Say Good-bye To Malacca.

You'd better go to Malacca and snap lots of pictures before they put up the tower they say will re-position Malacca as a historical destination in the tourist map.

I don't know what those guys must have smoked or drank that made them decide among themselves to build a revolving tower maybe higher than KL Tower. They must have been drinking or smoking some powerful stuff that they say to one another; oh well, what the heck, let's build a damned bloody tower even higher than the one they've got in Shanghai. That way we can bring more tourists to Malacca, afterall who'd want to go to Paris to watch that short tower? Ha ha ha drink up boys, and smoke up fellas. Hey, bring those cute little things in short skirts and heavy make-up down here.

You know as well as I do that you can't make an important decision under such a circumstances when your mind isn't quite right, when all you can see is a blur vision of women in short skirts giggling like rats, when the room is reeked in whisky or German beer, when cigarette or marijuana smoke filled up every nook and corner of a private room booked and paid for with someone else's money. The last thing in a man's mind when he's in this situation is history. He won't care a penny for history. It has nothing to do with him. All he cares about is to think of a project, get the government to approve it, and since they are the law and the government you can bet your left ear that approval can be given even before the concept drawing is even submitted or discussed. And things will move pretty quick from there. Award the contract to your friends and start building as fast you can, over charge the materials, labour, consultancy, pen, paper, computer and everything under the sun, get the money and think of another useless project with a design so outrageous even a drunk monkey with stomach ache can come up with something nicer.

But darn oh darn! Those boys from the museum have to go dig in the ground and discoverd what is believed to be part of the wall built by the Portuguese. So they've got a 2-week stopwork order but a small thing like this won't stop them from pushing the project through. Afterall, everything has been booked and ready to be delivered, things like expensive cars, marble floors for the house, expensive furniture, holiday abroad, swimming pool. The money runs into millions so there's plenty where it came from for those girls in short skirts and vintage wines. Good life this business with the government, ain't that right, boys?. Hey wait the minute, we are the government, ha hahhh hah. Drink up boys, smoke up!

History? What history? Oh don't worry about it, we'll mention Hang Tuah. Bad publicity in the press? Oh don't worry about it, ask MoneyPenny to book me a flight to Mecca to do the Umrah. Two weeks there will give us a good image as pious Muslims, whatever that means.

Ha hahh hah.