Yesterday I topped up my supply of paracetamol. A few packets of Uphamol and a large box of Panadol Acti-Fast, I should be rather well-sorted for the next couple months; that is if no one else takes it. Paracetamol is one of the few things in my life that I’d freak out if I don’t have them (my favourites at least) with me at all times.
Don’t know why you needed to know that, but there you go.
So many people have been back for the holidays, some of them leaving soon. I met up with Serena a couple of times, and Dabs, and Val. Have yet to meet with le Joe Harimau and judging by his schedule, it seems unlikely that we’d hang out this time round. Ah wells. There are also a couple of acquaintances leaving the country for good, and one coming back for a week-long holiday. Hope I get to hang out with them all.
The Star’s AllMalaysian Bloggers Project (AMBP) is having its first blogger get-together:
Date: 12 January 2008 (Saturday)
Time: 10.00am onwards
Venue: Starbucks The Gardens, MidValley
First 50 bloggers to attend will receive a free drink, courtesy of Starbucks. Since for some incomprehensible reason they appointed me as ‘Pop Culture Phenom’ officer on their Facebook group, I guess I’d be there… hang out for a bit, talk some kok… Should be fun, so maybe you should go too
Since almost everyone is offering their unsolicited views and opinions on CSL, here’s mine: I personally do not give a damn what he does behind his wife’s back. Yes it is hypocritical of him to implore upon Malaysians to practice safe sex and be faithful to their partners. But least anyone forgets, CSL is a politician. ALL politicians lie, regardless of whether they are in the ruling or opposition party. Some of it are good lies, some of it are okay lies, some of it are bad lies. But the crux of the matter is, they all stretch and distort the truth to their own benefits, or whatever front they are presenting in order to prolong their political careers. I have always assumed ‘truths’ to be similar with history books — what you read and learn are from the survivors’ point of views.
But practicing safe sex and being faithful to your partners are two things that could help prevent STDs, and raising a healthy and sound family. So what the guy preaching all that does not follow what he preaches? Does that mean you have to now go out and shag every young ciku that comes across your path, even if your wife still provides nookies? How old are you, 5?
Instead, what is CSL’s KPI? Has there been improvements in whatever his ministry is in charge of? Has he been delivering, or has it all been all talk just like his safe sex and one-woman man singsong? How was the baby Yok Shan’s case handled? Do you actually know what is going on in the Batu Pahat hospital? Why are housemen and doctors in public service who are in charge of so many lives obligated to work till the point of exhaustion? One may argue that it’s ‘the system’… but systems can be changed for the better, right?
I probably do not know what I am talking about, and I doubt anyone really cares. But there you go; yet another unsolicited opinion
But speaking of the CSL case, the description of the hotel fits the same hotel where I worked for 2 months after SPM. Now, I am not saying that it is THE hotel for sure, but allow me to recount some of my memories.
As far as I still know, Katerina Hotel is owned by Dato’ Au Ba Chi. Said Dato’ship was conferred upon him by the Sultan of Johor, and said Dato’ made various contributions to society, such as the piano in my high school. He also developed Taman Sri Jaya, where the road names begin with ‘Jalan Rotan this’ and ‘Jalan Rotan that’. Rumour has it that said Dato’ hails from Minyak Beku, and is an ‘orang sungai’. Rumours floated around of his supernatural powers that kept him powerful and healthy, in possession of a sound and sharp mind for someone at his age.
Rumour has it that said Dato’ had grand plans for the hotel, and that it was partly financed by his Indonesian son-in-law. Rumour has it that after the ’97 economic crash, Indonesian son-in-law either postponed or pulled-out from financing the rest of the hotel, and that greatly upset said Dato’. But in spite of the semi-delivered product (the Chinese restaurant and shopping mall were incomplete), the hotel opened for business. At that time I was done with SPM, and was working at a shoe shop where I suffered at the hands of a shoe shop tyrant (actually I was just lazy to dust the damn shoes every morning). My friend Andrew was working as a waiter at Katerina Hotel’s cafe, and I decided to jump ship. He left after a couple weeks I was there, I stayed on for 2 months. Until today my mother continues to harp on the fact that the management did not contribute to my EPF, even though the amount was deducted from my meager salary.
I’ll spare you the… erm, spiritual-related stories that may or may not have happened during my time there. But I can tell you about the night manager who was fired for dishonesty and irresponsibility — apparently he’d been accepting side money from random couples who wanted to make full use of four walls and a nice big bed for things they could not do elsewhere. One night, a Singaporean arrived at the hotel and wanted to check into his room that he had already reserved prior to his arrival. Unfortunately his room was already ‘let go’ by said night manager, as he thought that the expected guest must have canceled his reservation. It was also rather unfortunate that the hotel was fully-occupied that very night, and said night manager had no extra rooms for the Singaporean. Mr. Singaporean was so upset and lodged a complaint, and that was how the night manager was found out.
There was also the one time when one of the working crew relayed a message via walkie-talkie that a couple at a particular room was making very loud, enthusiastic noises. I remember some of them rushed to the said floor and listened outside the door. Nothing, my friend is sacred.
I could also tell you what an awful waitress I was, having had no training, but that’s for another post.
The one thing that I remember the most was said Dato’ sitting at the lounge, either screaming his head off or telling grandfather stories to an assemble of technicians, waiters and whoever unfortunate enough to cross his path. Must be lonely to be him.
That is why I blog. ‘Cos I can’t talk for hours like the Dato’.