Hey guys, i’m revamping my blog to a newer version.
so will take some time.
i’m also thinking of migrating everything to mingchern.com since, i’m not active in the IM niche anymore…
so stay tuned guys! 
regards,
Ming Chern
Damn,
Things doesn’t happen well for me, in terms of family huh?
Some loan shark returned to my place again! Haiz!
DISCLAIMER: It was NOT ME who borrowed money hor… I’m not that poor…
Anyways, the first time they came was when I was renovating my place back at jan/feb 2007.
They came to throw packets of kopi-o at my door, staining everything.
Made police reports, but no one was caught, so things just sizzled down to nothing, or so I thought.
Fast forward one year 10 months, it happened again on Friday 10th October. Came back with my wife about 10+pm and saw some writings on the wall near the 1st floor lobby. Was shocked to see my unit number with the ex-tenant’s name.
Went up to my floor and saw another writing there… Reached my door step and saw writings again.. $#(*&@!(*&#@*@!
I was literally cursing & swearing. Saw a mobile number on the wall and I called it. Was mildly shocked to hear some one picking up the phone. Was even more shocked to know that I was talking to the actual loan shark… Hahaha, talk about keeping a low profile huh?
Anyway, this was the small fry. After establishing that I was the new tenant, the guy on the phone said that he’ll revert back to his boss and things will carry on from there.
After 2 hours or so (midnight), the boss called me and we talked for a while. Guess what, he wanted proof that i’m the new tenant and asked for some proof. Basically, he asked me for the HDB letter of purchase. I said, “Ya, I have it, let’s meet up this weekend”.
Well, he said he’ll call me back on saturday to confirm the time. I waited by my mobile phone for the entire saturday, no call back. Sunday? no call back… Now coming to monday, still nothing yet (6pm now)…
Hope that everything blows by… haiz…
&*#^@!&^#&^%#!@
damn sianz,
Ming Chern
I’ve been getting tons of comments from my dear friends on the ‘demise’ of my father.
First of all, thank you all so much for giving me the moral support that I need.
It has helped me in more ways that I can imagine.
I’ve been reflecting on what has been happening and reflected on the quotes by my friends.
“Tough Times Don’t Last, Tough People Do”
Yes, we’ve heard about this for sooo many times, but how many of us truly believe and ACTED upon it?
Do recall the last time that some really bad happened to you. What are the words that you said to yourself? Did you blame yourself, blame karma, blame people around you? Or perhaps you said and truly believe that it is a test from some higher being? You began to think positive and acted positively, turning one of the worst situation into something really good?
I admit, at times, I can be really pessimistic, though I didn’t blame people, I was pretty down and out and feeling thoroughly grouchy about it. I do tell myself most of the times, that this is for the better, things are already getting better, but somehow it was really tough.
It is through the constant consolation and the blessing of my loved ones and my dearest friends that make me strive on, moving towards another chapter of my life.
Again, I want to thank all those who supported me all these times. Very much appreciated.
The bubbly, lively, optimistic tofu monkey is back again, roaring for greater success in life!
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh!
regards,
Ming Chern
P.S. I owe my optimistic resources to akltg. Do go attend Patterns of Excellence conducted by Stuart Tan & Adam Khoo. Call 6881 8881 for more information. (No affiliate comms for me…)
Received a call from a very unhappy past participant.
Apparently she’s been trying to reach me for the past 10,000 years.
but somehow, the voice messages she left to AKLTG and the emails she sent to me didn’t reach me. But she finally got fed up and came down to AKLTG and literally screw the customer service people (CSCs).
Finally, the CSCs couldn’t take it anymore and called me. I spoke with the lady over the phone and she literally demanded my address and my phone number. Now, usually, I really don’t give away my phone number because of fearful past experiences where they call and pester me every single day and for every single small problem.
So, I asked if she can send me an email on the problem. But guess what, before I can even complete the sentence, I was shot down and f***ed upside down. Now, I can understand the frustration one feels when beginning internet marketing, but there’s really no need to be so mean. I was blatant and asked not to be so fierce and shooting me down like this. The funny thing is, she said she wasn’t worked up and was not being fierce or anything.
I’m a personal advocate of solving any problems myself. I mean, if we’re doing business, shouldn’t we be looking for solutions creatively and more effectively. Come on, let’s not bite the hand that feeds you right? *ouch*
Nevertheless, I still agreed to give her my other office address and the office number. No way over my dead body will I give out my mobile number to someone that is so aggressive. I’ve always been very committed to helping my past participants. Even people who graduated from my course 1 year ago asked me questions recently, I still do my best to help the person. That’s who I am.
I don’t avoid people for the sake of avoiding. I mean, I really don’t… With so many past experiences where I get screwed over for being nice, get scolded, and f*** upside down and they still expect me to help them. I think I must be crazy to still be helping them. And yes, I do help them… How crazy can I be. I guess being hainanese does have the crazy streaks! haha…
Oh well, let’s not be too problem-focused and focus on how I can help her tomorrow.
May the force be with me…
Cheers,
Ming Chern
The month of July has got to be one of most life changing periods of my life.
The new lows of my life that tested my core belief and my opinion of the world, my mindset and the core values that drives my decision. It was the time that I lost my dad, my inheritance of millions of dollars any my unborn baby… 
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