Dancing is about letting loose. Dancing is also about allowing your body to surrender to the sound of the music. To sum it up, dancing means allowing the music to take total control of your body…

Sunday was amazing. I managed to execute my track way better than the one during the Instructorship Program. As I dive myself deeper into this field, I come to learn that in order for you to be good in executing the boogie, you first have to build a strong relationship with your tracks. Love your tracks more than you love your partners. Listen to them everyday if needed. Memorize the lyrics if it helps. Teach your ears to love them. In the end, the key objective that you need to achieve is to turn the essence of music to be part of your DNA string (it’ll turn you into a mutant but hey, nothing beats a mutant who can dance oh so very sexily!)

One more thing that I’ve learnt: Be it if the rhythm consist of simple movements and executions. If you team them up with burning passion and total enjoyment, you’ll be surprised to see that you’ll end the session feeling good and sweating like a pig (though technically pigs don’t sweat).

From a trainee PoV…

Techniques, execution and the ability to retain your crowd throughout the hour are the major points that will determine your success. As a newbie, I am up to possibilities that my ‘students’ will walk out of the studio halfway through the class and demand the GXC (Group-X Coordinator) to boot me out of that club (ie, replacing my slot with a better instructor).

Those no doubt will get me demotivated but like they always say “Don’t land your ass into the job if you know you can’t handle it”.

It is nonetheless the most demanding program to teach (and not to mention a program with the most controversial and demanding crowd). I am looking forward to get the crowd to love me and finally to be able to teach at The Few Clubs (ie clubs with super demanding members who have veto power to determine the fate of their instructors)

Oh by the way, I am cleared to shadow. I am planning to start off shadowing in front of my ‘homies’ in Uptown. :)

I was supposed to give this long-overdue review on the Saturday’s reunion immediately after the day itself but it’s just impossible to do so when you don’t have any net connection at home and the Websense keeps on blocking the page after each click (school lab access, so faham-faham aje la kan). Apart from that, it’s been a hectic week with trainings in hand and documents to prepare and not to forget the ache on the neck that refuses to subside.

*picit-picit leher for any lump. Okeh takda!*

Before anything, I still can’t post the pictures of us as Waie masih tercari-cari kelibat transfer cable dia. Semua dok tak sabar-sabar nak tengok. The only picture I managed to get (which is now my default picture) is from Johan. Gambar mabuk-mabuk semua kat dalam camera Waie lagi.

The plan to enter the door together with Waie had to be ditched as he still stuck in the traffic so there’s no way for me to wait for him. Upon arrival, the very first face that greeted me at the door is Herman. He didn’t ignore me or gave the senyum malu-malu like some of the men do so it’s a good start. At least there’s a friendly face in the crowd.

Scanned the area for any familiar faces. Found one! It’s Sofee!!

For the rest of you guys, I’m sorry if I didn’t bother to say Hi to all of you for I am (okeh, bersedia untuk muntah ijau) a shy person. Segan la dekat orang yang tak kenal…

Dashed to the other section where the girls were. It’s been 13 years and surprisingly I can still recognize their faces, only not the names. Greeted Hana, Dhira n Ungku later in the kitchen.

As more people arrived, I couldn’t help myself but being totally excited waiting for more people to arrive. Now that’s why you could find me asking the same question to Dhira and Hana over and over again, “Siapa lagi yang tak sampai?”. I could give you the chronology of arrivals but that is a very insignificant event to tell. It’s the attendees that mattered.

“Waie, aku ske giler air dalam botol tu! Mula-mula suspicious gak but then teringat air botol dekat kampung…”

The beverages are giler cool! Frizzy drink in a dark coloured bottles resembling those of Corona and stuff. We hardly touched the drink in the pitcher.

“Giler nampak macam parti mabok-mabok!”

I think I was the only one in the crowd with most bottles. I think I’d have that the next time should I plan to organize a party.

As the time passed, I found myself hanging around with the guys, whom I initially avoided. And that is with the help of Waie jugak as the mediator. It’s always easier to break the ice when you have someone you know who clicks with the crowd.

Ye lah, some guys find it weird to have a girl in the conversation. Takut tak boleh cakap about guy stuffs…

Sorry for not spending more time with the girls. To tell you the truth, I didn’t know what to talk about. Husband? I don’t have any. Kids? Apetah lagi. Furthermore, you guys didn’t talk much lah. Susah nak carik a topic to talk about.

Hana’s plan to strike the bowling alley didn’t materialize.

“Nak tengok AF”, kata Waie.

Ye la sangat Waie oii.

In the end, the remaining people consisting of Yours Trully, Hana, Sofee, Fahmi, Waie and Ikhlas bermusyawarah di sekeliling meja baru Hana reminiscing the good old days. All of us agreed that that part was the best of all sampai tak sedar it’s already 1 am. Apart from the gifts from our Bioessential girl, one thing we treasure the most is the fact that we are reunited after 13 bloody years…

Saturday spelt FANTABULOUS. The rain didn’t manage to dampen (at least) my spirit to hit Hana’s house. It was a journey full of same question: Mati kutu ke aku kat sana nanti?…

(More of the story coming soon. The office is empty and I have to prepare for tomorow’s journey back to Pilah *sigh*)

Photos will be uploaded once Waie finds his missing transfer cable.

I was walking towards the ATM when suddenly my phone screamed.

Drat! It’s the forever annoying Sara(vanan).

“Hello…”

“Hey, apa buat?”

“Nak pegi ATM to withdraw some cash. ‘Sup?”

“Where you at?”

“KL la, mana lagi?”

“Jom lepak nak malam ni?”

“Malam ni? Cannot lah.”

“Why?”

“I’m taking my family out for dinner.”

Sara is one of the members of our Siantan clan, which consists of 2 Malays, 2 Indians and 4-6 Chinese (depending on occasions). We were from the same primary school but similar to my ‘relationship’ with Shah and Waie, we weren’t friends, not until we were stuck in the same class & school (you see, them people were in the 1st class whereas I was in the non-elite one (I am not even sure the rank of Setia in SRKSS up till this very moment. Can anyone from SRKSS please clarify to me on this??)).

Of all in the group, he’s the most pain-in-the-ass person I’ve ever met! Back in school, when we were in a heated catfight, we would call each other by fathers’ names.

“Woi anak Fuad!”

“Ape lagi yang ko nak la anak Rajaratnam!”

God knows how tersedak our fathers were during that period…

So why am I telling you all these?

No…no… Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I giler goaded dengan Sara. As a matter of fact, we’ve reached that level of comfort where ‘sepak terajang’ (literally speaking that is) is nothing to be ‘ambik hati’ of.

“Jangan main-main, I am a player ya know!”

“Player?? PLAYER?? WARGHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Wei, ko tak percaya ye? I have many girls after me okay.”

“Player my ass la wei! How come I am, not even an iota attracted to you? WARGHAHHAHAHAHAHA. Cut the crap la wei!”

“Woo, eksyen ek ko! Tengok la nanti. Ko akan jatuh hati dekat aku punya.”

“Ya Allah Sara, stop it la. My perut dah nak pecah already ni!”

See?

Prior to writing the entry, I was in the middle of I Am Muslim, particularly on the issue of having non-Malay/Muslim as friends. It ticks me to contribute a bit on what’s swimming inside my mind for I am blessed with diversity in this part of life called friendship, which I personally think that kids nowadays are having trouble adopting this way of human interaction.

If you were to ask me on the current trend these kids are practicing nowadays, I have to say that they’re missing good things we already have in store: the chance to learn about other races ways of living (I mean the TRADITION and not The Other Thing).

I have an Indian family as one of my neighbours. I’ve been having them long enough to see the youngest member of the family grows, having one of them attending my tuition classes till witnessing the departures (death) of two of the family members. I remembered visiting Tata immediately after Patthy passed away. As I gave him a comforting hug, it suddenly hit me that Tata is not only a neighbour, he has become ‘part of the family’ too. He’s like a Tata to me now.

Back then, when we were still living in Razak Mansion, my late Wan would hang out with her Chinese and Indian friends. When she was chatting with her Chinese clan, I would catch her talking to them in Cantonese or Hakka. But when she’s with Veron’s Patthy, she would speak normal Malay. She couldn’t speak Tamil. Mom used to be fluent in Tamil.

“Ma, kalau nak panggil someone to come to you, what’s the word in Tamil?”

“Vanggah.”

And later I when I wanted my friend to come to me, I’d say,

“Dey Thamby, vanggah!”

So, what about me then?

Well, apart from counting 1 to 3 in Tamil and 1 to 10 in Mandarin, I do know how to scream for help or asking a person to open the door for me or saying “Who’s on the line” or “What’s wrong?” (but all in Chinese la). Sad to say, I am only a bilingual person (Though I learnt French for a semester, that doesn’t count me as being a person with 3 languages. Having French Fries as staple food won’t make you superb in French, okay.).

See how mixing with other races benefits you immensely?

Spending 5 years in a school where more than 90% of the students are Chinese taught me to be more open, be it way of thinking or having the sense of competition to excel. I don’t dare to make any assumption should my appeal to be enrolled to the other school was granted.

Maybe I would’ve had my first relationship in the wee years of lower secondary!

Ye lah, kan banyak Malay kat sekolah tu, of course la you’re provided with many options and there would be one or two who would try to ‘tekel’ you (though I doubt any guy would be interested or even dare to approach me due to my ‘makan budak’ face)

But hey! Sapa cakap I didn’t fancy any of my Chinese friends there in SK at all?

Ada a couple okay!

Hehehe.

It’s a sad scene to see that my youngest sister, who used to play with Tata’s grandchild back when she was a tot, no longer hang out with her or even initiate a chat with her when they’re around.

It is as if they never knew each other at all!

I don’t want such thing to happen to my kids. I want them to have the cravings for puttu mayam like I do and know how to eat yee sang without throwing the ‘rusa masuk kampung’ look each time they see any Indian or Chinese food.

Most of all, I will not allow them to miss the best thing about having friends who are not in the same race code.

Dipagi Jumaat yang agak panas bertempat di port breakfast biasa…

"Anney, minum biasa."

"Makan?"

"Urm…"

*thinking of what to eat*

"Urm… bagi roti bom satu."

"Wokeh!"

*shouting to the Roti Canai Man at the other side of the section*

"Dey! Rowti Bwom wonne!"

*sayup sayup kedengaran*

"Rowti Bowm wonne!"

I later did the second semi-shouting to the Roti Canai Man.

"Rowti Bowm wonne!"

The owner then laughed.

"Lagi?"

"Urm… muttey wonne!"

Dan kami gelak bersama-sama again.

He later mentioned to me that someone has paid for my breakfast.

Alhamdulillah…. rejeki…

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Usually, for breakfast in Uptown, I have two options of where to have a bite: One is at the opposite of The Roti Canai Man stall. Let’s call it Stall Naller. And the second is the one I had this morning and I’d like to address it as Stall Wonne.

Stall Wonne used to be our (me and my colleague) regular port but eversince the quality of the half boiled egg deteriorates (whereby the yolk appears to be too cooked to our likings), we shifted to Stall Naller.

Unfortunately the same thing happend to Stall Naller…

Then we moved again to Stall Wonne. Since both don’t possess the same quality of half boiled eggs they used to, we would rotate while praying that the yolk will be like it used to be again.

Talking about planting hopes that the old Half-boiled Egg Makers will return to us… (which we know lah won’t happen for both of them are already tua and it’s time for them to retire from Half-Boiled Egg-hood…)

And as for Stall Naller, I only pay them a visit on Saturdays during the intermission before Jam (nak swing & jump tapi portion makanan macam dah tak workout jerk).

Well, nonetheless kualiti egg yolk masih sama till now.

Semi keras…

But hey! Who pays attention to it when you are in the middle of good conversations?

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Sarah: kayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Sarah:

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Kay Fuad: tu yg akuk cakap… spca slalu bukak gerai kat flea market bsc. dia buat kat podium tuh. but hey, baik try kat spca itself
Sarah: better and cheaper ek?
Kay Fuad: mana tau depa jual a bit mahal sbb nak cover transport smer ker. afterall jual kat bsc… org loaded2

Kay Fuad: so camne arrangement nyer cik kiah oii
Sarah: hehehehehhe. sperti yg diinform. ahad..kol 9AM..i pick u up. si aznim..aku arrange..boy ko arrange ek? ida pon aku arrange
Kay Fuad: FUYOOO! 9 AM! LAMBAT SKET TAKLEH KE? dah la esoknye akuk nak pi balik pilah. kasik can akuk tido lama sket
Sarah: 10? aahahahahahahahaa
Kay Fuad: ok la kalo camtu. 1030 or stuff or 11!
Sarah: worite

Sarah yang bersemangat waja!

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Kay’s Tamil Words Glossary:

1. Wonne : One

2. Naller : Two

3. Muttey : Egg