What would you ask Morris Chang if he sat next to you on the MRT ? Or in this case a commuter train. Or would you quietly read your schoolbook as this student did.
MOrris Chang , head of TSMC (wafer maker) took a train and the student next to him had no idea who he was.
What would you ask him, if you sat next to him? Pick his brain a little or not?
Who would YOU like to sit next to on the MRT for 15 mins? The Pope? The Dalai Lama ?
What would you ask Morris Chang if he sat next to you on the MRT ? Or in this case a commuter train. Or would you quietly read your schoolbook as this student did.
MOrris Chang , head of TSMC (wafer maker) took a train and the student next to him had no idea who he was.
What would you ask him, if you sat next to him? Pick his brain a little or not?
Who would YOU like to sit next to on the MRT for 15 mins? The Pope? The Dalai Lama ?[/quote]
Not sure I’d recognize Morris Chang if I sat next to him. I did recognize (and shake the hand of) Lee Yuan-tseh in a hotel buffet in Kenting.
I dunno, Doctor. I get the impression that one at a time ain’t enough for Angelina.
I wouldn’t have a clue who Morris Chang is. I might ask him why, if he’s so bloody clever, he chose to name himself after a crap British car. Maybe he’s a H2G2 fan and wanted to be like Ford Prefect.
What would you ask Morris Chang if he sat next to you on the MRT ? Or in this case a commuter train. Or would you quietly read your schoolbook as this student did.
MOrris Chang , head of TSMC (wafer maker) took a train and the student next to him had no idea who he was.
What would you ask him, if you sat next to him? Pick his brain a little or not?
Who would YOU like to sit next to on the MRT for 15 mins? The Pope? The Dalai Lama ?[/quote]
Not sure I’d recognize Morris Chang if I sat next to him. I did recognize (and shake the hand of) Lee Yuan-tseh in a hotel buffet in Kending.[/quote]
Was it warm? He likes to keep it in his pocket, probably to massage his… leg.
Hey Pope, remember me? I was once an altarboy. Oh, but I remember YOU! That labored breathing, those sweaty, grubby hands… Okay, here’s the deal: I’ll keep quiet, if you make me archbishop of Taiwan. Oh, and give me your powers of infallibility, so that Catholics have to believe everything I say.
Hey Dalai Lama, you’re a vegetarian, right? I guess you won’t be wanting that paigu from your biandang… Hey, how does a Buddhist order a hot dog? Oh, you’ve heard that one… You know, you have some really cool hats. Do you and the pope go shopping together? By the way, what’s the true meaning of emptiness? And what do you think of UFOs?
Hey Mr. Pitt, my wife thinks about you when she masturbates.
Depends on the famous person. I’ve met famous people before and just acted normal. Got a few free dinners at expensive restaurants out of the deal too. One case was one of the only times in my life that being Black actually paid off.
I’ve met and even known quite a few famous people. In my experience they wish to be treated like anyone else and don’t really like it when strangers gush over them in public.