Friday 30 November 2012

Ten Years of Wandering

 


Ten years of wandering
Down winding roads, and cobbled streets
A little less familiar, a tad too strange
Had me scanning, searching, looking out,
For a touch not cold, a friendly face
In this crowded room, this loneliest place.

I smiled back not with these soulless eyes
But with a mechanical mouth that moved
On auto pilot, like a well-oiled machine
Generating upturned corners, thus synchronized
That I passed for the real thing –
There was no bigger fool than me.
Places and people merged into
A collective memory of blurry days
Spent in waste, of smoky nights of haste
Of laughters as hollow as a heart
That could no longer care less
That it was smeared with dried blood.

In distant shore, lands far away
Moving in and out of mindless chatterings
Of endless laughters that didn’t ring true
I slowly turned around, as sure as the sun
Will rise at the break of day –
I walked straight back to the start
And ended these ten years of wandering.






Sunday 25 November 2012

(Buffet) Breakfast at Tiffany's

I have been staying in hotels for most parts of this year, and have been fortunate enough to have the opportunity to do a lot of people-watching. It is indeed amazing that some people think it is OK to 'misbehave' because they are at the hotel, on holiday, or have paid for the room that sometimes common courtesy as well as common sense are checked out at the door the minute they check in at the hotel. There are too many trangressions to discusss, but for this piece, I have collected enough material to talk about...buffet breakfasts - or rather, what I have seen around buffet breakfasts.
 
I have indeed seen enough that I feel it necessary to make some ground rules for turning up at the breakfast restaurant for your sunny-side up:
 
1) Pajamas are for sleeping in
Believe it or not, what you wear to buffet breakfast matters! In a span of 6 months of my staying in various hotels, while the guests are different, the dressing is uncannily the same that sometimes I think that perhaps I am the misguided one because I must have missed the hotel handbook on what to wear to the breakfast buffet. I have seen too many pajamas in various states of 'rumpleness' worn at breakfast. I know some people in the fashion industry may have had a momentary loss of creativity that they are trying to sell the idea that hey, you know what? You can wear pajamas at any times and not only when you are going to bed - but I doubt by that they meant old, wrinkled pajamas with twinkle little stars motif on them and with a couple of holes in them to boot, and worse still, if you were at breakfast looking like you came straight out of bed, and that means dishevelled hair, unkempt, and  looking a right fright. Hardly the best way to start your day or other people's day! I am surprised I have not seen anybody with those flimsy paper-thin room slippers to breakfast. Oh wait. I HAVE!! And what is even scarier is the fact that so far these transgressors have been (gasps!!) women!! I mean, come on!
 
As my current abode is a resort hotel, the weekends are always the easiest time to spot these trangresssors.I have seen many men who have sauntered into the breakfast restaurant with nothing but a pool towel wrapped around their lower body. I would give you credit for your confidence and laissez-faire attitude about your shirtless torso.. but OK, if you looked like a Calvin Klein underwear model, I might not protest so much. Same goes with women who wear their swimsuit to breakfast, especially the ones with a skimpy tutu-like skirt that covers nothing, thank you very much. What are your motives, exactly? No, we don't look at you because we admire your derriere. We look at you and we quickly look away again because we are thinking What were YOU thinking? How could your parents let you go out looking like that...but sadly we realize that you are the parent. If you simply must wear your swim gear, at least have the decency to put on a pair of shorts or a nice sarong AND a top over it. And don't even think about coming in with your fins and snorkle masks either, unless you're planning on snorkelling in the fruit bowl cos I have news for you - Nemo has been found, and he is alive and well somewhere beyond the sea.
 
2) The hotel buffet will NOT run out of food
I am a big food lover. My family will tell you, my friends will tell you, and I don't deny it, so I am amazed to find that there are some people who are bigger food lovers than me. So much so that at breakfast buffets, they do all they can to get at the food. I have been shoved, I have had people cutting the queue, and I'm not talking about one rogue food lover but the whole clan ganged up on me, and some have even gone as far as claiming the two slices of bread that you have put into the toaster are in fact theirs. And then there is the issue of how much is too much? Some people have plates with mountainous amount of food piled up on them - eggs on chicken on sausages on stewed beef on veggie on rice on noodles; salad and salad and more salad,  muffins on cakes on danish pastries on donuts; watermelon on melon on rock melon - you get the idea. And some people even go back for more when they have not even finished what's on their plate, or plates, as the case may be. People, calm down. If there is no more food, the hotel kitchen will cook some more. It is such an obscene sight to behold, and more than anything, it is sad that some people justify having paid for the buffet, it gives them a divine right to become gluttons.
 
3) There are other breakfasters in here...
The breakfast restaurant is a public place, and like you, we have also paid for the service. Be considerate of other people, and respect each other's space. One morning while I was having breakfast in a nice restaurant, I suddenly noticed that the relaxing soft, background music had changed to a loud children's theme song of Old MacDonald had a farm...E,I,E,I,O!! And in his farm he had some chicks...E,I,E,I,O! You get the drift. I thought it was a strange choice of music, until I realized that it came from a neighbouring table at which sat a woman with her toddler. The woman was texting on the phone, and was happy to leave the child with her baby computer with songs and games, and was not thinking that perhaps other people would like to start their day with a bit of peace  and quiet, and not be bombarded first thing in the morning with loud kiddies songs just so her child would not disturb her while she chat with her friend on the phone. On many occasions, I have had the misfortune of being seated next to people who think it is OK to talk at the top of their voices that the whole restaurant could hear every minute detail about her last holiday, shopping spree, last night's conquests, big contracts they have won, _______, yes, fill in the blank.  Do respect other people's right to be there, and speak quietly to your breakfast companions, and by for god's sake, put the phone down and do not let the computer babysit your child.
 
So these are a few ground rules at the breakfast table. Now, can I have my fried eggs over easy, please?

Saturday 17 November 2012

November Rain and Something Good

And by the way...it is now the second week of November 2012. NOVEMBER! How did that happen? Did I go to sleep one night in May and woke up almost six months later? The last time I checked, my name was not Rip Van Winkle. So how, what, where...when??

OK, let's see what has happened since my last post.

From June 2012 onwards, I started travelling back and forth between Malaysia, Singapore and Indonesia. I had spent most of my time travelling that I have barely settled in in my new apartment in Kuala Lumpur. Some of my worldly possessions are still in boxes, and god forbid I have to travel to some cold country this winter cos I have no idea where my winter stuff is. My life is spent staying in one hotel after another...and the grievances of a hotel dweller are as per my rants in my last post. Food? Good! But after a week, the buffet spread which was scrumptious just 3 days ago has now lost its appeal - it's become a grandiose novelty that makes you long for mom's cooking, and you don't exactly love your mom for her cooking skills. But beggars can't be choosers, and so I have trained my palate to contend with bad, unfamiliar food and look forward to the time when I am back home where good food is in abundance. Is it so bad that I am talking about food? But that is what I always miss the most. Even when I was in Europe, I would crave for spicy curry after about 3 days of travelling. Haven't we all stuffed our luggage full of comfort foods like Maggi instant noodles, or packets of chilli sauce, or is that just me? Anyway, I've digressed. I have now found myself lodged in a hotel for a very long stay...and this is what I call 'home-away-from-home' for a while. I am counting my blessings everyday cos I could be in a much worse situation, so alhamdulillah.

What else have happened since?

Oh yes - my biggest accomplishment this year is finally completing my thesis in August. It was a labour of love and a lot of hate - the tears, sweat and blood thing? All true! But I now have a Master's Degree in English as a Second Language, and though I was offered to pursue my Ph.D by my university, I decided to not take them up on the offer. Though I'd never say never, I feel like at this point, that chapter of my life is over, and I am ready to embark on another chapter - one which would accord me the liberty to read fiction and poetry whenever I feel like it with no sense of guilt because I have now completed my MA. The graduation was set for October 2012. Unfortunately...it coincided with James Morrison's concert in Singapore. So... I was in a little dilemma then...Convo?? or Concert? Convo? or Concert. Bit of a no brainer there...so sorry convo! I'd rather celebrate my accomplishments my way. And yes, I had a blast at the concert. Come again soon, James!

And so, it is now November. If there's one thing I have learned so far is that one needs to have a positive outlook and attitude towards life. Yes, I have had many dark days, but I have survived them thus far on positive attitude and the sheer power of faith that there's a power much bigger than me is looking after me.

The rainy season has started in these parts of the world, but I have been very lucky that I also have many sunny days here. It is November, after all, and before we know it, it would be the New Year's eve, time to sing the auld lang syne.  But before this year is up, let's make a promise to ourselves...one that we will tell noone, but one that we will strive to fulfill every day from today. Are you ready?