say
"Oh sorry about that... must've been from the koay teow soup I had last week."
then take the half digested beansprout from his hand and put it in her mouth.
But I reckon the more likely scenario would be...
"Darling... if you love me... eat the taugeh... or I share with you... I eat half you eat half".
The poor dude probably has nightmares of him being lost in mountains of taugeh. To the guys who're reading this, I bet you're all thinking how you could avoid this bad experience
(Which is perfectly natural since we don't like to make the same mistake others make right? Well done).
So if the solution you're thinking is
"Hmm ok I think I better not have (or think of having) anal sex anymore"...
then good for you.
But if you're thinking
"Hmm.. ok I better make sure my girlfriend doesn't eat tau geh before we have anal sex"... then... congratulations.. you're officially more of a bastard than I am
Friday, October 20, 2006
Knowing that I would soon have to start doing a sales job for my little dotcom, I decided to listen to the audio while working (whoever said men can't multi-task).
I always fear two things when buying books or going for seminars.
1) That the book/seminar author/speaker turns out to be the Master of the Obvious. For example, books in MPH with titles like "How to be a millionaire?" end up telling you things like
"To make money... you have to buy low and sell high"
In which upon reading such material you think to yourself:
WOAAAAHH.. THAT IS DEEP... Thank you for telling me something I couldn't possibly have figured out myself.
Why don't you tell me more things that I can't possibly figure out myself... that "fingernails grow" or "ice cubes are cold".
2) That the book/seminar tells you to things that are good in concept but not specific enough to apply in real life.
"If you want to be a good salesman, every time before you do a sales pitch, visualise in your mind that you do a flawless presentation and believe that the client will say YES. You can only do it if you believe you can do it!"
I don't know about everyone else but when I read/hear things like that, I feel like not only have I not learned anything from that sentence but that I've actually grown dummer just by listening to it.
Ok back to Marshall Slyver.By the time I had reached halfway into his seminar (after forwarding a lot of rubbish), I began to doubt this guy. I looked for him on Wikipedia but I didn't find anything there.
Then I got suspicious.
I Googled "Marshall Slyver" and there it was.
His website saying how he was one of the most sought-after speakers in the world.
Sure.. it was HIS website.
If I ever had a TimothyTiah.com, I would have it say that I have a penis the size of a whale.
So then I Googled "Marshall Slyver Fraud" and the truth came out.
The man was hardly a sales man.
In fact, he was just a hypnotist performer at Las Vegas.
Now would you take lessons on "How To Sell" from a "Stage Performer" ?
(And NO, eventhough his seminar was called "Hypnotic Selling", it had nothing to do with how to hypnotise an eskimo to get him to buy ice from you).
That's like taking flying lessons from an elephant.Now only was he never a salesman, he is a fraudster who wound up in court for "Obtaining money under false pretenses."
(The story goes that he gave a course that teached everyone to be a millionaire with a money back guarantee. When people went for his course and realised that it was bullshit, they demanded they money back but he didn't keep up to his word).
This reminds me of Robert Kiyosaki.
We all remember Robert the Man for his book "Rich Dad Poor Dad".
I remember reading his book ages ago after everybody kept telling me how good his book was.
I read his book with excitement. By the time I had finished his book I felt like a genius.
It was the best book I had ever read (at the time).
He gave me brilliant advice like
“the reason you want to have rich friends” is to get inside stock market information that you can make low-risk profits.
Sounds like a plan!
But after I finished the book I started thinking... ok ... how exactly do I apply it to my life?
For example, I know that I'm supposed to have rich friends but how do I get to know them?
(Another good example of telling you something so vague that it's hardly specific enough to be applicable at all in life)
So I did some research on who he really is and found out that he wasn't that multi-millionaire that he claimed to be before he wrote the book.
And even after writing so many books, one which was very successful, he is still no where near as rich as he claims to be.
But that's not all, most of the things that were written in the book about his experiences and even the characters... were all fiction!
"Rich Dad" in the book is as real as "Harry Potter".
(But I won't bore you with the details of the Robert Kiyosaki's fraud, read them here if you want).
At the end of the day, I took the CDs of Marshall Sylver's seminar back to my colleague and said
"Thanks so much for the CDs dude. I have some bad news for you though... the man is a fraud... and has probably never even sold food to a starving rich man before in his life".
If my colleague was shocked he didn't show it.
I then went on to say
"Next time before we decide to listen to anyone else's advice... try to find out who you're taking the advice from."
Then to illustrate my point I said
"If Timothy Tiah gave you advice... you'll tell him to go dildo himself right?"
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
"Bistro Pub in Penang"
and attached to it were pictures of girls dancing and going wild in clubs like this
She then asked whether these pics really were from a club in Penang, so to all the readers I have that are from Penang, take a good look at the pictures in the post and tell me if you think it is?
I personally don't think any of them are from Penang except maybe these few
Because at Glo in Penang, as part of a contest, girls sometimes pour water on themselves when dancing on stage and that's the only club in which I've seen that happen.
But the MC behind the girl in this picture doesn't look like the one we're familiar to in Glo.
So why do I not believe that these pictures are from Penang?
Well... okay let me tell you a bit about the clubbing experiences I've had.
In London, we walk into a club with a group of friends and go straight for the bar to down a couple of Tequila Shots.
Then straight to the huge dance floor to dance until the alcohol wears off then we go back to the bar to have another couple of shots (not necessarily Tequila again)... and then back to the dance floor again. So most of the time we have is spent on the dance floor.
In Penang, most of the clubs have most of their space used up for tables and stools and they reserve only a tiny space for the dance floor.
So what happens?
We walk into the crowded club, get a bottle of whiskey and sit on the table.
Then we hold our whiskey glass in our hand and pretend to dance when all we're really doing is wiggling.
That goes the same for almost everyone else in the club. Only few people really dance and those who do dance at the tiny crowded dance floors that we have do the "worm dance"... meaning they wiggle (since that's all they can really do given the space we have).
Which is why in Penang, you'll seldom see things like this
And even more seldom that you see things like this
And almost NEVER do you see things like this
As for this last picture... I'm a little confused at what the woman on the left was doing.
I can't tell if she was high on something... or trying to launch herself into space.
Or maybe it was a combination of both. Maybe she was high enough to suddenly think that
"Hey! Why don't I try to launch myself into space? I've never been to space before".
PS: For those of you who're interested in some entrepreneur articles that I haven't really been writing of, check out Leon's blog here. He wrote a pretty interesting article about Richard Branson.