I’m down in Singapore again for business and if I have the time, to find a particular Singaporean reader of mine who conveniently decided to work for a Singaporean dotcom start-up when she could’ve been working for MY little startup
(you know who you are… and I’m coming for you… u naughty naughty girl!).
Anyway, after a long day of meetings and work that started right after I walked through Immigration,
my business partner decided to treat me to a nice dinner at Tanglin Club Singapore.
The food was okay… but all of you should know by now that I’m not the kind of blogger to write much about food so here!
Just one picture of the steak I had (which is getting quite comfortable in my belly right now).
After dinner, Ming convinced me to go meet some friends at Brewerkz in Clarke Quay. 
Brewerkz is a pub in Clarke Quay that prides itself in making its own beer.
Somehow that night, my Singaporean friends decided to play a little game called
“Let’s waste the Malaysian“.
So rather than ordering a few jugs of beer like EVERYONE ELSE, they decided to order a “TOWER OF BEER“.
Of course, I initially protested
“WAIT!!! WAIT!!! There are only 5 of us, and only 3 of us are drinking!!! And I’m staying for only an HOUR!!!”
Peter (one of the guys there) said
“No larr… can wan lar.. don’t worry… a tower is not that much”.
Not believing a word he said, I asked
“How much is a tower? 1 litre?”
Peter looked at me and said sarcastically
“Yes yes… about a litre… actually something like 3 and a half litres“.
Still, I comforted myself with the thought that he was just joking.
But that little comfort didn’t last long.
The “Tower of Beer” didn’t take long to find its way on our table.
When I saw it… my balls dropped.
For the next one hour, Peter kept filling up my mug.
And I kept returning the favour. 
So as you can imagine, the beer went down pretty quickly.
And by the end of the hour, it was finished.
Though Peter wanted to make sure that there wasn’t a drop of beer left in the tower.
So what normal people do after they finish the tower of beer is… they go home.. or they order coke or something.
But NOoooo… Peter had to order another jug of beer.
I went home shortly after they forced me to down a final mug of beer.
I would be lying if I said that the alcohol didn’t have any effect on me.
This was the last picture they took of me… while I was still sober.
The next time you have a Singaporean friend down in Malaysia… please take him out…. and get him wasted.. please.. do it for Stewie.
Timothy Tiah – Co-Founder of Colony, Kuala Lumpur Co-Working Space