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Okay so I’ve heard a lot about Mudah.com.my since they became our client at Nuffnang.
There it was, an online Marketplace where you can sell or buy things to other fellow Malaysians (Sort of like eBay but without the bidding process).
Not long before, I just heard from Nicholas that Pinkpau managed to sell a bulk of her old teddy bears on Mudah so hey… I decided to give it a shot myself.
Only thing was… I wasn’t sure what to sell.
What could I possibly sell that nobody else could get on any other day.
I mean if I were Brad Pitt I could probably sell my SPIT and I’m sure someone would’ve bought it for a few thousand bucks.
But.. I’m not Brad Pitt. I’m Timothy Tiah and nobody is gonna buy my spit let alone a properly signed autograph.
So I while looking through my junk I spotted something that brought back childhood memories of myself.
Yes… the Rotan.
Not just ANY Rotan.
The Rotan that my father used frequently to whoop my ass when I was a kid. That’s the funny thing about beating a kid right?
In the West, nobody beats their kids and if they do, the kid calls Child Services and gets the parents taken away.
In the East, like Malaysia… everyone beats their kids (fine.. not everyone, those of you who didn’t get beaten, you have no idea what you guys missed out on).
I was a beaten kid.
Seriously… my father used to whack me like there was no tomorrow (although I did deserve it most of the time). I know it’s hard to imagine this but I was actually a very rebellious kid that always talked back to my parents when I got a scolding or even a beating.
Heck I got so much beating that The Rotan even was cracked at the tip.
I used to be so terrified of the thing. So terrified that I used to hide The Rotan when I knew my Dad was gonna whoop my ass.
He used to keep The Rotan on top of the fridge thinking that I won’t be able to reach which worked fine and dandy for a while but the problem with kids is… we grow. So as I grew older (and taller), I learned to climb on to chairs to quickly grab The Rotan and hide it somewhere safe like under a rug or something.
I remember a day my Dad came home from work looking to beat the shit out of me for something I did wrong. He stared at me with fire in his eyes as he walked through the door but he didn’t want me to know that I was going to get a beating yet till he got his Rotan so he would first run off to the kitchen to grab it.
Sooner or later he realized that I hid it and he walked out of the kitchen and gave me the courtesy of asking me to return it to him.
And I stupidly replied
“YOU CHEATING WAN ALWAYS USE ROTAN… I ALSO CAN BEAT WITH ROTAN.. USE YOUR HANDS AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!!!” (and I put my tiny fists up).
I don’t remember what happened after that though I did remember hearing a “POW!!!” just like in the old Batman movies.
So there you have it everyone… right now I am going to try to sell on Mudah.com.my the very same Rotan that my Father used to beat me into the man I have become today.
All for only RM200.
If I manage to somehow sell this Rotan on Mudah.com.my. It can only mean 3 things.
1) Mudah.com.my is damn bloody good!
2) Someone out there is damn SM.
Click here to go find my Rotan. HAHAAHAH!!!
Will update you guys on the results later on.
To My Dear Father: Thank you for beating me when I was young.
Timothy Tiah – Co-Founder of Colony, Kuala Lumpur Co-Working Space