The days we stepped out into reality of living are the days we had wished our studying days would never end.Because at an instance, it is nothing close to what we imagined in classrooms or lecture halls.Sure its trendy mind blowing even downright sexy looking hard at em blouses, but the fact of the case not taught in classrooms will be , you are really on your own,never an aide or soul to count on as everyone in the corporate world ,even your blood, remain your eternal enemy who want nothing better to see you peddling on the streets then hanged or veged on bed helpless as the next spastic that drinks with you at the bar.
Yupp ..this is the corporate jungle warfare we all live in everyday.let me take you to mine.Not as noble and glamorous as the brain surgeon but what he feeds on are the systems and facilities we created..he just cuts,sew and goes merry on drinking bragging to em joe six packs who worship him as some kind of demi god.
Well, when youre about to call it a day in your mediocre and frustrated life ,even self confessed recovered addicts and their conning counselors seemed to be brilliant persons..hehe..
My first real attempt being a wage earner was at a fine dining seafood restaurant at Boylston Street downtown Boston and that just lasted a day.Pampered by servants girlfriends and fiancee then, i hardly knew how to cut anything and when it took me 15 minutes to chop a prawn, the chef came down and said ..dont think this for you ,Yahya. So it was USD 24 for a days work , enough for some groceries then as times were harder than the erections that came by.But this is a students town of 34 colleges and universities in and around greater Boston, we were the life there and the community needed us.Anyway,on my way back to the apartment,noticed an opening at MACYs Bostons biggest liquor store so what could be better for the sophomore party animal in migration from the southern drawl city of Charleston South Carolina.
So it was the backroom for me then where all the drums and bottles were kept. ...a case of wine..a case of wine...on the loud speaker ..and i would be pushing em carts wearing em red overhauls.Then , tragedy struck.There was this typical 6' red neck stupid American ladd that kept provoking me..from dogs breath to scumster,to shit boy, i took the brute taunts as i needed that pay...but when one day when my late fiancee came and being drunk he grabbed her ass muttering my..what a nice mrs shitboy..i broke the wine bottle on his head...bloody and out, he went,i grabbed aidah and \ran and muttered belah yang!...that was the last job i had whilst with her as she volunteered to work at mcdonalds n thai house n i kept the apartment clean,did her homeworks,bought groceries and all others as needed.
Being students, there never was a set lifestyle, it was always on the go , on the move, be it roadrips to California,Canada,New Orleans or Florida, be it our regular meals.I remembered when we were so bad at one time, me,ashook and fini would go into food aisles at k mart and started our buffet..but we didnt steal, we just needed food so bad,or we would go into churches at mealtimes , stay in lines , then have our meals which were pretty decent ones,say thank you to the lord and back to classes or wherever. There was no forcible actions to convert us, it was pure humanitarian deeds 24-7 that i sometimes wonder why the mosques cant have that as well.
Well, through out my Junior and Senior years, i didnt work as i had to catch up with so many classes due to abundances of W's-withdrawals as to toe the 2.0 needed to stay in school.But after only one semester more, i managed to G, then offered a job to keepbooks by Roberto,my Venezuelan friend ,whose dad owned something like MAS there,in a trading company,commodities,he said.But it wasnt long i caught on as the daily turnovers exceeded a million a day,trucks from all parts of the country came by to collect.
No frills,only thrills at place of work,. i lasted there for 3 months after grad earning 3gs a month,had a studio as a pad ,Golf GTi, an Italian Med Student as gf who loved coke and the sex that came with it ,always qupoting Malaysian as sexy cultured lovers..hehe...and life was really the finest.Until i got a Telegram from MSD Washington, please report to your uncle the MB,for immediate work with Johore state. Tried arguing with mum n dad, but my fiancee already back there,sore at non completion,kept feeding them i was goiung to get hitched in Boston,.so finally home it was.
I knew it was a scam to get me home as at that time recession was rife.I mean to meddle as the sugar cane seller was indeed a success, nothing of seed came by,Johore released me.But there was a chance to be ADO Segamat, i thought,naaayyy,i d stick around KL.Then high expectation started to become a little insulting as paying jobs were very low.But if only i took on that Bank Negara offer even at RM 800 , i would have been sitting pretty by now.So instead, at dads persuasion ,me and uncle cooke joined Tan Sri Ramli Kushairi in his set up of Kesang Kasturi, Uncle Tony became the main man there with Poona India importing indian onions.
Kesang which was really a Safuan Group of Company , we were solidly backed .Based in Penang or Permatang Pauh, we would have deliveries twice a month, on ships as large as a football field, one main cause of losses was bad onions as it was perishable and India being Indians, never kept to the words they made.But more of a jamming session that kept us out was when seasoned players like 888 and Ghouse came together and threw prices down below market price for 7 shipments asking us ..what are u really made up of...Tan Sri Ramli Kushairi finally said enuff .. lets get out.
Well, i got back to KL and uncle cooke got married to my sophomore scandal at Iowa of first encounter at Sukan Pemau Bloomington,then , again at USM when they met,since then has put me in a very difficult position as her "nephew" till now..hehe..
Another jolly hunting was on the go again...which really means jollying while hunting for jobs hehe....as late dad was on board Lion Corp..i was thus offered the Executive Training Programme at Asia Commercial Finance ,whilst most would say id fail as numbers isnt really my best side, i made it through six months of training at all important facets of the company. Then my first foreplay with the psycho games of the corporate world.Soon i learnt that you shall not react to these taunts of bad mouthing as the only one that will be hurt and out of a job is you.Of 2 incidents, one was knocking my Managers Head ,Chuah, with the telephone, the other , inviting the clerk Megat down to the kitchen for a showdown was cause of my dismissal.But they didnt make that the reason i should leave, its because i forged my managers recommendation on a card application that he has given to so many others that saw my days there, despite my RM 1.7 m account from Uniphone and Avis on hire purchase,my biggest blow was with Dato Shahril who was staying with us in Damansaraa Heights, who shouted across the halls when he heard the bust up....dont believe what u did at theFUCKING office...mannn@!!hehe..
Actually , while i was Marketing at ACF i was also moonlighting with another company,an outdoor one that belonged to Sean Ghazis dad.While i got them what they wanted which were of primary sites in JB and that Dato Ismail being the Mayor and family friend there made it so easy for us. But no loved loss even after those major sites secured by me,Dato Ghazi said i must leave immediately for breaching the labour law,just your typical excuse of sucking up employees blood thats all.
Another worthwhile encounter was with the eventual owner of Nilai Memorial Park,whom after introduced by my late father, Frank Choo was offering high incentives for getting his land at Nilai approved for cemetey.Nope, no banks would do it, even encumbrances free,as application stated cemetery development.One look,erased cemetery,Maybank threw in in staggered sum of RM 24 miiliion for the development.Payments of 1% of 8 million on first payment, i took the RM 80,000 and told Frank to pay the balance in other staggered sum to the Maybank officer,me and "virgin" Siti Sue had the times of our lives,and me always heeding her..duit kubor x leh simpan..yang..hehe...
One of the true few rags to riches stories that fascinated me was that of my dad's friend Dato David Tan. Just a party loving never serious person perception at first, this man has truly made his mark in business.Started just being a hard labour at the airport, he noticed the need to get things fast to their destination.So he resigned, he and his partner Chris, put one desk and a chair at at the airport car park , his insiders at cargo will inform him which parcel needed to be delivered fast around here.From that he expanded, now City Links a global company,but main forte is still domestic , international still lagging behind the big names.
So being his sales exec at the office was indeed fun as Dato David knew how to choose the girls for his clients.I was so into them , i managed to pop one of the girls cherry after a wild party at Club Ozz Shang, must say the best sex i ever had, Dato knew about it, kept me by his side at all times after that. We even left office at 3pm for happy hour drinks with clients and then Deluxe Karaoke to finally a night wit em gorgeous GROs.
But what i didnt understand then, here was Dato spending thousands a night on clients who barely have few hundred account with us.Ehhhhh..he said..u dont understand business laa.....money make money maaa..sure enough . the figures peaked, from 400 buckaroos a month Colgate was spending in the tens of thousands when eberything concerning transportation went to City Link.But my dad was having none of my 9am to 5am working hours,he networked with his Harvard alumni Joe Shotoku for my stint at Matsushita Industrial.
This was Little Japan. And it doesnt always have to be a town suburb or a place for it to be a replica of the real thing. The ambience,etos,mindset was enough.I think there were only ten or eleven Japanese nationals based there, but the absolute control they have on everyone and everything there was surreal to say the least.
Come to think of it,this was Japan in peacetime, no troops,arms or military relevance s just business in another country which is part of a strategy that wanted world domination.With early indoctrination of the war cry by Tan Sri Konosule Matsushita's ..make man before make product,its of little wonder they nearly ruled the world.
Ohh boyy.. i thought to my self of the extremely rigid discipline needed.....my ass is pneumone grass....i mean..just a week ago i got home drunk to my section 16 home at 7am after performing a live tiger show with the gorgeous but drunk GRO for Dato David and his friends at Chinatown Karaoke DU ..whom after i looked up whilst performing ..saw all 8 of them masturbating hard ..hehe..and here i was i have to report by 7 am,sober,to sing the company song...yupp..definitely ...im toast!hehe..
But , when in Rome ..do as Romans do...and learn all you can from them.So i tried to blend in. Which wasnt hard really as those 13 years overseas made it a walk in the park for me, but something about the female Malay grads from Japan that really turned me on. Cute not dazzling,selekeh even,she had natural beauty and always wore thongs under that skirt.And those,nearly got me in trouble for sexual harassment big time when her tease led me to her panties at the manufacturing line whilst training then caught at the peak of it shall we say, i had to give up my handy to one of those mat kilangs..i know u american grads so randy..but cool it...will yer..smiled n walked off like it was a planned trap or sumthang.Then i masturbated..haha..!
But one of the more shocking thing, as my late dad had this knack of seeing opportunity everywhere, he told me he had about an acre somewhere there and asked me to do early survey for he wanted to do housing for the workers at the factory.Then in my ricky trip,got really pissed and surprised that UMNO PJU i think had erected a building with maplays all over the damn place paying rent to these sqatter rulers for over 10 years already....ehh..said the Ketua Pemuda there..x der orang kat tanah nii.. kita duduk laa...i kept my cool to tahap wali -wali at that birdbrained statement found out who was actually calling the shots there, went to meet Dato Salim at his PJ office,as luck would have it i found out Datin Maria was his wife then , (my bahan melanchap..hehe... during school days see ) so that took a lot of my anger off and thus settled for amicable solution in my crossings with him.!...and as footnote jer... one of the coolest insults i ever heard was of this Dato Salim's second wife ...yang bini kedua ni dah ker tengok bini pertama ker??...mesti belom kott!!wakakaka...layanan terbaik must be..we both agreed...any way...as to cut this idiotic even moronic UMNO s extravagant story short .....Dato Salim had one of his pemuda,Saifol i think it was, to buy it, and being in the recession at that time plus my desperation and consideration that UMNO i guess were paying my Baptist College and Boston Universitys' fees...mom and dad freaked out big time...TSMY intervened..never knew the ending actually..except why not..they,UMNO, have been very kind to some of my relatives even late dad....but its the way they muscle in and claim the whole world is theirs i truly disagree and my opening line to Dato Salim...x kisah ahh dato....melayu ker umno ker keadilan ker..x settle dalam sebulan ..saya bulldoze ..jer..tu jer...n at that..Dato Salim was shocked,sat up...and took notice this guy was not joking around.....no siree bob!haha..
Back in the business front,Matsushita Industrial Company quickly became the largest producer of split and window air conds in the world, thanks mainly to our great Malaysian infrastructures , skilled and cheap labours compared to theirs but mainly the way the Japanese Management was absorbed into how things worked at the plants and even greater impact on the workers minds! Through sub conscious methods and discipline,each and every worker was living the "japanese way" and if you dont fit in,please leave thats all.Welll, i for one knew it was game over as my immediate manager,Mr Ng, made it very clear he hated Malays from the start, and when i was asked to escort Japanese guests to toilets for their work there, i knew it was time to leave.But before that, i learned quite a great deal on this Japanese world domination practicality. For starters Japan Corporate HQ controlled all sales. This region , because of excellent business suitability, became producers. Then because of their great economies of scale through expansion in many countries , their quality of products scaled way up thus their costs of production well down, thus attracting other major brands to OEM with them, and as we speak,7 out of 10 brands in the market right now, are from Matsushitas brand,that as openers, their brilliant tactics and strategies proved business, at its best,has no needs for rubbish factors like corruption,cronism and such..just plain intelligence in work and dealings , thats all.Thinking that was the Look East policy that was first thought of, it sadly ended as Look 10 Nothing Else ...NOW he just cant stay away which is an even sadder chapter in Malaysian Corporate Way and Politics right now.
Not to be outdone nor forgotten, i lived one Champions day there tho.And it was in the Matsushita's Internal 7 aside Football Tournament , i represented MDs Office which in Sapura s terms is like the HQ'S Admins team against sides like Uniphone in the past or SMC in Industrial now, the other teams were huge ,thats all.The chances were 100-1 but ...we had a chance.So as the team assembled at Sg Ways field one Saturday..i sponsored the jerseys and told the strategies..seeing the game was only 7 minutes each way, i told my team to play for a draw and fight it out in penalties.And it worked!We packed our goal line each time and never let a goal in i think, and when it came to penalties, me as first kicker, will let other players of MDs office to score,and when we won the finals, all players fainted n cried at the office...showing off the Champions trophy at Monday assembly had everyone going ..wei!!betol ker...at that i left in style...Japanese Way or Not its not for me ..dats all.
here were two other ventures worth of mention here ..while one was Dato Salims creation of Artists Corner at Kelana Seafood though most were make believe icons, i mean..might as well named Michael Jackson or Whitney Houston,mine of Japanese Food under Shamrein was doing quite well actually, until his typical Umno s greedy leadership of style came in play which was to increase Managements fees though business was way down sealed the deal to thats all folks for everyone there, the lashback...ehh!!aq maner tahu,x masok campor samer skali ....tau..hehe..
The other was networking between my x brother in law to his close friend, Faiz, the late Tan Sri Yahyas son,and then reconnecting it to my friend Areff Tan Sri Sarji,his partner Kamal and the deal could never come simpler.DRB as customer had advertized in EXIMs indoor miniature booths, at that time, Commonwealths Games venues were the hot talking points so,they contraed off their Isuzus 4 wheel as payment instead , sold mine for RM 58k cash,the RM 200 k deal turned out to be 10 million as a whole as they garnered on bigger deals after that.But sadly,me n Faiz were left out on grounds i was just the introducer and Faiz, already rich, my thoughts on that was... fuck u guys n hope u rot with my share in hell..i mean what else can anyone do if the people were scums in heart to begin with...i dont know if my friend Areff got any thing after that, but knowing him, his cut must come prompttly at each time something was signed or PO given to EXIM and that he plays no other roles after that. Maybe it was good may be it wasnt..but importantly, to each is his own and that we have to respect and live with , in conclusion ...
life is really quite simple but never is easy..thats all..Salam and have a productive life ahead!..
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