Is this what fame tastes like?
I went out shopping with my sister at the Gurney Plaza in Penang. We went into a clothing store that my nephews like. It’s called the Extreme. The prominent character of this brand is ALI, or Action Ladfigure Inc. Don’t ask me more. I didn’t get it. I’m too old.
While I was trying out my selections of clothings, a girl knicknamed “Manek” (of course given by my lovely bloated self) approached my sister and asked if I were John Ong. That of course confused my sister as to how she may have known me. She was too young to be my classmate. Then Manek told my sister that she listens to Penang Hokkien Podcast. In fact, her boyfriend who is now in the UK introduced the podcast to her. Small world. Well, Penang is a tiny island.
A little shy that she was, Manek asked another coworker of hers to ask me if it’s okay to take a picture with me. Of course the whore of me tasting the first drop of semi-fame, said yes.
One thing led to another. I’m signing my name, and of course, advertising my podcast on their wall. Yes, the wall in the store. I hope no one gets fired. The signing of the wall wasn’t even Manek’s idea, it was the lady, who appeared to be the branch owner or manager. So, I think everything should be okay.
Is this a taste of fame? Well, at least for a few minutes. I’m not that naive. But it sure tasted good.













