This post is sequel to my previous entry about my near death experience.

After posting up that entry, so many of you guys commented. All saying that we should make a police report.

One important thing that I almost oversaw was what some of you brought up… that if we don’t report the bitch, she might hurt someone else in future.

So on Saturday afternoon, Samantha and I headed to the police station to file a police report.

We walked into the quiet Subang Jaya police station and asked the friendly policeman at counter what to do to make a police report.

He directed us to a booth where Samantha was supposed to write an essay on what happened.

At first, Samantha shot a very worried look at me…. thinking that she was going to have to write and describe everything in BM (she can’t speak BM to save her life, let alone WRITE).

But on the front of the booth pasted was an English sample of the report… meaning… she could write about it in English…

She was overjoyed.

She sat down and wrote away furiously.Samantha said that the policeman who filed the report joked with her on a few occasions.

First, he asked her if the guy she walked in with (ME) was her boyfriend.

She said “Nooooo!!!” (Yes… apparently I’m not good enough for Samantha).

Then he said
“Are you sure? I think maybe the lady driver who tried to run you down must have been in love with your guy friend and got jealous when she saw you walking with him so she tried to run you both down… I’ve seen many cases like that.”

After filing her report, Samantha walked back into the waiting room and asked me if I had a crazy girl fan who would do such a thing.

I said…
“NOOOOO!!!!!!”…

I mean… I’m right right?

None of you would do such a thing right?

Well anyway, I don’t know if they would catch the bitch and even if they do, I don’t know what consequences she will face.

The cops are probably so busy trying to solve other more important murder, robbery or rape cases, I’m not sure if they could spare the time.

But in the event that they do, I look forward to the day when they’ll bring the bitch back in one of these cars.
And have her handcuffed and bitchslapped over and over again.

Then maybe if I’m lucky, they might give me a chance to try run her down with my car.

You know, put her in an empty car park or something with me in my car.

And then tell her
“Okay lady… your job is to last 60 seconds in here without Tim knocking you down with his car”.

I mean, if I get a chance like that… I’ll call it even.

(Anyone wanna lend me a 4WD or a tank? Anybody?? anyone?? nobody??? awww…)

I’m sorry to say, this post doesn’t have many pictures… you’ll understand why when you reach the end of the road.

Last night, I was out with Kenny, Eyeris, Icyqueengoddess, Samantha (Wen Qi) and David for supper.

We finished supper at about 12.30AM and we decided to meet next at Sunway Pyramid, looking for a place to chill for a while before we decided to call it a night.

It was just about 1AM by the time I parked my car somewhere between the One Academy and Sunway Pyramid. I started walking across to meet Kenny and the rest at Sunway Pyramid. Samantha was with me.
Pic: For those of you who forgot, Samantha is the pretty girl on the left.

We were chatting away just before we crossed the narrow one way street.

Naturally, I looked to my right to see if traffic was coming before we crossed. There was an old Honda Accord at the end of the street moving very very slowly so we decided that it was safe to cross the road.

We started walking, with Samantha on my left. Just as we took a few steps across the road I heard a loud engine roar to my right.

It was the Honda Accord and it was picking up speed so quickly it was obvious the driver was “flooring it”.

The Honda raced down the street towards us but a part of me thought he was going to slow down once he saw us crossing right in front of him.

He didn’t.

As the Honda got within a few meters of us I begin to realize that he wasn’t going to slow down, and even if he did at that point, he wouldn’t stop in time without hitting us.

I jumped out of the street and leaned towards a car parked on the other side of the road. Just as the palms of my hands felt the car I was leaning on, I felt the pressure of the Honda’s metallic body swift right behind me, missing me by an inch.

My heart sighed a second of relief until I heard a loud bang. I looked to my left in horror to see Samantha lying on the side of the road after being hit by the Honda.

Almost like a natural reaction I yelled

“FUCK!!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!”

And I reached down to her looking to see if she was bleeding seriously anywhere on her body.

She was conscious and like a brave woman she was, she said

“No I’m okay.. don’t worry. Just feeling some pain on my thigh”.

I couldn’t believe that such a hard impact only resulted in some scratches and bruises on her body.

“Are you sure you don’t have anything broken?”

She nodded and she stood up just to prove it.

As she did that I looked to the left again to see the Honda that almost killed us.

It stopped further up in front to for a while with the driver probably looking in his rear mirror if he killed anyone.

After he saw me looking back at him, he sped off. I couldn’t see inside the car.

But a witness ran up to us with a mobile phone in her hand and said

“Ini nombor kereta dia! Pemandunya perempuan!”
(This is her car number! The driver was a woman)

As I took the number down in my phone, the helpful witness said

“Belakang ada Klinik 24 jam. Cepat bawa dia pegi doktor”.

I nodded and looked at Samantha who was standing up with the help of the 2nd witness who was much closer to us when the accident happened.

I asked Samantha “Can you walk?“

She said “Yes… I can..“

As she limped with me all the way to the 24 hour clinic just 3 minutes walk away.

The Indian doctor at the clinic was calm when we barged into his room. He told Samantha to sit down while he examined her.

8 long terrifying minutes later, the doctor concluded that Samantha really had no bones broken or anything, just a few scratches and bruises.

In his own words he said “She must be bionic woman”.

We thanked the doctor and left his room to wait for the medicine he subscribed her.

That was then I saw for the first time that night, Samantha breaking down in tears.

I put my arm around her and asked “What’s wrong?”.

She said “Nothing nothing…”

I leaned closer to her and asked

“Do you want to make a police report? I have the bitch’s number plate”.

She said “No need… nothing’s wrong with me.. don’t need to go through all the hassle”.

We sat down on the waiting room couch that night.

I was thinking
“FUCKING CRAZY DRIVER BITCH.. I REALLY WANT TO REPORT HER TO THE COPS!!!”

She was thinking “I’m glad we’re okay..”

This morning I woke up early to head to the hospital for my appointment to see my doctor.

My appointment was to be between 9am-12pm and I was there at 9am sharp.

I got into the waiting room, and sat down.

Suddenly a nurse came up to me and said
“Mr Tiah, have you had your breakfast?”

I said
“Uhmm.. no.. why?”

She glanced at a sheet of paper she was holding and then looked right back at me with her big brown eyes
“Because uhmm… there are 13 people ahead of you, and you might have to wait for over an hour.”

Slightly furious I exclaimed
“WHAT?!?! BUT I AM SO EARLY!!!”

She gave me a rather sarcastic smile and whispered
“Well some of the people here.. were here since 5am….”.

So I also shy.

And decided to head back to the office first to make this blog entry then come back later.

Anyway, back to my story.

Yesterday after work, I brought the Nuffnang team to the new Lecka Lecka place in Penang!
We’re all grown men with little boys in us at Nuffnang.

In most other work places, after work people would go for HAPPY HOUR drinking.

But at Nuffnang, we go for ice-cream!

The place was as cozy as you can ever imagine it to be.

The 7 of us from the Penang office took control of an empty table there and sat around it.

Over our nice 94.99% fat free ice-cream, we chatted about all sorts of things, starting from the Transformers movie outing we had the night before.

Oh, forgot to mention that. Just the night before we planned a movie-outing for the Nuffnang team in Penang to watch Transformers, all under the expense of the company.
I almost had to give the movie a pass because of my eye injury, but I decided that LIFE MUST GO ON.

So I watched the movie with one eye and let me tell you this…. MEGAN FOX in Transformers… HOT HOT HOT… even when looking at her with ONE EYE.

Anyway back to Lecka Lecka.

One thing I learned from that outing is… when you’re out with a group of programmers, you can talk about everything else just for a while but sooner or later, everyone is going to be talking about programming all over again.

We were all quite excited back then because we had just implemented a new ads syndication system on Nuffnang that completely solves our occasional slow loading problems.

All our ads now load quickly and are designed to load only after elements of a blog is loaded so it doesn’t hold up anything from loading, even if our server is down.

Shhh… we haven’t announced it on our Nuffnang blog yet because we want to give us some time to test it out but I guess you guys are the first to know about it if you haven’t already noticed.

At the end of our Lecka Lecka session however, there was drama.

While getting up, one of our guys dropped an ice-cream glass cup and had it shatter to pieces.

I offered to pay for the damage but the nice guys at Lecka Lecka told us not to worry about it.

How awfully nice of them. I will certainly be going back for more.

Okay, it’s now 10.07AM. Time for me to head back to the hospital.

Have a great weekend guys!

Monday morning was an exciting morning for me.

I haven’t been back at our Penang office in weeks, and I kinda miss the mornings where I would walk into our office lobby.

I woke up in the morning hearing the morning birds chirp, signaling that it was time for me to wake up and head to work.

Naturally I opened my eyes but just as I did, I felt a blistering pain on my left eye. It felt as if I had a piece of wood stuck in the corner of my left eye and I couldn’t even open my right eye without having the pain from my left eye make me want to scream like a cheerleader.

My right hand reached for my phone as I called someone in my family for help. They rushed me to the hospital to see an eye specialist.

2 hours later I found myself in a room with the eye specialist at Island Hospital.

He rested my chin on one of his hi-tech gadgety devices and said
“Open your eyes please Tim”.

I said
“I can’t doc… that’s why I’m here”.

He nodded as if he’s heard his patients say that all the time and he said
“Wait…”.

With my eyes closed, I could only hear him ruffling through his stuff to get something out.

At one point I thought he was going to whip out his baseball bat, hit me hard on the head and say
“BITCH!!! WHEN I SAY OPEN!! YOU OPEN!!!!”.

But he didn’t.

He ended up bringing out a special eye drop that numbed the pain in my eyes so I could open them both.

After I had my eyes opened, he looked thoroughly at them and he said
“Okay Tim.. it looks like you have a wound on your cornea. Did you have some kind of injury to your eye?”.

I said “Nope“.

Then he went on to say
“Then you must’ve scratched your own cornea while sleeping”.

WHAT KIND OF IDIOT SCRATCHES HIS OWN CORNEA WHILE ASLEEP?!?!

I lay down for an hour while 2 nurses constantly gave me a new eye drop every 3 minutes. Treatment for my wound.

After that I headed home and was instructed to sleep, something I didn’t have to be told to do since there wasn’t anything else I could do if I couldn’t see, especially with a very uncomfortable eye patch over me.

Fortunately for me, I wrote a blog entry over the weekend about Nike’s Jangan Togel campaign and I got a friend of mine to post that up for me while I lay motionless on my bed the whole day.

I could barely get any sleep over the afternoon. Every 10 minutes I would receive a new phone call either from a client or a potential client but hey what can I expect… it was a Monday afternoon and if anything, I am supposed to be working.. not in bed.

By the time night came, whatever winks of sleep I got over the afternoon was kicking in. I was fully awake and that’s where I had another problem.

Now that I was fully awake… and had nothing to do… what do I do ? I can’t possibly go back to sleep.

I found a solution in a beautiful drug called the Sleeping Pill. Popped one into my mouth and was asleep within the next 10 minutes.

Tuesday was the same as Monday for me. I found myself in the hospital the whole afternoon seeking treatment and asleep at night.
Then came today.

I woke up in the morning and it was a miracle! I could open my right eye!

I hopped my way to the hospital feeling as good as new and saw the doc.

Doc said
“Tim, you’re only 50% into recovery, I would suggest you stay in bed for another week”.

I said “Sure doc….”

And went straight back to the office.
The Nuffnang team was surprised to see me back again with my eye patch, but it feels so good to be back at work.

So much to do, so little time.

One of the campaigns that we’re running on Nuffnang that I’m really quite happy about is Nike’s Jangan Togel campaign that started about two weeks back.

I remember the first time I heard someone mention the phrase “Jangan Togel” to me. My immediate reaction was… you mean “Jangan Bogel?!?”

It was only after I checked out the Nike Football site and watched their introductory video there that I figured out what it was.

The unfamiliar phrase, turned out to be a description of quite a familiar thing among the locals here.

I remember playing a lot of football while growing up. I was never particularly good at it but I always remembered making sure I wore the best equipment possible.

My dad always told me.
“In every sport you play, buy the best equipment. Not to show off or anything, but so that if you still lose, you have no one and nothing else to blame but yourself”.

I had the best boots, shin guards… heck I was so stupid I even wore football glove when I was a striker. Thinking that the gloves would “Protect my hands”.
You can imagine a little boy running around the field looking like the goalie with his gloves on, but is actually a striker.

Imagine how shocked I was when I realized many years later that Football gloves are only supporsed to be worn by the goalie.

I even had the best jersey… a red one… which club I’ll let you gues.

But the jersey never really had much use because I used to play those public games where you don’t really know who your team mates are and everyone wears a different shirt so there’s no way you can tell who is who.

So what we used to do was… just like the Nike Ad
“First Goal Shirts Off”.

Whichever team had conceded the first goal had to play the rest of the game without their shirts so the game would be Shirts VS Skin.

Unfortunately, just as I said I was never really good at football, my team always had to strip off their shirts. So my Liverpool jersey always lay folded up on the side right next to my bag and water bottle.

I also really liked this particular picture in the Nike website where they showed the dudes all taking off their shirts.In real life football, there would always be a bunch of skinny guys and ONE chubby guy that had to take off his shirt and that was how the Nike football video was like.

I was one of those skinny boys, so skinny that you could see my ribs. Very unlike how I later grew up to look.

HEH HEH

Anyway, I totally forgot about these memories that I had and it was only until Nike ran this campaign did it bring back a lot of nostalgia.

I guess nostalgia is the reason why the theme of their website and even their film is a little brownish-like.

All in all… I *heart* Nike.. for bringing back to me memories from my early days.

Lots of cool things on the Nike Football website, even stuff you can download.

Click on the “Jangan Togel” ad below to check it out.

PS: Just realized that this blog entry might look like one.. but this is certainly NOT an advertorial. Nike isn’t paying me to write this…

I happened to be at Plaza Damansara a few days ago and I noticed something rather disturbing. Now Plaza Damansara is a nice office area at Damansara Heights.

But just like all typical office zones like this, parking is limited… really really limited.

So what do people do

In Paris, people will park there cars centimeters away from each other and release their hand-break so anyone else can just push their car a little to the front or back if he/she wants to come out.

But in Malaysia… we ada STYLE. We invented this thing called… DOUBLE PARKING. That means.. you see a car parked properly at a lot, YOU PARK RIGHT BEHIND IT so the other car can’t come out without taking a piece of your car with him.

Then once you do that, automatically assume that the driver of the other car will not be needing to leave until you do, so take your time and go do your errants.

While you are paying your bills or something in the nearby bank. you’ll probably be hear a car outside sounding the honk in frustration…. wanting to leave but having another car double parked it in.

When you hear something like this… always ignore it and comfort yourself saying that it might be someone else’s car that’s blocking the way.
Not yours.

Then when you come out of the bank and have finished with all your errants, you’ll probably see a very pissed off man wanting to leave 30 minutes ago but can’t because your car was in the way.

Don’t worry.. always remember that you’re in an office area, and the person you just pissed off is probably a white collared worker.

The very most he will do is scold you and your mother and throw some empty threats at you… but they’re all empty.
If on the other hand, you double-parked at Chow Kit…. then the person you pissed off would probably be waiting with a few of his friends, all with durians in their hands by the time you get back to your car.

Now sometimes, people like to double-park double-parkers.

That’s like … karma…

You screw people.. someone else will come and screw you back… you double-park someone, someone else will double-park you.

So it becomes a threesome or… triple-parking!

Well, at Plaza Damansara… everyone ADA STYLE.

There was double-parking on both sides of the road, and double parked in the most creative ways ever.

In Penang… we are much nicer than that. We don’t double-park.. right guys?

I was very busily driving around Jalan Kuching in KL today with Suet Li in the car chatting away when suddenly… I heard a loud bang and the entire car shook.

I looked in my rear view mirror only to find a white Kancil had hit me hard in the back.

I slowed my car to a stop, instantly causing a traffic jam in the middle of Jalan Kuching.

It felt rather odd as I looked around at all the passing cars that seemed to be slowing down just to look at the accident that had just happened.

I bet a number of them were slowing down to memorize both the numbers of my car and the Kancil to buy lottery by the end of the day.

Anyway, Suet Li stayed in the car as I opened the door and slowly walked towards the back of my car.

The first thing I saw was the Kancil that hit me.
It was a little damaged.

I paused for a few seconds before I dared to look at the damage on the back of my car.

Then when I garnered up enough guts to do so, I looked back and saw it.

There wasn’t much damage. Just a little bit of paint transfer from the Kancil to my poor car.

I was relieved.

So lucky!!!

Almost like my Guardian Angel came out in the last minute to protect my car from further harm.
I looked at the driver of the white Kancil and he looked at me in a worried face.

“Takpe la Boss… saya punya kereta kena sikit saja.”

I saw a sign of relief on his face, initially thinking that I was going to ask him to pay me since he it was clearly his fault for hitting my back.

He shook my hand and said
“Terima Kasih Boss… Saya tak sengaja punya”.

I nodded and said that I had to run off to work now.

I asked him if his car could still move and he said he was going to let it cool down for a while then try again.

I then rushed off to work.

Later that afternoon, I went to the Police Station to decide if I should make a police report or not.

At the car park there, I noticed some car wreckages.

Cars that have been in really serious accidents.

I mean look at this.

Or this.
Or even this burned up Waja.
Suet Li was with me and she shivered at the sight of the wreckages.

If they were to make another “Berhati-hati Di Jalan Raya” Commercial.. they should do one with pictures like these.

I drove home… at 40km/h.

Many cars drove pass me and showed me the finger… but I smiled back at them.

I was out clubbing in Penang last weekend with IcyQueenGoddess, Nicole and some friends when I happened to spot this car in the car park.
I must say… WHAT A PIMPED UP CAR … in other words… what a BAPA AYAMMED car!!!

Actually.. “PIMPED UP CAR” should be… KERETA DIBAPA AYAMMED right?

LOOK AT IT!!!

And that’s just the outside of the car. Who knows?

On the inside there might be a 60-inch Plasma TV, a gym, swimming pool and even a helicopter pad.

WHAT A PIMPED UP CAR!!!!

LOOK AT IT!!!

I mean if I were driving a car like that… I will most certainly be so popular with the ladies.

Maybe even with the la las… and la las are good. I like La La’s !

Anyone want to help me pimp my Honda City to look like that?

I could do without the helicopter pad, but I would most certainly like the swimming pool.

I started off the morning of our Bloggers Meet with a slow drive with Samantha and Nicole to meet some bloggers for breakfast.

In the car… Nicole took every opportunity she had to camwhore with my leetle amateur camera.

But I guess … if the ‘object’ of the photograph is beautiful… you can use a crap camera and still end up with a pretty good picture.

So at breakfast… I met a number of KL bloggers that came all the way for the Nuffnang Penang Bloggers’ Meet.

Among which are Earl Ku, Cely and Hong Kiat.

It was actually Lilian’s idea to bring everyone out for a Nasi Kandar breakfast,
And she also brought… THIS CUTE LITTLE BOY!!!

Sooo cute lar he.

Anyway, right after breakfast I rushed over the Gurney Plaza’s Food Loft to make the preparations for our meet and set up our Nuffnang Registration table.

Samantha was all dressed up with her Nuffnang collared-T and cap.

And if you ask me.. she looked really cute in it.

It wasn’t long before bloggers starting arriving for the meet.

There was Criz Lai, one of the strongest Nuffnang supporters ever… so much that he put on a Nuffnang pin badge the minute he got hold of one.

Thanks Criz.
Then the rest came on.


This was about the time when I passed the camera on to one of my colleagues: Victor and told him to snap as many pictures as he could.

So he took these pictures of the first few people that came getting seated at Food Loft.

Our other kinda-official photographer that night was Daniel and for those of you from Penang…. Daniel owns the sprawling cybercafe chain Netcity.

I owe it to Daniel.

He took the effort to make an “We love Nuffnang” sign and had many blogger pose to take pictures with it.

Then before long…. the celebrity Mr Sia arrived with a big bang.

Everybody stopped to watch as the smiley blogger celebrity stood right in front of them in the flesh.
Cedric and Warren (the two bloggers that organized the activities of the meet) gave time for the bloggers to come and mingle for a while… but once everyone settled down… the games started with bloggers winning prizes sponsored by Exabytes.

Almost everybody at the meet took part in the games… except for Cely and Belle who I caught shy shy sitting away at a corner.

In between the games, the few of us from the Nuffnang team that showed up to help organize the meet got together for a group photo.

So did Kenny and Nicole who managed to grab a shot with the Star journalists who were there.
All in all, everyone left the event with a very happy face.

I was delighted to hear the great feedback with everyone saying that they couldn’t have enjoyed it more.

This I owe to Cedric, Warren and the Nuffnang team who was there to help plan the event.

And lets not forget.. the Nuffnangers who attended and made the event the success it was.

It was so fulfilling to see so many bloggers laughing and screaming away.

Speaking of “fulfilling”…. a particular blogger there that day really made my day.

Her name is Jess (the nice girl on the right).

While I was a little distracted at the meet, Jess pulled me aside and introduced herself.

She said she rushed back all the way from Australia to make it to this meet just to meet Kenny Sia and Me.

Yeah I can imagine that a lot of people would rush even from Antarctica to meet Kenny Sia… but it’s not every day that I get a reader like this.

Another thing about her caught me by surprise:
Now I know most of you guys who read my blog regularly followed me from Leng Mou and that I am grateful for.

But Jess is the first reader I know who only got to know about me from timothytiah.blogspot.com and has since been visiting my blog.

Thank you Jess… you really made my day.

Sometimes when I’m around, I see some rather disturbing things.

Example number 1.

There was once I was driving home from work when I happened to stop at the traffic light. Just to the pavement on my right was a little kitten. I wasn’t sure if it was dead or asleep… but either ways, I’m sure I wouldn’t see it there again the next day.

I mean, if it was asleep then it would wake up and go somewhere else.

If it was dead then the MPPP (Majilis Perbandaran Pulau Pinang) will come sweep it away.

Well.. I was wrong.

One week later… at the very same spot…. it became this.
Then I went to KL for a few weeks and well..

One month later… it was still there..

Only that it went from this

To this
Now I’m not sure whose job it is to sweep the roads but… I was so close to getting down from my car and sweeping the poor kitten up and giving it a proper burial when the light turned green and the cars behind started honking.

Then at another time.. I was at Queensbay Mall.
Queensbay Mall is a fantastic mall in Penang.

I love it… our very own 1-Utama up north.

But while walking through the stairs down from the car park, I happened to see this.

To the Ah Beng who is responsible for this piece of “art”.

Well done… well done… I can’t think of anything else more original to draw.

Shame on you!