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Bangkok’s 2009 Early Tragedy – Santika’s Inferno

Posted by skmkh2002 on January 9, 2009

Dear Readers,

I am pissed.

I am pissed at the whole situation, and pissed because Jamie lost her friend Win in the Santika tragedy.

Imagine this, December 31st 2008, a Goodbye Santika party, with performance from Joey-Boy and a band called Burn.

Party goers were handed sparklers to celebrate the new year. Santika was a chic happening club, a club where tourist went,  and higher-than-normal folk – society people partied. Outside the club, you could see a line of expensive cars – ferraris, minis, bmws, and mercs. I went there once with Neha, and have to say, I liked it. Yes it was the typical Thai style dance club – with tables on the dancefloor, but there was a little dance floor room near the stage (from what I remember) so any club with a dance floor gets a two thumb approval from me.

But what we really overlook when we do go clubbing, are fire exits, the presence of sprinklers, fire extinguishers, fire alarms, emergency lights…I guess we either assume that nothing bad would happen to us – or – a club would obviously have all these safety measures because they have a club liscence. – right?

That law of logic basically goes to shit in Thailand. That whole list? fire exits…sprinklers..fire extinguishers…- not adequate.

Santika decorated their stage with normal curtains – not fire retardant ones. Fire extinguishers? – One.

Sprinklers? – none that I know of. Fire exits? – 3 but 2 back exits were only known to the staff – not even the fire fighters knew about it.

So what really happened that night? Its a piece by piece put together, but the rough idea was that about around 12:20-35ish the band BURN celebrated the new year by using FIREWORKS (not stage fireworks) on stage, and immediately the ceiling (that was made of soundproof material) caught on fire. Some revellers thought it was even part of the show, but when the ceiling started to fall on them (not a whole chunk at first, more like ashes) a panic broke out. Somehow, people on the 2nd floor realised the fire before people on the ground floor, and everyone was rushing to the main exit, so that some deaths were caused by the stampede.

I read here and there, and one man said he jump kicked the glass windows on the ground floor, and only made a small hole and felt so helpless didn’t know how to get out. Worse – on the 2nd floor the windows had grills.

The fire was further amplified because of the bottles of alcohol on the main dance floor (remember, Thai clubs have bar tables on the dance floor, thats how Thais party, head bobbing and minimal booty shaking around their bar table.) so there were mini explosions from the alcohol bottles.

1,000 people, stampeding out of the 3 storey building, mainly using the 2 metre wide exit.

It took the fire fighters 2 hours to bring the blaze under control. Total – 64 people dead, 240+ injured.

Of the 64, there were 17 bodies that were burnt beyond recognition – charred. When they couldn’t locate Jamie’s friend Win, by the 2nd day, I had a strong gut feeling that it was bad news. His mother had to fly in from Myanmar for DNA testing and they found him, his girlfriend Laika and his friend Mark all near the back exits.

After googling alot about the incident, my mother found a post on thaivisa.com, someone who similarly was missing 4 friends. Then on a facebook group, I saw the same post, but the photo that was shown to look for the missing people did not include Win, so I didn’t think it was him.

Turns out, after giving Jamie the link, she pointed out that the people in the photo included Mark and Laika, but Win wasn’t there (maybe he was taking the photo).

So this was his story:

“We believe the girl was hit by debris from the roof, and her bf tried to help, but either passed out, or he and my bro managed to get her to the rear exit before passing out. Unfortunately, when the rescue teams came, they only went in from the front… As for the last friend, apparently he had already managed to get to safety, but didn’t see any of us, so went back in… He was found in the vicinity of the entrance, only a few meters from the 3…”

He was 26, a MBA student at ABAC, and Jamie’s friend/mentor (in the Debate club) for the past 4 years. He was also Dianna’s close friend, so its devastating for the both of them. I didn’t know him, but I always remember Jamie raving about him, how he is such a nice guy.

And the way he died, trying to save his unconscious girlfriend, most probably being knocked out conscious from the falling ceiling, or succumbing to the clouds of smoke…and the most UPSETTING thing – seeking refuge/hope by circumventing the crowds – going to the back exit and having it overlooked by fire fighters.

I’m PISSED! Pissed at the lack of safety regulations in Thailand. Santika did not hold a club liscence – they only had a liscence to run a food stall. FOOD STALL. Bribery is how they got away with it, probably paying police/inspectors 100,000 baht a month (at least).  In total, Santika made an estimate of 60 million baht per year in revenue.

This is how Thailand works – its called systemic corruption – corruption that is more than just one bar owner and one tainted cop, its a whole SYSTEM of police, government regulators and business owners. I recently spoke to a friend who opened a pub/restaurant near her home. I asked her if she had proper liscencing, and she told me quite frankly that she doesn’t, she knows a high police official in that area, and so pays a bribe of 1,000 baht per month to the police.

1,000 baht, can you believe that?

Days like this I am very disgusted to live here, and there is a facebook group that now shares places to boycott and be aware of when clubbing. Here is a link showing the fire exits for a popular gay club called DJ STATION : Look at this crazy ladder exit.

You know, I was watching Oprah’s Best Life – the Spiritual episode, and one interviewer said he was stuck in an airplane crash -Dante’s Inferno and he saw aura lights leaving the passengers’ bodies. Some were bright some were dim, each aura had a different strength to it. I’d like to think that Jamie’s friend Win’s aura left very bright, just from the photos that I saw of him, all the posts his friends wrote about him, and stories from Jamie and Grego, I know that he was a fun loving individual, always caring and selfless – this was especially illustrated at his heroic attempt to save his girlfriend – it is a damn dirty shame that the back exit wasn’t adequate for them to be rescued.

To see his facebook dedication page, please click here

May all the victims of Santika’s inferno find peace in their afterlife, know that they have touched many lives and are deeply missed,
Stacy


News articles:

Police: Many Victims were Foreigners

Rescuers helpless as flames engulf revellers

Teenagers flock to Santika to take photos of “ghosts” (this link is a bit freaky.)

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Fabulous Japan – Day 2 – Halloween in Shibiya

Posted by skmkh2002 on December 2, 2008

Dear Readers,

Wow I have to go through these things faster, it has been more than a month and I’m only on Day 2!!!

Okay so Andrea and I had halloween in Shibiya. It was her first non-celebratory Halloween, and it was my first halloween ‘going-out’ in 2 years. Funny thing is, I’ve only celebrated halloween 4 times, and 3 of them have been with Andrea! I was Mulan, the next year I was a hobo, then in Singapore I was a doll, and this year I was a tourist who forgot her costume. haha. yay.

Damn, Shibiya (Shh BOO YAH!) is such a joke to get around. For people from HK, imagine Lan Kwai Fong x 5 and lanes going up and down, sideways and hills. It is completely mental, and everyone is lost! When Hiro was giving us a tour of Tokyo the previous night, he had no structured way of showing us the streets. We’d walk down a street, turn left, then turn another left, and then make a right, and so when he showed us this ultra happening club called WOMB I tried to make a mental bookmark of its location. But ultimately failed.

We did well to get to the intersection at Shibiya, where the famous Starbucks is located. (overrated to the max.) Went up some streets, and asked people for directions,

Andrea: Sumi Masen, Womb Doko desku?

Stacy: WOOOMB??? *hand moving in circle motion near my um…womb..*

haha, anyways, it is quite possible that many Japanese people hanging out in Shibiya don’t know that the club WOMB is named after…quite frankly, a womb.

So we walked up and down got lost for 45 minutes! Incredible! Totally killed our party mood. At one point, Andrea said, “Stacy, I think it is up this alley.” I look towards the right, and see a uphill alley lined with love hotels. WHAT?? Anyways, what the heck, we walk up, and I see this quite um..interesting looking woman, who speaks English! (hostess) and I do the song and dance, Sumimasen WOMB *hand motion* doko desku?

And she is replying to me, but not making much sense so I ask her again. Then Andrea tugs my sleeve, “Stacy let’s go..”

Turns out, Andrea says that while I was asking her “WOMB???” she replied…

High-Hostess lady: “What? why do you want to go to womb..when you can come upstairs and have some cocaine…”

WHAT!! I didn’t hear that at all! But Andrea swears by it. hahah, aie my encounter with a druggie. First and hopefully last.

We decided to ask a bunch of friendly looking girls, in colourful costumes for directions. And they said they were lost too but we could join them if they want. I’m not sure if they were being courteous, or whether they really meant it, but they were GOD SENT so maybe I was suppose to say, “Oh thanks so much, but we can manage” but I right away said, “Yes please!!!”

We walked another 15 minutes with them and they said that they knew someone who knew how to get to womb, so we walked BACK to the subway station to meet their bunch of friends. Got lost again. But it was fun all the same, talking to new them, they were all teachers.

Our new found friends in Shibiya.

Our new found friends in Shibiya.

 

One of their friends (Raj) was dressed up in a blue ultra man costume ( i later found out he was suppose to be the Blue Power Ranger) and along the streets we passed by another Ultraman kinda guy, and that Ultraman guy pointed at him, and they started to joke around and fight! hahah it was so funny! I wish i filmed it.

 

We went to a club called Pure and it was quite the skanky joint. I walked in and thought…omg…I’m clubbing in ATTICA TWO!!! (for Singaporeans who know Attica, you can repeat with me…>EW!!!) It was hot and sweaty and there were so many angmo/gaijin/foreigners there, and there was a strip pole on the stage where some amazingly athletic japanese girl showed off her moves and men are standing right in front of her gawking.

Look at the crowd..

Look at the crowd..

Andrea and I at first got a drink (took ages) then we went to hide in a well ventilated sit down area. And we got to sit on stools, then this american black guy called Mike came up to us and said,

Mike: Hey, can I ask for your help, I have a friend who has a problem…

Stacy: No way, Neil Strauss’ The GAME?? you can’t be serious, you don’t need to -

Mike: So my friend has a girlfriend, and he just found out she kissed another guy what do you think..

Andrea: I think..lalalalala gives her opinion

I nudged Andrea and I’m like, ANDREA HES SO USING THE LINES FROM THE GAME!!!

Mike: I think so too, but it depends you know, there are many different levels of kissing…

Stacy: *faints*

I mean yes it was an entertaining book, but I can’t believe I actually met someone who followed what Neil Strauss wrote to the T!! Exactly! like opening line, then move on to the different degrees of kissing… I wonder if a lot of americans use these new pick up lines/dialogue.

And when Mike left us, Andrea and I were sitting on the stools, and this HUGE CREEPY looking guy – white guy, around…5′10…fat…messy dirty hair…bright orange plain T-shirt…he sat BEHIND us (because it was a round table kinda thing) and kept on staring at us in hopes to make conversation, and when we ignored him, he started to KICK MY CHAIR. omg, so ghetto! what was he thinking? SCARY!

Andrea and I found back our group of new found friends and danced a bit. I have to admit, the music was really good! But the men were quite aggressive, maybe I’m too used to the very pathetic Bangkok crowd – where at the end of the night they ask their friend to pass you a paper with their number *yawn*

Look at his SWEAT! Eee!!

Look at his SWEAT! Eee!!

Anyhoo, the cover charge was 2,500 Yen for entrance plus a cup that you could constantly refill. Which, in retrospect is a very good deal, but the QUEUE to actually get drinks is CRAZY! hot, sticky and the bartender was so generous and gave me 1 teaspoon of Vodka in my cranberry vodka. Lovely!

So, our bartender was the grossest thing ever. He was wearing some black panties, I mean, black-tighties or a speedo or a leather triangle thing. I didn’t stare so I don’t know the details, but he was SWEATING, and all the bottle nozzles were lined at the counter, and when he took orders, he would LEAN over, and you could see his tummy touch the nozzles. *gag*

 

When we were getting our drinks, another gross guy was screaming in Andrea’s ear. that man-magnet. :P

I noticed that there was less of a crowd (it was late) so I went outside to see if we could put my HUGE PURSE in a locker, but couldn’t so we just sat on the stairs and chatted. And next to us was a guy dressed as a garbage can. Hah. correction, he was actually a keg, but he really looked like a bin.

Then two guys started to talk to us, and one guy’s name was Andre, and as Andrea’s name is..Andrea.. he was like, WOAH MY NAME IS ANDRE!!! haha, wow, fabulous. Anyways, I got to chat to the nicer guy - his friend Jason -for a while, and poor Andrea had to speak to her name-twin Andre. Lucky me!

Jason asked me to guess his profession, and I guessed everything but military, i don’t know, it didn’t hit me. Then..

Jason: I’m an officer

Stacy: Ah..

Jason: Do you know what that means/is? (forgot the exact wording)

Stacy: Yup….

DON’T I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS. sigh..

Probably the weirdest thing that happened during my conversation with Jason, is that when I told him we went to Tsukiji Fish market, he immediately picked up my hand and SMELT IT. WEEEIRD! by the time he put my hand down I was just standing there with my mouth open like “what just happened?” argh, thank goodness I just finished using my hand sanitizer, at least I hope my hand didn’t smell bad. But anyways, it was incredibly weird, men have taken my hand to kiss it, but to whiff it? That has to be noted in the books. Duly noted.

Andrea and I left the club and headed home, but instead of taking a cab, we WALKED BACK TO THE HOTEL. SO GHETTO! I have no idea what I was thinking! I remember my ‘brother’ in Singapore, Manoj, he told me of the time when he was in Paris ….he and his friend slept in a telephone booth. Maybe I was going for a crazy adventure like that. It was crazy, it took us 45 minutes to walk back to the hotel.

I can see it now, Andrea telling her kids, “Do you know your Aunt Stacy made me walk back to our hotel in Tokyo at 4 am in the morning??”

Miss you Andrea!,
Stacy

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Quotes of August 26th 2008

Posted by skmkh2002 on August 26, 2008

I have to say there is a tie for the best quote of August 26th 2008

between the super oxymoron sentence:

PAD core leader Sondhi Limthongkul denied that the men were carrying weapons, saying the break in was done peacefully (Bangkok Post) 

break-ins can be peacefully meh?

and Seduction Singapore’s paraphrase of ‘ bad men’

In the “attraction sense”, ‘bad’ is NOT about nastiness or ill-doing. It’s just a guy who gives women a perceived feeling of “thrill”. Another way to phrase it (as described to me by a female) is such
men are “naughty in a charming way”.

I like how that phrase rolls off my tongue. naughty in a charming way….

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