There was an unusually large congregation of people at Seremban, R and R, with many neatly attired in Baju Kurungs and the equally multitudinous- dapperly garbed in Baju Melayus. Since it was, the time of the year, normally scheduled for weddings, it really was, of no surprise. The early morning trips, involving, the numerous numbers, from the clan, together with the snaking convoys that will for sure and without fail; be, disrupted, by the ubiquitous traffic light. The late to turn up, frantically calling, inquiring the where about of everybody along with the best route to take, inadvertently, testing the patience of everyone. However so and undeniably, it is a joyous occasion, and, as rightly should be, most, will take things in stride and be good natured about the niggling bits- a ‘must happen’, occurrence, no matter how, well- planned, the trip. Leading, at most times, to the ‘much frenzied’ state of affairs, being effectively assuaged, by a kind soul volunteering to ‘wait up’ somewhere for the ‘wayward’ party to rejoin the ‘principal grouping’. Upon arriving at the ‘intended destination’, as the usual case, may be, there would be the ‘stragglers’, whence everything would have to be put on hold whilst every member of the ‘party’ had arrived.
There would then be the ‘procession’; incessantly ‘marching’ or rather ‘pacing’ to the bride or the groom’s place of stay, heralding the ‘Visiting Pengantin ’ to a rapturous merrymaking. Depending upon whose ‘conviviality’, was the ‘celebration’, for- a reciprocal jollification for the visiting group to prepare, should the said ‘occasion’, be the, ‘initial’ of, a much customary cum ‘happen stance’- fortnightly ‘episode’.
Ah, but papa could only ‘reminisce’, his wedding, like, everyone else’s- before, concurrent and throughout- the epoch, that is. A, truly and veritably- ‘entrancing’ moment, verily ‘magical’ and ‘never to be forgotten’. He, only wish, that Unkel and Pak Mi would, be soon, to end their Bachelor Boy days and thus be ‘heralded’, not- unlike the, above- mentioned ‘circumstances’ into an ‘experience’ of their lifetimes.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
THE ROYAL COUPLE
Papa was quite perplexed, he had inquired from Shima about wanting to book Puteri for the evening but for a bit more than a ‘reasonable length of time’, he, had not heard anything from her. Could not be that she had forgotten or just ‘insensible’, to the extent of papa surmising- he can always ‘disinterestedly’ only ‘sit down’ and ‘enjoy’ the music, should she not be ‘intent on’ his ‘custom’. Without doubt’ papa does have the peculiar affinity to, only ask for a maximum of two hours booking- being at, the consternation of the dancers, should there be none, afterwards, the number of ‘requisitions for GROs, particularly so- during quiet evenings. Howsoever, that ‘reality’ is not, concurrently- a ‘frequent’ event, given the ‘resurging’ enthusiasm for dangdut- among the ‘new and old’, consequently- the young and veterans- alike.
Alas! Papa’s petty suspicions should only arrived at, the triviality that they inferred to, right from the onset, whence- in tottered, Puteri, at nearly the- Witching Hour. Papa had forgotten that the dangdut citizens’ perspective of time is literally: quite ‘twisted’ wherefore, ‘arriving’ before 11pm is early, 12am is just nice cum appropriate and 5am above is ‘late’. Further to that, the bulk of ‘customers’ coming in, was always at the ‘wholesome’ part of 2am or a little after.
Puteri, seemed to instantly, recognized him, even after the more than four months ‘hiatus’ since papa’s- last booking. Cutting back on the usual ‘small talk’ that usually ensued a ‘chanced meeting’ she immediately pulled him to the dance floor, quite remarkably as if it were, she, having the ‘intuition’ that papa was more than ‘eager’ to ‘ ‘strut his stuff’, after his extended ‘sabbatical’ away from her-Puteri, ‘prancing with him on Mutiara’s, shuffle one’s feet- platform, or presumably so.
The slow cha-cha maneuver went without a hitch with both papa and Puteri, very much synchronized in their ‘swirls and twirls’, ‘academic’ if you may- should the sentiment then, be ‘proclaimed’. The zapin segment was ‘fluidly’ executed, especially so, by papa, In Some Way, the ‘four step formula’, truly ‘worked’- as if by magic’, it somewhat ‘enhanced’ the drumbeats, anticipating them, even before they were played out. Papa was ‘elated’, he was about to tread on the Dangdut King’s concourse, his lifelong dream could finally be realized. It, is, now the proper, Cha- Cha portion that need be tempted.
The moment of truth arrived, the Cha- Cha song blurted out of the speakers, playing of all the numbers- the song ‘Sway’, held proper, by a lady crooner, of whom, papa had heard for the very first time. She, was wonderful, lending savory justice- evermore, along with the archetypal albeit instantaneous epiphany like perception that, the song was quite the ‘epic’ wherein much welcomed ‘heavenly manna’- felicitously dispensed; at the most critical juncture. In other words, it was ‘the Cha- Cha’ song for papa- to ‘heartily’, pranced, to.
Yet, Puteri, could be said, to not really be ‘emphatic’ with, papa’s, ‘over enthusiastic cum passionate posture as regards the ‘Sway’ number, for it was within the few milliseconds- into the song, that her arms became tight and inflexible, it was as if she, wanted to lead but was quite unsure- how to. Nearly losing balance, papa yanked her to him and instantly executed a turnaround procedure, inducing her to make a ‘still turn’ within the confines of their four hands, held together at the fingertips. She complied, and it was truly ‘magnificent’, quite a sight to, behold, especially so- for papa. All the time, it was the four- step formula that was much ‘utilized by both papa and Puteri, pretty much the configuration to ‘adhere’ to in all the ‘push and pull together with the ‘one arm pointed upwards immediately after’ procedure. It was just the need to practice more to rid of the niggling irregularities and whence forth- eventually- instilling the fluidness and the graceful components- the while later. The dangdut numbers too, needed to the said four step maneuver to further ‘amplified the efficacy of the ‘Dance’
Papa, had only danced the first dangdut song before entreating the still full of zest- Puteri, to walk back to their table- he was panting. Upon seated and viewing the much wiggling on the dance floor that he noticed a veritably ‘energetic’ act committed by an equally vigorous couple, to the extent of fully outshining the ‘very mediocre’ others in the hall. They, Ameerul and Ameera, a husband a wife team- when informed later by Shima, executed a multifarious type of maneuvers that if envisaged keenly, deployed most conventional Latin and Western movements yet still maintaining the quintessential Dangdut signatures. The Graceful portion is lost but not totally, its element supplanted by a universal design that would not, be seen to be out of place in any World Ballroom Dancing Sporting Event. Dangdut’s- unconventionality, was wholesomely exploited by this Regal Duo, for they had upped the threshold of the popular dance, thence, forth, furthering its evolution into something not totally known but could, be possibly- guessed. Them’ being the reigning champions could not escaped any honest to goodness Dangduteer, particularly so when further explicated by Shima. Step aside Abdul Ghafoor, your style is out of date!
It was nearly quarter past one when a mesmerized papa, was accorded, a courteous sent off at the door by Puteri, of whom exclaimed the customary ‘Take Care and Do Come Again’ gesture, adding further the ‘Don’t Forget To Book Me the Next Time’. Of course, whispered papa to himself, but the reality of the Dangdut Kings, being- made, ‘obsolete’ by the Ever Most yet Unasked- Royal Couple- deeply mystified him.
Alas! Papa’s petty suspicions should only arrived at, the triviality that they inferred to, right from the onset, whence- in tottered, Puteri, at nearly the- Witching Hour. Papa had forgotten that the dangdut citizens’ perspective of time is literally: quite ‘twisted’ wherefore, ‘arriving’ before 11pm is early, 12am is just nice cum appropriate and 5am above is ‘late’. Further to that, the bulk of ‘customers’ coming in, was always at the ‘wholesome’ part of 2am or a little after.
Puteri, seemed to instantly, recognized him, even after the more than four months ‘hiatus’ since papa’s- last booking. Cutting back on the usual ‘small talk’ that usually ensued a ‘chanced meeting’ she immediately pulled him to the dance floor, quite remarkably as if it were, she, having the ‘intuition’ that papa was more than ‘eager’ to ‘ ‘strut his stuff’, after his extended ‘sabbatical’ away from her-Puteri, ‘prancing with him on Mutiara’s, shuffle one’s feet- platform, or presumably so.
The slow cha-cha maneuver went without a hitch with both papa and Puteri, very much synchronized in their ‘swirls and twirls’, ‘academic’ if you may- should the sentiment then, be ‘proclaimed’. The zapin segment was ‘fluidly’ executed, especially so, by papa, In Some Way, the ‘four step formula’, truly ‘worked’- as if by magic’, it somewhat ‘enhanced’ the drumbeats, anticipating them, even before they were played out. Papa was ‘elated’, he was about to tread on the Dangdut King’s concourse, his lifelong dream could finally be realized. It, is, now the proper, Cha- Cha portion that need be tempted.
The moment of truth arrived, the Cha- Cha song blurted out of the speakers, playing of all the numbers- the song ‘Sway’, held proper, by a lady crooner, of whom, papa had heard for the very first time. She, was wonderful, lending savory justice- evermore, along with the archetypal albeit instantaneous epiphany like perception that, the song was quite the ‘epic’ wherein much welcomed ‘heavenly manna’- felicitously dispensed; at the most critical juncture. In other words, it was ‘the Cha- Cha’ song for papa- to ‘heartily’, pranced, to.
Yet, Puteri, could be said, to not really be ‘emphatic’ with, papa’s, ‘over enthusiastic cum passionate posture as regards the ‘Sway’ number, for it was within the few milliseconds- into the song, that her arms became tight and inflexible, it was as if she, wanted to lead but was quite unsure- how to. Nearly losing balance, papa yanked her to him and instantly executed a turnaround procedure, inducing her to make a ‘still turn’ within the confines of their four hands, held together at the fingertips. She complied, and it was truly ‘magnificent’, quite a sight to, behold, especially so- for papa. All the time, it was the four- step formula that was much ‘utilized by both papa and Puteri, pretty much the configuration to ‘adhere’ to in all the ‘push and pull together with the ‘one arm pointed upwards immediately after’ procedure. It was just the need to practice more to rid of the niggling irregularities and whence forth- eventually- instilling the fluidness and the graceful components- the while later. The dangdut numbers too, needed to the said four step maneuver to further ‘amplified the efficacy of the ‘Dance’
Papa, had only danced the first dangdut song before entreating the still full of zest- Puteri, to walk back to their table- he was panting. Upon seated and viewing the much wiggling on the dance floor that he noticed a veritably ‘energetic’ act committed by an equally vigorous couple, to the extent of fully outshining the ‘very mediocre’ others in the hall. They, Ameerul and Ameera, a husband a wife team- when informed later by Shima, executed a multifarious type of maneuvers that if envisaged keenly, deployed most conventional Latin and Western movements yet still maintaining the quintessential Dangdut signatures. The Graceful portion is lost but not totally, its element supplanted by a universal design that would not, be seen to be out of place in any World Ballroom Dancing Sporting Event. Dangdut’s- unconventionality, was wholesomely exploited by this Regal Duo, for they had upped the threshold of the popular dance, thence, forth, furthering its evolution into something not totally known but could, be possibly- guessed. Them’ being the reigning champions could not escaped any honest to goodness Dangduteer, particularly so when further explicated by Shima. Step aside Abdul Ghafoor, your style is out of date!
It was nearly quarter past one when a mesmerized papa, was accorded, a courteous sent off at the door by Puteri, of whom exclaimed the customary ‘Take Care and Do Come Again’ gesture, adding further the ‘Don’t Forget To Book Me the Next Time’. Of course, whispered papa to himself, but the reality of the Dangdut Kings, being- made, ‘obsolete’ by the Ever Most yet Unasked- Royal Couple- deeply mystified him.
Monday, December 17, 2007
WHATS UP DOC?
The imbroglios that do not favor attempts to truncate their consequences, a jumbled heap that was pre concerted, yet, never really, volitional. However so, they were the insuperable imperilments, whence sojourning in potent ness was cardinal. The blatant utilization of nefarious commandments that flippantly, did not need extraneous circumstances to, wholesomely, justify; their flagrant manipulations. The concerns, that were projected, from all over, however so, did not budge the potentate, to yield even though a miniscule into the much decorous and verily; laudable concourse. A meandering enterprise that does not dictate a seriousness much sought, wherein all channels for effective dissemination of positive pointers are impudently and efficaciously overseen by a malcontented demagogue. Added to the entire gamut, there is the existence of a Citizenry, that is, either too myopic or too comfortable- to collectively voice- genuine concerns. Howsoever their numbers are fast decreasing as days turn forward, as, a result of an inexorable albeit distending awareness, as regard the possibilities, of a better polity that could be categorically effectuated should a World class Democracy be cultivated. Veritably, a populace that is mature and sentient, thus having, the proclivity to, courageously demand such sublimed praxis in respect of their off springs- time ahead, as against, a much jaded and ossified, yet, predominantly- ‘injurious statecraft’. True to everything that is sacred, it is the young and the impressionable that are, sincerely and earnestly responsive to their environs and the inherent capableness, should a superior methodology be accomplished. Meanwhile the degenerate papa and his ilk would only be contented with their ‘wretched’ dangdut and the so called- entailing ‘seni’ configuration, verily a much ‘inconsequential’- exercise, in futility. An, insignificant dot, on the Nation’s civil landscape, contributing: none whatsoever to its impending ‘reconstruction’ and imminent rebuilding, not unlike a purposeless pile of chaff that is better be cast to the rubbish heap and into oblivion. Nevertheless, do battle on, Oh, bright- eyed ones- papa’s heart, tears and hopes will always be with you!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
THE FOUR STEP FORMULA
Papa called Yanti, an, old friend, and a divorcee, responding to her earlier sms she sent him. Yanti said she had arrived in K.L a few days back, accompanying her teenaged daughter who wanted to visit her half sister of whom is staying in Setapak. They are very close even though of different fathers.
Yanti, used to be married, to Zafrul, one of papa’s, closest, buddy and still in frequent contact, the fact was, Yanti got papa’s number from him. They are still the best of friends albeit Zafrul, has since their separation; remarried. Veritably, all of them, Zafrul and wife, Yanti, the kids and Zafrul’s first wife and her new family are all in good terms and truly in the spirit of Sirratulrahim. Therefore, deep in, papa’s heart, they could never be, other than- Kinsfolk!
Papa invited Yanti for a karaoke night out, that coming Friday, evening, she said she could not give a confirmation so soon, and only on the particular day, will she contact papa again.
Yanti send papa, an, sms, saying she was already in Mutiara, and had already booked, a regular, Karaoke room, as he had asked- papa had earlier anticipated he could only be there a bit later after ten thirty. Papa beckoned her to join him at the mamak stall situated near the club, for nasi lemak bungkus and teh tarik, before proceeding for karaoke. She complied and soon after, they were having a pleasant chat, prattling about, the good old times. Inadvertently, papa’s eyes did a roam about, and fixed a gaze at a nearby table, where sat, the elderly albeit dapper and still handsome, retired but of higher ranked- Armed Forces Personnel, Papa’s old compatriot in Dangdut. Walking the short distance to Mutiara, papa and Yanti waved at him, smiling, as if, amused like, he waved back.
Yanti chose mostly duet songs, from the computerized T.V control terminal, papa, whilst waiting for the songs to come up, called Jinair and unkel. Both answered, they were already in K.L and being somewhere near Mutiara, but had to attend to prior appointments before sallying forth there. They both gave the same answer- could only be there a bit later in the evening.
Papa and Yanti wholeheartedly sang the P. Ramlee and Ever green, Malay duets, exuding much gusto and feel although peculiar to their distinctive interpretations. Yanti letting go with vibratos and all, with papa, not relenting even a bit, trying to outmatch her, to the extent of, the whole room vibrated with their unparalleled ‘vibratos’. Reaching the Cha-Cha numbers, papa entreated Yanti, to join him dance, Dangdut King- style as he had practiced a lot, in front of the mirror at home. Being an ex, old hand at Dangdut although has since long retired, papa was truly hopeful that she can tutored him in the intricacies of the Majestic steps, but Yanti, apparently, has forgotten, and not ‘prancing’ ever since the more than a few, number of years, after leaving the ‘scene’ has left her legs ‘heavy and ‘immobilized’. On the other hand, papa seemed to have mastered even though ‘minutely’ the ‘four step’ formula or configuration- the ‘key steps’ to most popular dances. What he has to do now is to test it out ‘four hands’ on, either with Nita or Puteri, on the dance floor, that is.
After nearly, two hours of singing, JinAir arrived, followed by, a ‘huffing and puffing, Unkel- of, whom had walked, the entire distance from Medan Tuanku to KFC Jalan Raja Laut, as a form of self imposed exercise. He has a strange notion of having a heart condition albeit not officially confirmed by any medical specialists leaving Unkel toying with the idea of going through with the ‘camera and cable probing into the heart procedure’, as recommended by Dr. Yunos.
Since Yanti wanted to go visit some old friends at another Dangdut establishment, papa went to the main counter outside, into the main hall of the Karaoke lounge. As, the dance hall is situated on the first floor and the lounge on the second, the singing hall is unusually very quiet and much ‘relaxed’ if compared with other lounges the likes of NewsKtv. Having paid the not even eighty ringgit in total bill, papa could not help noticing the cashier who handed him the change. She was, of all persons, Meera, an old, dangdut, buddy, papa was elated, he seemed to be meeting quite a number of old friends. The same thing happened when all four of them, papa, yanti, jinair and unkel was about to leave Mutiara, they met up with Dato’ Shaheed and his longtime aide, Wak Suratman. Exchanging the customary albeit insuppressibly good humored ‘light banter’, Yanti and papa together with the Dato’ and Wak were laughing aloud all through the ‘unplanned rendezvous’. Upon leaving, for the car park, papa gave Wak Surat a hearty bear hug. He, good naturedly, just pushed him away.
Upon entering, The Club Extravaganza, they found the place, filled to the brim, with not a table, that was visibly- unoccupied. Enduring no more, the slightly longer, than the recommended ‘wait for a moment- for an empty table’ by the waitresses, papa and yanti along with jinair and unkel decided to wait it out at one of the late night eating stalls immediately across the road outside the club. Whilst enjoying their tehtariks and ‘cordial’ small talk, Zahida was, seen at the entrance, just outside the club. She was straining out, the upper part of her body- as if looking out for somebody. Yanti called out to her, yelling that Mahat, her husband was seated three or four tables to the left of her, across the road. After confiding with Mahat something that concerned the club, she came up to the foursome’s table. Giggling throughout the ‘informal gathering, Zahida was truly the darling of the group, to the extent of unkel, being visibly ‘smitten’ by her. Both, Zahida and Mahat are, longtime buddies; of Yanti and papa, and both again have gone up in the Dangdut Corporate world with Mahat, being the G.M of the Club and Zahida, its Corporate Comms Manager. Last, but not least, as this post is about longer than normal, papa, has, got to, really, incorporate the penultimate part, right about- now. They, the above mentioned, characters were real people, and papa, in his inconsequential way, only wanted to highlight the ‘rich and colorful' tapestries that were made up from the throbbing Dangdut yarn, interwoven into the entire ‘fabric’, that is Kay El by Night Or Day Or Whatever, Really!. Yet, they, the luxuriant personalities, are, veritably, living, and breathing creatures albeit insignificant and irrelevant all the way, However so, and without further ado-That’s Life! The evening out ended without either of them venturing into the club. At nearly 3 AM, Yanti called for a Take Five- she was too tired. Having asked where Yanti's place of stay was, Jinair volunteered to send her, as his house was nearer to her's than papa's. Yawning, papa send unkel to Medan Tuanku and when driving the last leg towards his humble abode, papa half smilingly,thought to himself- he has that many-'nocturnal' dangdut buddies and knows where to go, whenceforth, everybody knows his name and Jinair and unkel too- ostensibly, but not to get intoxicated nor to cavort with the girls, only to sing and dance and to watch the Dangdut Emperors, make manifest their 'Seni' or 'Art'
Yanti, used to be married, to Zafrul, one of papa’s, closest, buddy and still in frequent contact, the fact was, Yanti got papa’s number from him. They are still the best of friends albeit Zafrul, has since their separation; remarried. Veritably, all of them, Zafrul and wife, Yanti, the kids and Zafrul’s first wife and her new family are all in good terms and truly in the spirit of Sirratulrahim. Therefore, deep in, papa’s heart, they could never be, other than- Kinsfolk!
Papa invited Yanti for a karaoke night out, that coming Friday, evening, she said she could not give a confirmation so soon, and only on the particular day, will she contact papa again.
Yanti send papa, an, sms, saying she was already in Mutiara, and had already booked, a regular, Karaoke room, as he had asked- papa had earlier anticipated he could only be there a bit later after ten thirty. Papa beckoned her to join him at the mamak stall situated near the club, for nasi lemak bungkus and teh tarik, before proceeding for karaoke. She complied and soon after, they were having a pleasant chat, prattling about, the good old times. Inadvertently, papa’s eyes did a roam about, and fixed a gaze at a nearby table, where sat, the elderly albeit dapper and still handsome, retired but of higher ranked- Armed Forces Personnel, Papa’s old compatriot in Dangdut. Walking the short distance to Mutiara, papa and Yanti waved at him, smiling, as if, amused like, he waved back.
Yanti chose mostly duet songs, from the computerized T.V control terminal, papa, whilst waiting for the songs to come up, called Jinair and unkel. Both answered, they were already in K.L and being somewhere near Mutiara, but had to attend to prior appointments before sallying forth there. They both gave the same answer- could only be there a bit later in the evening.
Papa and Yanti wholeheartedly sang the P. Ramlee and Ever green, Malay duets, exuding much gusto and feel although peculiar to their distinctive interpretations. Yanti letting go with vibratos and all, with papa, not relenting even a bit, trying to outmatch her, to the extent of, the whole room vibrated with their unparalleled ‘vibratos’. Reaching the Cha-Cha numbers, papa entreated Yanti, to join him dance, Dangdut King- style as he had practiced a lot, in front of the mirror at home. Being an ex, old hand at Dangdut although has since long retired, papa was truly hopeful that she can tutored him in the intricacies of the Majestic steps, but Yanti, apparently, has forgotten, and not ‘prancing’ ever since the more than a few, number of years, after leaving the ‘scene’ has left her legs ‘heavy and ‘immobilized’. On the other hand, papa seemed to have mastered even though ‘minutely’ the ‘four step’ formula or configuration- the ‘key steps’ to most popular dances. What he has to do now is to test it out ‘four hands’ on, either with Nita or Puteri, on the dance floor, that is.
After nearly, two hours of singing, JinAir arrived, followed by, a ‘huffing and puffing, Unkel- of, whom had walked, the entire distance from Medan Tuanku to KFC Jalan Raja Laut, as a form of self imposed exercise. He has a strange notion of having a heart condition albeit not officially confirmed by any medical specialists leaving Unkel toying with the idea of going through with the ‘camera and cable probing into the heart procedure’, as recommended by Dr. Yunos.
Since Yanti wanted to go visit some old friends at another Dangdut establishment, papa went to the main counter outside, into the main hall of the Karaoke lounge. As, the dance hall is situated on the first floor and the lounge on the second, the singing hall is unusually very quiet and much ‘relaxed’ if compared with other lounges the likes of NewsKtv. Having paid the not even eighty ringgit in total bill, papa could not help noticing the cashier who handed him the change. She was, of all persons, Meera, an old, dangdut, buddy, papa was elated, he seemed to be meeting quite a number of old friends. The same thing happened when all four of them, papa, yanti, jinair and unkel was about to leave Mutiara, they met up with Dato’ Shaheed and his longtime aide, Wak Suratman. Exchanging the customary albeit insuppressibly good humored ‘light banter’, Yanti and papa together with the Dato’ and Wak were laughing aloud all through the ‘unplanned rendezvous’. Upon leaving, for the car park, papa gave Wak Surat a hearty bear hug. He, good naturedly, just pushed him away.
Upon entering, The Club Extravaganza, they found the place, filled to the brim, with not a table, that was visibly- unoccupied. Enduring no more, the slightly longer, than the recommended ‘wait for a moment- for an empty table’ by the waitresses, papa and yanti along with jinair and unkel decided to wait it out at one of the late night eating stalls immediately across the road outside the club. Whilst enjoying their tehtariks and ‘cordial’ small talk, Zahida was, seen at the entrance, just outside the club. She was straining out, the upper part of her body- as if looking out for somebody. Yanti called out to her, yelling that Mahat, her husband was seated three or four tables to the left of her, across the road. After confiding with Mahat something that concerned the club, she came up to the foursome’s table. Giggling throughout the ‘informal gathering, Zahida was truly the darling of the group, to the extent of unkel, being visibly ‘smitten’ by her. Both, Zahida and Mahat are, longtime buddies; of Yanti and papa, and both again have gone up in the Dangdut Corporate world with Mahat, being the G.M of the Club and Zahida, its Corporate Comms Manager. Last, but not least, as this post is about longer than normal, papa, has, got to, really, incorporate the penultimate part, right about- now. They, the above mentioned, characters were real people, and papa, in his inconsequential way, only wanted to highlight the ‘rich and colorful' tapestries that were made up from the throbbing Dangdut yarn, interwoven into the entire ‘fabric’, that is Kay El by Night Or Day Or Whatever, Really!. Yet, they, the luxuriant personalities, are, veritably, living, and breathing creatures albeit insignificant and irrelevant all the way, However so, and without further ado-That’s Life! The evening out ended without either of them venturing into the club. At nearly 3 AM, Yanti called for a Take Five- she was too tired. Having asked where Yanti's place of stay was, Jinair volunteered to send her, as his house was nearer to her's than papa's. Yawning, papa send unkel to Medan Tuanku and when driving the last leg towards his humble abode, papa half smilingly,thought to himself- he has that many-'nocturnal' dangdut buddies and knows where to go, whenceforth, everybody knows his name and Jinair and unkel too- ostensibly, but not to get intoxicated nor to cavort with the girls, only to sing and dance and to watch the Dangdut Emperors, make manifest their 'Seni' or 'Art'
Friday, November 30, 2007
THE ORIGINAL- ASAM PEDAS
Papa called Squire Bobby, he answered in a hurried voice, papa asked whether he wanted to go for breakfast at Parit Jawa, The Squire said, he, will call back as he had to attend to an emergency. An elderly neighbor had fallen down at her home and he had to be sure the ambulance had arrived and she was already on her way to the hospital before he can go anywhere, he promised to call back in about twenty minutes time. Papa resumed his search for the elusive multi point socket at ten past eight in the morning. Upon turning to the left and crossing a main street, further up, he found a small shop sharing half a lot with the other half still not opened yet. To his amazement, the shop was an electrical store and the multi socket- was neatly, arranged, inside a glass shelf with the shopkeeper: an elderly Chinese man standing beside it. Papa tried to insert the slanted albeit flattened metal road protruding from the plug that in turn was attached to the re charger cable of his two little boys’ ‘Game boy’ thingies, to the multi socket. Lo and behold- it fits.
Papa could see Squire Bobby’s, chunky Toyota Hilux, about one hundred meters ahead, making a turning into Jalan Sisi. He, waved at the Squire, Bobby stopped his truck right beside papa, of whom, was waiting near the intersection between Jalan Sisi and Jalan Ali. Having climbed into the front passenger seat, the two, sawit men proceeded to Parit Jawa Via Jalan Suleiman- straight on, through the archaically exclaimed, Jalan Darat.
The drive to Parit Jawa was quiet and rather uneventful, there were not that many cars on the road and only a few trucks, driving past, Compared to K.L, the, traffic here, was, literally, heaven sent. Added to the balmy morning, the circumstances, was, in a peculiar way, truly ‘serene’, if only a better word be appropriate. Papa, verily loved, this part of Johore, his late father’s birthplace and dominion, whence the oldman, was in his ‘impressionable’ years. There was, whenever papa’s in Muar, that certain ambience, an ‘atmosphere’ that verily tugged at the heartstrings, but not a ‘foreboding’ presentiment, yet ‘snug and homely’, as if, knowing that one is veritably ‘safe’ here, compared to any other ‘locales’. Papa would really like to ‘settle’ here, perhaps, in the not too distant future, Insyaallah, however, for the time being, K.L is still his home, having stayed there for more than 30 years.
Bobby parked his pick-up in front of an ‘up market’ kopitiam, an appropriately named, The Q1, establishment, apparently the ‘White Coffee’ trend had even caught up in little, Parit Jawa town. The elusive ‘Asam Pedas stall was only a few meters away, situated inside an authentic, old style, kopitiam- The Real McCoy. The tables were all full except for one, papa and Bobby, rushed to it with papa immediately sitting on a chair beside it, there was a customer at the table but he was just about to leave- having paid the bill. Bobby set about ordering what was best, papa left it entirely to him as this was his first time there. Bobby really liked to ‘breakfast’ here, driving down every two or three days, a ten or so minutes drive, from his house, in Muar. All, the more, so, whence, the stall operator called him ‘Abang’ the moment, he saw ‘The Squire’.
Bobby scooped four cuts of ‘Ikan Pari’ or skate, two, fried Ikan Cencaru- a Trevalli like fish and ordered two plates of ‘egg ommelettes’. There really were not that many dishes available, for the ‘Asam Pedas’ was good enough on its own, thenceforth to order that additional ‘plate of rice’ would not be recommended. Just, eat more of, the fish, they are fresh, most of the times, recently caught and ‘obtained’ straight from the fishing boats, ‘docked’ at the jetty nearby. That, was the thing, that make these asam pedas fishes, succulent, much tasty and sweet, they were ‘genuinely fresh’, coupled also, with, the extra thick ‘asam gravy and the quintessential albeit a bit more than required ‘pedas’ or ‘Spicy ness’ – integral component. Papa ordered two cuts of the ‘skate’ asam pedas for ‘tapau’or takeaway, with, Bobby, joining immediately after, ordering the same, also.
Papa could see Squire Bobby’s, chunky Toyota Hilux, about one hundred meters ahead, making a turning into Jalan Sisi. He, waved at the Squire, Bobby stopped his truck right beside papa, of whom, was waiting near the intersection between Jalan Sisi and Jalan Ali. Having climbed into the front passenger seat, the two, sawit men proceeded to Parit Jawa Via Jalan Suleiman- straight on, through the archaically exclaimed, Jalan Darat.
The drive to Parit Jawa was quiet and rather uneventful, there were not that many cars on the road and only a few trucks, driving past, Compared to K.L, the, traffic here, was, literally, heaven sent. Added to the balmy morning, the circumstances, was, in a peculiar way, truly ‘serene’, if only a better word be appropriate. Papa, verily loved, this part of Johore, his late father’s birthplace and dominion, whence the oldman, was in his ‘impressionable’ years. There was, whenever papa’s in Muar, that certain ambience, an ‘atmosphere’ that verily tugged at the heartstrings, but not a ‘foreboding’ presentiment, yet ‘snug and homely’, as if, knowing that one is veritably ‘safe’ here, compared to any other ‘locales’. Papa would really like to ‘settle’ here, perhaps, in the not too distant future, Insyaallah, however, for the time being, K.L is still his home, having stayed there for more than 30 years.
Bobby parked his pick-up in front of an ‘up market’ kopitiam, an appropriately named, The Q1, establishment, apparently the ‘White Coffee’ trend had even caught up in little, Parit Jawa town. The elusive ‘Asam Pedas stall was only a few meters away, situated inside an authentic, old style, kopitiam- The Real McCoy. The tables were all full except for one, papa and Bobby, rushed to it with papa immediately sitting on a chair beside it, there was a customer at the table but he was just about to leave- having paid the bill. Bobby set about ordering what was best, papa left it entirely to him as this was his first time there. Bobby really liked to ‘breakfast’ here, driving down every two or three days, a ten or so minutes drive, from his house, in Muar. All, the more, so, whence, the stall operator called him ‘Abang’ the moment, he saw ‘The Squire’.
Bobby scooped four cuts of ‘Ikan Pari’ or skate, two, fried Ikan Cencaru- a Trevalli like fish and ordered two plates of ‘egg ommelettes’. There really were not that many dishes available, for the ‘Asam Pedas’ was good enough on its own, thenceforth to order that additional ‘plate of rice’ would not be recommended. Just, eat more of, the fish, they are fresh, most of the times, recently caught and ‘obtained’ straight from the fishing boats, ‘docked’ at the jetty nearby. That, was the thing, that make these asam pedas fishes, succulent, much tasty and sweet, they were ‘genuinely fresh’, coupled also, with, the extra thick ‘asam gravy and the quintessential albeit a bit more than required ‘pedas’ or ‘Spicy ness’ – integral component. Papa ordered two cuts of the ‘skate’ asam pedas for ‘tapau’or takeaway, with, Bobby, joining immediately after, ordering the same, also.
Monday, November 26, 2007
THE MARK OF Z
Forgive the pun, but the mentioning by papa, of, some, celluloid typecasts that typically albeit very much clichéd, portrayed the ‘chauvinistic’ propensities of peoples’, much ignorant, do not, in any wise, insinuated, any of, his close compatriots. However so, papa’s contention, was, only, to highlight the littlest ‘aberrations that might, still, be inherent in certain groupings, even though, their numbers may be, much, dwindling, each and every day- the ‘rednecks’ in a certain continent – for, example. The fact that Hollywood, most of times, played up, along with, their ‘sentiments’ is quite ‘academic’. It, can be, said, that, even in their own realm or their confederation, they are not taken that seriously although their ‘spending power’ is much coveted.
Hollywood is mostly about business and money, so, whatever that sells, must be paramount, what do they care about, being, politically correct. Howsoever, there, are the ‘messaged’ films that are fast getting acceptance. All, in all, people are, much, more aware- now, together with, the reality that, the global village is getting more accessible, as time passes on.
Kindly forgive papa, Honorable Senor, should papa’s last post, offended your much, elevated person, in whatsoever way, for it, was never, intended, nor pre meditated, it was just papa’s inconsequential ‘rambling’, on and on, to no end. Somehow or rather, tact and diplomacy, do escaped him, most of times, perhaps, due to ‘being cooped under a sawit tree for too long in Bukit Tengkorak and too ‘engrossed’, in trying to be what he is not- a Dangdut King. At the end of which, after all, he is just a ‘stammering village idiot’-from, Skull Hill.
If papa could remember, Errol Flynn did play Zorro, a character that far from being a Hollywood stereotype, was, verily a Popular Hero, alongside the fact that Errol Flynn was a ‘Legend’ in his own time and, until, present day, veritably!
Hollywood is mostly about business and money, so, whatever that sells, must be paramount, what do they care about, being, politically correct. Howsoever, there, are the ‘messaged’ films that are fast getting acceptance. All, in all, people are, much, more aware- now, together with, the reality that, the global village is getting more accessible, as time passes on.
Kindly forgive papa, Honorable Senor, should papa’s last post, offended your much, elevated person, in whatsoever way, for it, was never, intended, nor pre meditated, it was just papa’s inconsequential ‘rambling’, on and on, to no end. Somehow or rather, tact and diplomacy, do escaped him, most of times, perhaps, due to ‘being cooped under a sawit tree for too long in Bukit Tengkorak and too ‘engrossed’, in trying to be what he is not- a Dangdut King. At the end of which, after all, he is just a ‘stammering village idiot’-from, Skull Hill.
If papa could remember, Errol Flynn did play Zorro, a character that far from being a Hollywood stereotype, was, verily a Popular Hero, alongside the fact that Errol Flynn was a ‘Legend’ in his own time and, until, present day, veritably!
Sunday, November 25, 2007
MUCH OBLIGED
Papa did not anticipate such instantaneous response from The Honorable Senor Zorro, along with, the fact that he had to rush to his neighbor’s hacienda just to get the ‘commentary’ translated. Papa, is truly indebted to these, veritably, ‘Illustrious Gentlemen’. Personages, of, whom are, verily endowed with such remarkable abilities. Papa is truly humbled, for, he, without doubt and unquestionably, admire people who are able to communicate in multifarious languages, for to speak a language is to understand its culture.
Customs and savoir-faire that magnificently defines civility and fine breeding as regards an archetypal ‘group of people’, rather than, the ubiquitous ‘mimicking’ of Hollywood stereotypes- a very much, degrading, exercitation, notwithstanding the notion that, the said actions, could be construed as ‘malicious’ and ‘racialist’ in the very least.
Papa abhors any postulations that run in line with the, above, mentioned abstractions. Inadvertently he had digressed, yet, again, papa must reiterate his deep most gratitude to The Honorable Senor Zorro and his equally ‘Esteemed’ adjoining property owner for the ‘magnanimous’ enterprise that they partook, in getting the, comments; translated.
Even though, mere words could not describe his innermost gratitude, reiteratively papa has to say ‘Thank You Very Much’ to The Two Honorable Senores. Papa will follow your advice, in highlighting this ‘incidence’.
Customs and savoir-faire that magnificently defines civility and fine breeding as regards an archetypal ‘group of people’, rather than, the ubiquitous ‘mimicking’ of Hollywood stereotypes- a very much, degrading, exercitation, notwithstanding the notion that, the said actions, could be construed as ‘malicious’ and ‘racialist’ in the very least.
Papa abhors any postulations that run in line with the, above, mentioned abstractions. Inadvertently he had digressed, yet, again, papa must reiterate his deep most gratitude to The Honorable Senor Zorro and his equally ‘Esteemed’ adjoining property owner for the ‘magnanimous’ enterprise that they partook, in getting the, comments; translated.
Even though, mere words could not describe his innermost gratitude, reiteratively papa has to say ‘Thank You Very Much’ to The Two Honorable Senores. Papa will follow your advice, in highlighting this ‘incidence’.
AN EARNEST REQUEST
Salutations to all of papa’s friends, especially, The Honorable Senor Zorro, HRH The Prince Guy and The insuppressible JinAir for taking their time putting together their cordial comments into the latest post on the ramblings blog. The title of which was the loosely termed, cerita-cerita, or ‘small talk’, only, if, a more appropriate phraseology be applicable. Papa, was truly elated, he seemed to, be getting a increasing number of rapports, as regards his inconsequential postings in, the equally- irrelevant ‘digressive’ blog.
Having anticipated comments from his regular, yet ‘accustomed’ commentators, he was quite surprised upon receiving ‘annotations’ from a ‘cresceNet, or proverdorcrescenet. All, the more bewildering whence the entire text except the few words at the end being, written in Spanish or was it Portuguese, papa, just could not be sure.
As papa, jinair and Putera Guy are not at all familiar with Spanish, we would earnestly, beseech, The Honorable Senor Zorro to translate, the reason being, he had, in a previous posting, commentated, in the ‘irrepressibly romantic’ Latin derived language. If only, The, Honorable, Sir, could kindly view, the comment format in the ‘cerita-cerita’ post, once more.
Last, but not least, papa would like to extend his humble gratitude to Senor Zorro and awaits with unabated anticipation his ‘transliteration’ of the said ‘crescenet’ commentaries. Cheers! Senor Zorro..
Having anticipated comments from his regular, yet ‘accustomed’ commentators, he was quite surprised upon receiving ‘annotations’ from a ‘cresceNet, or proverdorcrescenet. All, the more bewildering whence the entire text except the few words at the end being, written in Spanish or was it Portuguese, papa, just could not be sure.
As papa, jinair and Putera Guy are not at all familiar with Spanish, we would earnestly, beseech, The Honorable Senor Zorro to translate, the reason being, he had, in a previous posting, commentated, in the ‘irrepressibly romantic’ Latin derived language. If only, The, Honorable, Sir, could kindly view, the comment format in the ‘cerita-cerita’ post, once more.
Last, but not least, papa would like to extend his humble gratitude to Senor Zorro and awaits with unabated anticipation his ‘transliteration’ of the said ‘crescenet’ commentaries. Cheers! Senor Zorro..
Friday, November 23, 2007
CERITA-CERITA
Asalamualaikum bros dan selamat sejahtera, papa merasa terlalu seronok hari ini sebab post terbaru di ramblings blog menerima banyak komen. Kemeriahan yang menjurus kepada perasaan yang amat teruja sekali. Pertama sekali, papa ingin mengucapkan terima kasih kepada anonymous yang memberi komen yang ada menyebut sedikit perihal makam. Sebenarnya tak ada makam tinggi mana pun. Makam, nafs al amarah saja.
Cerita- nya, masa menulis blog tu, bila ada perkataan yang tiba tiba terfikir, terus saja refer ke Thesaurus, cari perkataan yang bunyi nya pelik sikit tapi mempunyai makna sama. Lepas tu cuma, sambung- sambung saja, konon nya nak cerita pasal ‘siasah’, itu lah banyak gunakan bahasa bunga-bunga sikit, supaya bunyi dan makna nya samar- samar saja…he..he..he
Salutations to Senor Zorro, of whom, maybe riding into the sunset, against the desert wind, the aftermath of a day of adventuresome exploits, helping the littlest ‘rakyat’ any which way, he could. To his sprawling hacienda he rode, an able, Horseman of wholesome repute, a gallant knight, ever slaying the evil dragons of, the three C’s, whilst a petite senorita awaits somewhere, truly beautiful in every aspect, veritably, a loyal and virtuous girl, who is very much in love with the masked hero.
Peace, be, upon you, HRH, The Prince Guy, truly a Prince among men, an amicable personage- having innermost- a gregarious personality, sincere in intent and honorable in purpose. All, the comentators, of whom, are papa’s sahabahs, even though, there- maybe a few he, may- not ever meet. However so, do keep on blogging!
Cerita- nya, masa menulis blog tu, bila ada perkataan yang tiba tiba terfikir, terus saja refer ke Thesaurus, cari perkataan yang bunyi nya pelik sikit tapi mempunyai makna sama. Lepas tu cuma, sambung- sambung saja, konon nya nak cerita pasal ‘siasah’, itu lah banyak gunakan bahasa bunga-bunga sikit, supaya bunyi dan makna nya samar- samar saja…he..he..he
Salutations to Senor Zorro, of whom, maybe riding into the sunset, against the desert wind, the aftermath of a day of adventuresome exploits, helping the littlest ‘rakyat’ any which way, he could. To his sprawling hacienda he rode, an able, Horseman of wholesome repute, a gallant knight, ever slaying the evil dragons of, the three C’s, whilst a petite senorita awaits somewhere, truly beautiful in every aspect, veritably, a loyal and virtuous girl, who is very much in love with the masked hero.
Peace, be, upon you, HRH, The Prince Guy, truly a Prince among men, an amicable personage- having innermost- a gregarious personality, sincere in intent and honorable in purpose. All, the comentators, of whom, are papa’s sahabahs, even though, there- maybe a few he, may- not ever meet. However so, do keep on blogging!
NOTHING IN MIND
At times there are instances when absolute nothing enters the mind, ideas just did not come, likened to a block inside one’s brain, compressing every single thought that could, like, most of times, prior- initiate a volley of impressions. Sparking, a narrative that depicts a situational happening, an eventful happenstance, a, serendipity, that only papa found portentous. A salient, after thought, that does not illuminate anything. Verily, an insignificant consideration, a something, that is wholly irrelevant, particularly so, in a situation that requires passive reactions. A, perpetual ‘myopia’- that is encouraged, incessantly, lest the irksome, albeit universally sanctioned criterions be unleashed into mindsets, that were shackled all along.
Papa is at it again, he is venturing into something that is beyond his comprehension. Plunging in, tune with, an expedient although judicious realm that has the propensity to rummage, into the esoterically disposed proposition of ‘polity’: a, demagoguery that does not, harbor any dissent, nor brook any restraint. A, ‘statecraft’ that has been ‘mercenary’ for too long, a, reprobate, quiddity that quid pro quo, was disquieted, by a saffron hued insurrection, comprising of a citizenry that, simply put, was, satiated with ‘disgust’.
Papa should stop now, he has digressed much, he has been too far from his comfort zone, dangdut and its ‘wretchedness’ somehow, evaded him that while back. By, and large, he is as seedy as the ‘infernal dangdut’ he so loved, he should not really be ‘dabbling’ into things, he did not really ‘quite’ understand. He would not want to upset his ‘conservative’ friends, for the truth being, he is much localized and a bit ‘rustic’, to all intents and purposes, thenceforth, any ‘internationalist’ proclivities, on his part, would only effused an incongruity that will inevitably, lead to a ludicrous ‘state of affairs’. F….k you, papa, what were you, thinking of ?
Papa is at it again, he is venturing into something that is beyond his comprehension. Plunging in, tune with, an expedient although judicious realm that has the propensity to rummage, into the esoterically disposed proposition of ‘polity’: a, demagoguery that does not, harbor any dissent, nor brook any restraint. A, ‘statecraft’ that has been ‘mercenary’ for too long, a, reprobate, quiddity that quid pro quo, was disquieted, by a saffron hued insurrection, comprising of a citizenry that, simply put, was, satiated with ‘disgust’.
Papa should stop now, he has digressed much, he has been too far from his comfort zone, dangdut and its ‘wretchedness’ somehow, evaded him that while back. By, and large, he is as seedy as the ‘infernal dangdut’ he so loved, he should not really be ‘dabbling’ into things, he did not really ‘quite’ understand. He would not want to upset his ‘conservative’ friends, for the truth being, he is much localized and a bit ‘rustic’, to all intents and purposes, thenceforth, any ‘internationalist’ proclivities, on his part, would only effused an incongruity that will inevitably, lead to a ludicrous ‘state of affairs’. F….k you, papa, what were you, thinking of ?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
WHAT IS WITH DANGDUT?
Having blogged, much about dangdut , mostly skewed to what his worldview encompassed, with respect to this, infernal musical genre, papa, as must be told, is not a champion for it. He is just a storyteller, one who weaved platitudes about things that invoked his littlest mindset. Inconsequential elements, that do not really- shoulder any weightiness. Circumstances, that, does not move the earth, neither provide avenues that could supplant the impending world’s energy crisis whence forth, fossil fuel, depletes.
Dangdut to all intents and purposes is just a type of popular music however so intertwined into the collective psyche of the inhabitants of a said locale, as a domicile for all that is undesirable for a situational consociation. In other words, it is a place, where most of the bad elements, in society- meet, particularly so, in Kay El. The fact that the notion is not far from the truth is indisputable. Dangdut, is seedy, it is a place where people gets drunk, got into fistfights and frequent destinations for the local authorities to come check, continuously monitoring its’ activities, lest, the less than desirable aspects, go- out of control. Intoxicants are parts and parcels of its’ notoriety, people come to exult, make merry and to become light headed. Dancing, should arrive, natural, after all that. Much spirited: about anything can happen during those archetypal, jubilations.
Without doubt, the logical consequence of which, the ubiquitous, yet, much powerful presence; of club ‘bouncers’- prominent in any dangdut club ‘worth its’ salt. Come, to think of it, the above, mentioned scenarios pretty much depict popular music club backdrops around the world. Infamous, sites that equally, invite- ignominious happenstances.
Not, so for the Dangdut Kings, in turn, they prefer these, kind of settings. To them, they are truly exclusive, mainly, due to, the fact that not everyone wants to patronize the dance halls, forasmuch their ‘wretched’ connotations. They do not need alcohol to strut their stuff, nor do they want to chase after the girls. They only want to make manifest their ‘seni’ or ‘art’, to practice their craft in front of the few and dispersed, albeit ‘appreciative audiences’. They abhor glamour, preferring the ‘quiet yet elegant’ and much, subdued, appreciation of the enthusiastic although esoterically inclined dangdut exponents. They prefer dangdut to be at the fringes, basking, behind its’ infamy, for their ‘seni’ is too controversial and too unconventional to ever receive any formal recognition. The Majesties only want to continue ‘twirling’ and ‘swirling’ to their hearts’ content.
Dangdut to all intents and purposes is just a type of popular music however so intertwined into the collective psyche of the inhabitants of a said locale, as a domicile for all that is undesirable for a situational consociation. In other words, it is a place, where most of the bad elements, in society- meet, particularly so, in Kay El. The fact that the notion is not far from the truth is indisputable. Dangdut, is seedy, it is a place where people gets drunk, got into fistfights and frequent destinations for the local authorities to come check, continuously monitoring its’ activities, lest, the less than desirable aspects, go- out of control. Intoxicants are parts and parcels of its’ notoriety, people come to exult, make merry and to become light headed. Dancing, should arrive, natural, after all that. Much spirited: about anything can happen during those archetypal, jubilations.
Without doubt, the logical consequence of which, the ubiquitous, yet, much powerful presence; of club ‘bouncers’- prominent in any dangdut club ‘worth its’ salt. Come, to think of it, the above, mentioned scenarios pretty much depict popular music club backdrops around the world. Infamous, sites that equally, invite- ignominious happenstances.
Not, so for the Dangdut Kings, in turn, they prefer these, kind of settings. To them, they are truly exclusive, mainly, due to, the fact that not everyone wants to patronize the dance halls, forasmuch their ‘wretched’ connotations. They do not need alcohol to strut their stuff, nor do they want to chase after the girls. They only want to make manifest their ‘seni’ or ‘art’, to practice their craft in front of the few and dispersed, albeit ‘appreciative audiences’. They abhor glamour, preferring the ‘quiet yet elegant’ and much, subdued, appreciation of the enthusiastic although esoterically inclined dangdut exponents. They prefer dangdut to be at the fringes, basking, behind its’ infamy, for their ‘seni’ is too controversial and too unconventional to ever receive any formal recognition. The Majesties only want to continue ‘twirling’ and ‘swirling’ to their hearts’ content.
AN APOLOGY
Papa would like to extend his apologies for deleting the DANGDUT KINGS post and reinstalling it moments later. The reason being- there was a problem accessing the ramblings blog earlier on, this evening. The problem could somehow, be linked to Jinair’s blog, since the two blogs are linking blogs, the point of issue was somewhat related to the comment format. Having tried numerous times, papa found out that the only way to enter his blog was via Jinair,s, quite an impossible task for viewers who are not familiar with the ‘linking’ configuration. As, a consequence, papa had to execute the ‘rebooting’ process, the outcome of which was the initial- much valued comments as regards the post were deleted- as well. A thousand apologies- once more, it just had, to, be done, however do emplace your kind comments anew, particularly for- Senor Zorro, Prince Guy and JinAir. Happy Blogging!
THE DANGDUT KINGS
Having positioned Nita immediately in front of him, his left fingers clasping her right digits and his right hand behind her shoulders, papa initiated the first few steps- slow cha-cha style as he had tried with Puteri the last time he was at Mutiara, of which was a couple of months ago. Somehow, Nita did not respond, as Puteri did, she, appeared perplexed, she did not move her feet, she, dragged them instead. The fluid movements that rightly should ensued was somewhat stunted, Nita was waiting for the rest of the cue from papa, she wanted him to lead, at least till the completion of whatever steps that papa wanted to show or coached her.
She was the attentive dancer, one who would comply with whatever the customer wanted performed- on the dance floor- that is. Unlike Puteri, of whom, would experiment without inhibitions; as she, was the ‘eager student’ too willing too try anything as long as the steps would not appear too cumbersome and a bit silly. The very words she uttered whence papa booked her, the last time he was there. However, Puteri was not in attendance for the evening, it was her day or rather ‘night’ off. That was the reason he booked Nita instead, recommended by Shima- of course. Compared to Puteri, Nita was a bigger and taller girl and much more mature. With that in mind, she was the more experienced dancer that rightly should be the one ‘leading’ papa instead of waiting for him to show his ‘stuff’.
Papa was verily the ‘mediocre’ dangduteer, he knew only the few basic steps, just enough to ‘bluff’ his way across the dance floor. Novice GRO’s would of course be ‘a bit or rather- minutely impressed’ but not so- for ‘veteran dancers’ the likes of Nita. Feeling a bit for dejected for having his ‘bluff’ called, albeit ‘unplanned’ or more so- ‘inevitably the logical consequence’, papa asked for a ‘take five’.
Having seated, and inhaling- the aphoristic ‘breath of air’, papa and Nita just sat down and ‘enjoyed’ the rest of the songs the band was enthusiastically- performing. It was, at this juncture, duly entered- Abdul Ghafoor- along with a sexily attired dancer. A longtime ‘acquaintance of papa, A.G. for short, is a dangdut ‘veteran’, even though a bit ‘youngish’ to be called one. The reason for the much ‘decorous’ epithet was none other than the fact that he is adept at his ‘art’, being ‘dangdut dancing’ of course.
All, the more, justifiable, whence he gently although gracefully ‘yanked’ his partner towards him, slowly tugging at the wrists, whilst softly made her execute a 360 degree turn without letting go of the ‘arms’. She was also the ‘old hand’ not unlike Nita, for she perfectly ‘understood’ his every cue, reciprocating instantly his sudden ‘charge like’ movements. All, this headiness, the moment the two ‘frolickers’ treaded upon the middle of the dance floor. It just continued and continued, the dancing that is, ever so fluid and ‘uninterrupted’, a continuous and perennial twirling and swirling albeit eminently ‘delightful’ to behold and truly ‘mesmerizing’ in its entirety.
Papa was, without doubt-‘dumbfounded’ if taken, in its, ‘literal sense’. He had witnessed that archetypal, ‘prancing’ numerous times, howsoever, he was still ‘bewildered’. He could not ‘move’ that way, his legs were too ‘heavy’, he had problems making the ‘trademark’ repetitive ‘turns’, he was too awkward. He must acquire the ‘being flexible’ part, foremost, before he can synthesize the ‘boogie’. Resignedly he fixed his gaze towards Nita, knowingly and smilingly she said, “its’ all about the ‘bunga’ or the intricate bits”. Manipulating; at, all times- the intricacies, after the fact, of which, having had, the ‘fundamentals, being wholesomely academic. In other words, one must really ‘master’ the shuffling of one’s feet prior to making any ‘adventurous’ attempts into that peculiarly ‘advanced’ dangdut configuration. Aficionados, having this aptitude are rightly the ennobled personages of dangdut. Veritably, they are, what dangdut’s all about, they were, with dangdut, ever since the seventy’s all the way, until the present day. Pundits would even vouched that they were the ones’ who ‘inherently partake’ in the evolution of dangdut in Malaysia. Whereupon, dangdut must, be taken in its generic conformation, denoting, markedly- the ‘Malay club scene’, as a whole. The veterans, however, could subtly, differentiate the multifarious ‘dance genres’- namely, the cha-cha, zapin, rumba and of course dangdut, emphasizing the delicate maneuvers dexterously, as all the above mentioned ‘dances’ could be executed ‘holding hands’ or utilizing the clasping of all ‘four hands’ whilst dancing. Papa, as of present could not do it, he must learn and diligently practice the ‘steps’ first before attempting something that mimicked A.G’s tricky ‘movements. He is not a ‘dangdut King’, A.G is, along with The Two Cikgus- Cikgu A. Hamad and Zakuan, the few Abang Rajas’ or presumably Pak Engkus’ now and the more than a few much talented younger guys, A.G being one. BEHOLD THE DANGDUT KINGS!
She was the attentive dancer, one who would comply with whatever the customer wanted performed- on the dance floor- that is. Unlike Puteri, of whom, would experiment without inhibitions; as she, was the ‘eager student’ too willing too try anything as long as the steps would not appear too cumbersome and a bit silly. The very words she uttered whence papa booked her, the last time he was there. However, Puteri was not in attendance for the evening, it was her day or rather ‘night’ off. That was the reason he booked Nita instead, recommended by Shima- of course. Compared to Puteri, Nita was a bigger and taller girl and much more mature. With that in mind, she was the more experienced dancer that rightly should be the one ‘leading’ papa instead of waiting for him to show his ‘stuff’.
Papa was verily the ‘mediocre’ dangduteer, he knew only the few basic steps, just enough to ‘bluff’ his way across the dance floor. Novice GRO’s would of course be ‘a bit or rather- minutely impressed’ but not so- for ‘veteran dancers’ the likes of Nita. Feeling a bit for dejected for having his ‘bluff’ called, albeit ‘unplanned’ or more so- ‘inevitably the logical consequence’, papa asked for a ‘take five’.
Having seated, and inhaling- the aphoristic ‘breath of air’, papa and Nita just sat down and ‘enjoyed’ the rest of the songs the band was enthusiastically- performing. It was, at this juncture, duly entered- Abdul Ghafoor- along with a sexily attired dancer. A longtime ‘acquaintance of papa, A.G. for short, is a dangdut ‘veteran’, even though a bit ‘youngish’ to be called one. The reason for the much ‘decorous’ epithet was none other than the fact that he is adept at his ‘art’, being ‘dangdut dancing’ of course.
All, the more, justifiable, whence he gently although gracefully ‘yanked’ his partner towards him, slowly tugging at the wrists, whilst softly made her execute a 360 degree turn without letting go of the ‘arms’. She was also the ‘old hand’ not unlike Nita, for she perfectly ‘understood’ his every cue, reciprocating instantly his sudden ‘charge like’ movements. All, this headiness, the moment the two ‘frolickers’ treaded upon the middle of the dance floor. It just continued and continued, the dancing that is, ever so fluid and ‘uninterrupted’, a continuous and perennial twirling and swirling albeit eminently ‘delightful’ to behold and truly ‘mesmerizing’ in its entirety.
Papa was, without doubt-‘dumbfounded’ if taken, in its, ‘literal sense’. He had witnessed that archetypal, ‘prancing’ numerous times, howsoever, he was still ‘bewildered’. He could not ‘move’ that way, his legs were too ‘heavy’, he had problems making the ‘trademark’ repetitive ‘turns’, he was too awkward. He must acquire the ‘being flexible’ part, foremost, before he can synthesize the ‘boogie’. Resignedly he fixed his gaze towards Nita, knowingly and smilingly she said, “its’ all about the ‘bunga’ or the intricate bits”. Manipulating; at, all times- the intricacies, after the fact, of which, having had, the ‘fundamentals, being wholesomely academic. In other words, one must really ‘master’ the shuffling of one’s feet prior to making any ‘adventurous’ attempts into that peculiarly ‘advanced’ dangdut configuration. Aficionados, having this aptitude are rightly the ennobled personages of dangdut. Veritably, they are, what dangdut’s all about, they were, with dangdut, ever since the seventy’s all the way, until the present day. Pundits would even vouched that they were the ones’ who ‘inherently partake’ in the evolution of dangdut in Malaysia. Whereupon, dangdut must, be taken in its generic conformation, denoting, markedly- the ‘Malay club scene’, as a whole. The veterans, however, could subtly, differentiate the multifarious ‘dance genres’- namely, the cha-cha, zapin, rumba and of course dangdut, emphasizing the delicate maneuvers dexterously, as all the above mentioned ‘dances’ could be executed ‘holding hands’ or utilizing the clasping of all ‘four hands’ whilst dancing. Papa, as of present could not do it, he must learn and diligently practice the ‘steps’ first before attempting something that mimicked A.G’s tricky ‘movements. He is not a ‘dangdut King’, A.G is, along with The Two Cikgus- Cikgu A. Hamad and Zakuan, the few Abang Rajas’ or presumably Pak Engkus’ now and the more than a few much talented younger guys, A.G being one. BEHOLD THE DANGDUT KINGS!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
THE SAWIT RUN-AND QUITE A WET ONE AT THAT!
It had already started to rain when papa drove out of the parking lot at Seremban R and R. Having taken a hearty nasi lemak breakfast, papa was a bit too satiated to- really give an extra thought to the rain that was pouring when he reached the southbound side of the Plus highway. Until, he remembered the massive floods that struck Johor last fourth quarter, for it was about the same time a year ago that the unexpected deluge devastated a good part of the southern most state.
A foreboding thought hit him, could it be the same thing happening again. Somehow, his fears did not allay, whence his eyes caught the awesome vista into the horizon ahead. The black hued albeit rolling overcast sky, casting a sullen shadow over the drenched early morning landscape.
As the truck did not seem to experience any problem gaining speed in the rain, coupled with its peculiar, ‘higher than a car’ seating arrangement, papa had an unusually clear view of the road ahead. Speeding on, papa’s uneasy feeling that he harbored, earlier on, somewhat abated, as if a divine like voice inside, kept him reassured, that everything is going to turn out o.k. A gut feeling that he consistently relied on- each, and every time, there is an uncertain outcome, looming around the corner. An unmentionable portend, most would not prefer discussing but will have to face, regardless, should the ‘adversity’ arrived. All, in all, to The Almighty, we supplicate.
The rain did not seem to run its course, it poured with the same intensity all the way to the Tangkak Toll Complex. The grayish sky stretched across the horizon, with, nay a hint of sunlight behind it. The forecast could not be optimistic, however so, one attempted to placate, one’s forebodings. The rivers, distending underneath the paved Federal Tarmacs, appeared to- ever burst their banks, each time papa took cursory glances whilst navigating amidst the outpourings.
Strangely, the ubiquitous ditches alongside the roads did not altogether, seemed to be overflowing together with the swampy, peat-like soil they were, supposed to, gradually dehydrate; ne’er inundated. Suddenly a ray of sunlight along with light blue clouds were vividly, visible- leftmost into the yonder, it was smack above where Bukit Tengkorak should be. Alhamdullillah (Praise Be: To God), whispered papa!
A foreboding thought hit him, could it be the same thing happening again. Somehow, his fears did not allay, whence his eyes caught the awesome vista into the horizon ahead. The black hued albeit rolling overcast sky, casting a sullen shadow over the drenched early morning landscape.
As the truck did not seem to experience any problem gaining speed in the rain, coupled with its peculiar, ‘higher than a car’ seating arrangement, papa had an unusually clear view of the road ahead. Speeding on, papa’s uneasy feeling that he harbored, earlier on, somewhat abated, as if a divine like voice inside, kept him reassured, that everything is going to turn out o.k. A gut feeling that he consistently relied on- each, and every time, there is an uncertain outcome, looming around the corner. An unmentionable portend, most would not prefer discussing but will have to face, regardless, should the ‘adversity’ arrived. All, in all, to The Almighty, we supplicate.
The rain did not seem to run its course, it poured with the same intensity all the way to the Tangkak Toll Complex. The grayish sky stretched across the horizon, with, nay a hint of sunlight behind it. The forecast could not be optimistic, however so, one attempted to placate, one’s forebodings. The rivers, distending underneath the paved Federal Tarmacs, appeared to- ever burst their banks, each time papa took cursory glances whilst navigating amidst the outpourings.
Strangely, the ubiquitous ditches alongside the roads did not altogether, seemed to be overflowing together with the swampy, peat-like soil they were, supposed to, gradually dehydrate; ne’er inundated. Suddenly a ray of sunlight along with light blue clouds were vividly, visible- leftmost into the yonder, it was smack above where Bukit Tengkorak should be. Alhamdullillah (Praise Be: To God), whispered papa!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
HE AINT HEAVY
Papa felt a bit of remorse, he did the most cowardly act- he participated in the enterprise of self- censorship. Having deleted his latest post, papa quite nearly, lost the impetus to write, the one subject that really fired him from inside, however could not become the basis for his ‘world views’. Veritably, his penmanship, was from the onset, only for narratives, everyday stories that don’t say much, mostly anecdotal in form and substance
He was truly contented writing about his irrelevant exploits amidst the karaoke and dangdut halls interspersed around K.L, until he realized there are loftier subjects he could dabble- upon. Politics- being one. An altruistic notion innermost of him, yet the realities outside could not be- in agreement, most of times, with the praxis of the field of study. It’s, not about the much elevated, commandments, as regards the ruler and the ruled or the fable like, ‘The Good King and Queen’ perpetually dispatching benevolence and glad tidings over their loyal subjects. It’s, about power, raw and blatant, not really, any other way about it. Undeniably also, the furtherance to the said proposition- the entailing ‘perks’ or rather, the much ‘moneyed’ situation. Altogether, beyond papa’s, realm of ‘being’, or should a more appropriate term be applied-‘existence’. Some how or rather, the very word ‘Politics’ too, is quite inadequate without- it’s conjunctive ‘Real Politik’. Much liked, a ‘what should be’ as opposed to, a ‘what really is’ predicament.
Perhaps, this altogether ‘conundrum’ requires a unique and peculiar set of people, of whom, are inborn with the aptitudes to, actively partake, into all its intricate inner workings, the so called- ‘politicians’. Thenceforth, the most recent: ‘development,’- one side, calling, for a complete overhaul of the ‘process’, and the other- not really wanting to change. There are, granting truth be told, the preconditions to the process that must be complied with for it to ‘wholesomely’ work, failing which, would only discredit the entire operation. Thus, the one party exclaiming for the whole procedure be ‘upped’ to a level nearing ‘first world’ justifications and the other completely satisfied with a perfectly workable, albeit ‘locally accustomed’ configuration.
Either way, the process should ‘evolved’ for the better given time, but that’s really the ‘politicians’ dominions’ and their ‘cups of tea’, papa could only be the near degenerate middle aged has-been who will keep on rambling to no end, too afraid to even harbor a bit of a ‘conscience’, lest the proverbial ‘boat be rocked’.
He was truly contented writing about his irrelevant exploits amidst the karaoke and dangdut halls interspersed around K.L, until he realized there are loftier subjects he could dabble- upon. Politics- being one. An altruistic notion innermost of him, yet the realities outside could not be- in agreement, most of times, with the praxis of the field of study. It’s, not about the much elevated, commandments, as regards the ruler and the ruled or the fable like, ‘The Good King and Queen’ perpetually dispatching benevolence and glad tidings over their loyal subjects. It’s, about power, raw and blatant, not really, any other way about it. Undeniably also, the furtherance to the said proposition- the entailing ‘perks’ or rather, the much ‘moneyed’ situation. Altogether, beyond papa’s, realm of ‘being’, or should a more appropriate term be applied-‘existence’. Some how or rather, the very word ‘Politics’ too, is quite inadequate without- it’s conjunctive ‘Real Politik’. Much liked, a ‘what should be’ as opposed to, a ‘what really is’ predicament.
Perhaps, this altogether ‘conundrum’ requires a unique and peculiar set of people, of whom, are inborn with the aptitudes to, actively partake, into all its intricate inner workings, the so called- ‘politicians’. Thenceforth, the most recent: ‘development,’- one side, calling, for a complete overhaul of the ‘process’, and the other- not really wanting to change. There are, granting truth be told, the preconditions to the process that must be complied with for it to ‘wholesomely’ work, failing which, would only discredit the entire operation. Thus, the one party exclaiming for the whole procedure be ‘upped’ to a level nearing ‘first world’ justifications and the other completely satisfied with a perfectly workable, albeit ‘locally accustomed’ configuration.
Either way, the process should ‘evolved’ for the better given time, but that’s really the ‘politicians’ dominions’ and their ‘cups of tea’, papa could only be the near degenerate middle aged has-been who will keep on rambling to no end, too afraid to even harbor a bit of a ‘conscience’, lest the proverbial ‘boat be rocked’.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
THE SWING
Lugging his slightly oversized golf bag, papa crossed the road fronting the renowned golf driving range situated right in the centre of K.L. Having placed his golf bag behind the slot he wanted to practice his swing, papa proceeded to the counter in order to purchase the compulsory one hundred balls. Taking his time, papa changed his pvc dark walking shoes into proper golf footwear.
MR Aru, the resident Pro, his back towards papa appeared a bit engrossed, correcting his student’s ‘swing’ posture. Upon turning, he saw papa, who was nearly fifteen feet or about three or four slots away. MR Aru waved to papa, amiably greeting him with his usual yet inimitable “Good Morning Abang!” Papa answered “Same to you, Sir, Good Morning- Good Morning”. Papa makes it a point to always call MR Aru: Sir, as he was papa’s golf teacher- the quintessential Golf Pro, and apparently still is, since papa still seek his advice from time to time, to the extent of taking refresher classes once in a while.
Golf to papa is not an easy sports what’s with some enthusiasts even calling it an acquired skill. The body has to attain a level of flexibility in order to execute the much mentioned ‘easy’ or ‘fluid’ swing. Young golfers having been trained since tender ages do not have the innate ‘stiff’ or the quite ‘hardened ‘muscles inherent in older players. To condition these indolent ‘sinews’, a ‘late starter’ not unlike papa may need to increase his or her ‘practice swings’ by shooting ever more balls at the driving range. It’s the upper body muscles that all in all needed the impetus to ‘grind’ ever more since the ‘back swing’ must be pushed back all the more so and the ‘down swing’ should be ‘released’ to the full- following through with a ‘complete’ and ‘robust’ shoulder turn. Without exception the legs must be ‘taught’ to be ‘sturdy’ and ‘steady’, failing which the body will ‘wobble’ along with the swing thus executing the much erroneous ‘left pull’ procedure.
That’s why, until today, papa would always hear Mr Aru’s soft and gentle words at the back of his mind whenever he’s about to take his ‘swing’ reiteratively “swing kasi lepas, jangan tahan”- release your swing, don’t hold back, “follow through mesti ada”- there must be the follow through, “grip jangan kasi longgar”- do not loosen your grip, and last but not least- “badan jangan kasi goyang”- don’t ever allow the body to wobble.
KEEP ON GOLFING!
MR Aru, the resident Pro, his back towards papa appeared a bit engrossed, correcting his student’s ‘swing’ posture. Upon turning, he saw papa, who was nearly fifteen feet or about three or four slots away. MR Aru waved to papa, amiably greeting him with his usual yet inimitable “Good Morning Abang!” Papa answered “Same to you, Sir, Good Morning- Good Morning”. Papa makes it a point to always call MR Aru: Sir, as he was papa’s golf teacher- the quintessential Golf Pro, and apparently still is, since papa still seek his advice from time to time, to the extent of taking refresher classes once in a while.
Golf to papa is not an easy sports what’s with some enthusiasts even calling it an acquired skill. The body has to attain a level of flexibility in order to execute the much mentioned ‘easy’ or ‘fluid’ swing. Young golfers having been trained since tender ages do not have the innate ‘stiff’ or the quite ‘hardened ‘muscles inherent in older players. To condition these indolent ‘sinews’, a ‘late starter’ not unlike papa may need to increase his or her ‘practice swings’ by shooting ever more balls at the driving range. It’s the upper body muscles that all in all needed the impetus to ‘grind’ ever more since the ‘back swing’ must be pushed back all the more so and the ‘down swing’ should be ‘released’ to the full- following through with a ‘complete’ and ‘robust’ shoulder turn. Without exception the legs must be ‘taught’ to be ‘sturdy’ and ‘steady’, failing which the body will ‘wobble’ along with the swing thus executing the much erroneous ‘left pull’ procedure.
That’s why, until today, papa would always hear Mr Aru’s soft and gentle words at the back of his mind whenever he’s about to take his ‘swing’ reiteratively “swing kasi lepas, jangan tahan”- release your swing, don’t hold back, “follow through mesti ada”- there must be the follow through, “grip jangan kasi longgar”- do not loosen your grip, and last but not least- “badan jangan kasi goyang”- don’t ever allow the body to wobble.
KEEP ON GOLFING!
Friday, November 2, 2007
Dear anonymous
Dear anonymous, papa as of now is still studying the inner workings of the laptop, having mastered a bit of the rudiments- the transference from my documents to the blog and the editing part. However he will consult with Jinair and Dinno as regards your goodself’s request and will implement it soonest possible…CHEERS!
Rererring to the dress code appropriate for a dangdut night out, anything decent really, except for shorts and shoes are a must- no sandals or slippers..Happy dangduting!
Rererring to the dress code appropriate for a dangdut night out, anything decent really, except for shorts and shoes are a must- no sandals or slippers..Happy dangduting!
BRO K RANG
Whilst singing at home, karaoke style, late in the afternoon, Bro K called, he mentioned about the group of which Bubbly Anne’s singing- going to perform their last gig that night being the last day of the month and the last night of a completed three months ‘performance ‘ contract. Papa was not really surprised since he had known about it sometime back, whilst parading as the indeterminate cum bogus ‘Dato Papa’ , until quite recently. Bro K did not say much beside his usual yet infectious introductory remarks, this time mimicking a pot bellied, batik attired, employment agency juragan from across the shores. He just added the terse but indelible “well are you going ?”. Somehow vivid images of Wati k, Aida, Mama, Kak Maton, Bubbly Anne, Jimmy; Lan and Marcel Lee came to papa’s mind. Having heard that short but a bit ‘questioningly’ like intonation emanating from Bro K lips inadvertently brought back rushes of memories markedly of K lounge, the dancing hall where it was all played out- the ‘Dato Papa theatrics, the Dato’ that never was.
Although friends may have had heard enough of this negligible ‘Dato’ escapades, for papa however, they were quite the ‘watershed’ type experiences that in a way affected papa deeply. The epiphanies that verily trundled his psyche, even when the underlying premise were completely false, the revelations of which made him ever more sagacious, in respect of the peculiar workings of society’s elites even though he might be imprecise on all counts. The ‘charade’ that essentially ‘elevated’ papa’s insignificant persona to a level never before imagined much like a stammering village idiot from Bukit Tengkorak suddenly upraised to become an honorary club committee member of a ‘by recommendations only’ super privileged establishment not unlike being invited to join an ultra arcane dwelling house together with all it’s queer yet fantastical rites and rituals. Being latently a ‘holey’- oops sorry ‘holy man, papa could not really reconcile his conscience with his new found ‘delightful circumstances’. Having juxtaposed K lounge alongside the bogus ‘Dato’ dramatics, papa just had to decline Bro K’s invitation. Upon remembering Pak Mi’s secret affection for bubbly Anne, papa suggested Bro K called him.
Ever the ‘stoic’ personality, Pak Mi does elicit charm whenever he’s around. Even though slightly larger than life, Pak Mi would not, in any wise, come rain or shine, compromise on- his near resplendent ‘dress code’. Ever the flamboyant dresser Pak Mi, in one way or another does make any attire he dons on- appears far from garish if not altogether ‘pleasing’ to look at. Having been with Bro K and papa along with the rest of the jvc from the beginning of the K lounge cum bogus ‘Dato’ tomfooleries, Pak Mi was well acquainted with all the protagonists within the inconsequential yet littlest ‘Pseudo Personnage’ saga. Thus, Bubbly Anne, of whom would rushed to Pak Mi whenever she’s on break from singing, snuggled up to him- amidst his enormous belly, and lovingly called him-her long lost pillow!
The insuppresible Pak Mi, one of papa’s three- closest bujang lapok friends- Orang Bujang kite!, The rest being unkel and old fempam. Should anybody knows pretty maidens the likes of NorFazura, Fasha Sanda or Adibah Noor and would like to introduce them to papa’s pok-pok-pok friends please contact papa’s longtime buddy-jinair at jinair.blogspot.com (old boy tu-pandai ngubat lagi), his handphone number is vividly etched topmost, right side of the blog.
It’s not that papa’s a bit higher than the rest so as not to reveal himself, The fact of the matter is verily- quite the opposite. He’s just too insignificant- a grey head of hair middle aged individual very much 'mediocre' and wholesomely non photogenic. Not your idea of someone to be acquainted with…Jantan cabaret pulak tu. Last but not least do take the time to view jinair’s blog- banyak gambar makwe- office mates dia lah…HA3!...Cheers…Wasallam…
Although friends may have had heard enough of this negligible ‘Dato’ escapades, for papa however, they were quite the ‘watershed’ type experiences that in a way affected papa deeply. The epiphanies that verily trundled his psyche, even when the underlying premise were completely false, the revelations of which made him ever more sagacious, in respect of the peculiar workings of society’s elites even though he might be imprecise on all counts. The ‘charade’ that essentially ‘elevated’ papa’s insignificant persona to a level never before imagined much like a stammering village idiot from Bukit Tengkorak suddenly upraised to become an honorary club committee member of a ‘by recommendations only’ super privileged establishment not unlike being invited to join an ultra arcane dwelling house together with all it’s queer yet fantastical rites and rituals. Being latently a ‘holey’- oops sorry ‘holy man, papa could not really reconcile his conscience with his new found ‘delightful circumstances’. Having juxtaposed K lounge alongside the bogus ‘Dato’ dramatics, papa just had to decline Bro K’s invitation. Upon remembering Pak Mi’s secret affection for bubbly Anne, papa suggested Bro K called him.
Ever the ‘stoic’ personality, Pak Mi does elicit charm whenever he’s around. Even though slightly larger than life, Pak Mi would not, in any wise, come rain or shine, compromise on- his near resplendent ‘dress code’. Ever the flamboyant dresser Pak Mi, in one way or another does make any attire he dons on- appears far from garish if not altogether ‘pleasing’ to look at. Having been with Bro K and papa along with the rest of the jvc from the beginning of the K lounge cum bogus ‘Dato’ tomfooleries, Pak Mi was well acquainted with all the protagonists within the inconsequential yet littlest ‘Pseudo Personnage’ saga. Thus, Bubbly Anne, of whom would rushed to Pak Mi whenever she’s on break from singing, snuggled up to him- amidst his enormous belly, and lovingly called him-her long lost pillow!
The insuppresible Pak Mi, one of papa’s three- closest bujang lapok friends- Orang Bujang kite!, The rest being unkel and old fempam. Should anybody knows pretty maidens the likes of NorFazura, Fasha Sanda or Adibah Noor and would like to introduce them to papa’s pok-pok-pok friends please contact papa’s longtime buddy-jinair at jinair.blogspot.com (old boy tu-pandai ngubat lagi), his handphone number is vividly etched topmost, right side of the blog.
It’s not that papa’s a bit higher than the rest so as not to reveal himself, The fact of the matter is verily- quite the opposite. He’s just too insignificant- a grey head of hair middle aged individual very much 'mediocre' and wholesomely non photogenic. Not your idea of someone to be acquainted with…Jantan cabaret pulak tu. Last but not least do take the time to view jinair’s blog- banyak gambar makwe- office mates dia lah…HA3!...Cheers…Wasallam…
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
THE SCHOOLDAYS
Daman’s reply to papa’s latest post brought back memories long since repressed at the back of papa’s mind, hidden amidst the high school ‘angst’ that papa kept suppressed and restrained all these years. Recalling the ‘nascent times, papa couldn’t help smiling but far from ‘wryly’- neither sardonic nor contemptuous, rather ‘benign like’ if the term be fitting. Papa, all his life has this little handicap that used to get the better of him most of times. He has a speech impediment- he stutters or ‘stammers’- being the more often used synonym.
It must be said that stammering would not go away no matter how long one ‘suffers’ from it. The word ‘suffer’ may not be a teeny weeny politically correct, as people tend to be a bit more ‘patient’ with this ‘sub-grouping’ particularly so whence conversing with them.
They do have the advantage of not being overly pressured or hounded for little or no reasons, quite frequently as the cases were. Verily, a much benefiting precondition-the proverbial trump card to deploy- especially so, in a frenetic cum high-strung working environment. The stuttering person perennial problem is- he or she couldn’t be hurried, being overly excited would exacerbate the problem. Public speaking is a near impossibility, they would shun from it, if not avoid it altogether. It’s not incorrect then to presume that people having this impediment would brook a bit of an ‘incomplete’ presentiment, thus the much hackneyed ‘inferiority complex’. Exactly the situation papa was predisposed to. Making his ought to be ‘gleeful’ times at school a ‘chore’ he would like to disremember.
Papa must only, enounce his inmost apologies for recounting such macabre and odious narratives relating to his ‘inadequate’ secondary school episode. Such BULLSHIT really- considering it was thirty odd years ago. The inexorable yet all the more evolving exigencies but need not imperiled anyone. He was only thinking of himself, as Zul Gagap, not as a Johannian, the imploringly loftier existence, rather than as- an ex Jantan Kabaret albeit still occasionally patronizing kalabul dangdut!
Sorry for the ‘outburst’. Papa losing himself for a while there. But of course Man, I do remember Dear Indy, not only in name but also in entire physical makeup though he could be a bit weather beaten now. Regards to him should you happen to ring or meet him. Is he still overseas? I do have this affliction not remembering names but recognizing faces, more so- old school chums.
What papa would never forget was- all Johannians were gallant young boys then, upholding the school’s good name for always, most at present are the Chevalier Gentlemen as should be, with some, even bestowed with honorific appellatives. A few had transgressed, there must; inevitably, be the imperfections, however slight and one is a Dangdut aficionado! He3!...CHEERS MATE!
Coincidentaly, Indra or Indy for short also needed further mentioning, he was, as only recently revealed by Daman one of two authors responsible for coining papa's infamous nickname-'papalados', the other being Daman himself. Reason being papa schoolboy's affinity for 'smokes'- of the tobacco kind only-never imbued with any other stuff. He used to boastingly exclaimed to everybody back then that he had tried most of the newer brands-the 'lieautenant browns, the 'dukes, and the 'chesterfields',
among the few cigarette brand names papa still remembers. That must have been been how 'papalados' arrived, as 'lados' was another term for cigarette, the source of which papa's not quite sure of. Anyway, papa should stop: smoking that is, its expensive-8.20rm now compared to 1.10 during papa's schooldays time. They were also available in small packs of fives or sixes then. An unhealthy habit, must stop- buying- really, rather than smoking-ambik member punya!...HA3!
It must be said that stammering would not go away no matter how long one ‘suffers’ from it. The word ‘suffer’ may not be a teeny weeny politically correct, as people tend to be a bit more ‘patient’ with this ‘sub-grouping’ particularly so whence conversing with them.
They do have the advantage of not being overly pressured or hounded for little or no reasons, quite frequently as the cases were. Verily, a much benefiting precondition-the proverbial trump card to deploy- especially so, in a frenetic cum high-strung working environment. The stuttering person perennial problem is- he or she couldn’t be hurried, being overly excited would exacerbate the problem. Public speaking is a near impossibility, they would shun from it, if not avoid it altogether. It’s not incorrect then to presume that people having this impediment would brook a bit of an ‘incomplete’ presentiment, thus the much hackneyed ‘inferiority complex’. Exactly the situation papa was predisposed to. Making his ought to be ‘gleeful’ times at school a ‘chore’ he would like to disremember.
Papa must only, enounce his inmost apologies for recounting such macabre and odious narratives relating to his ‘inadequate’ secondary school episode. Such BULLSHIT really- considering it was thirty odd years ago. The inexorable yet all the more evolving exigencies but need not imperiled anyone. He was only thinking of himself, as Zul Gagap, not as a Johannian, the imploringly loftier existence, rather than as- an ex Jantan Kabaret albeit still occasionally patronizing kalabul dangdut!
Sorry for the ‘outburst’. Papa losing himself for a while there. But of course Man, I do remember Dear Indy, not only in name but also in entire physical makeup though he could be a bit weather beaten now. Regards to him should you happen to ring or meet him. Is he still overseas? I do have this affliction not remembering names but recognizing faces, more so- old school chums.
What papa would never forget was- all Johannians were gallant young boys then, upholding the school’s good name for always, most at present are the Chevalier Gentlemen as should be, with some, even bestowed with honorific appellatives. A few had transgressed, there must; inevitably, be the imperfections, however slight and one is a Dangdut aficionado! He3!...CHEERS MATE!
Coincidentaly, Indra or Indy for short also needed further mentioning, he was, as only recently revealed by Daman one of two authors responsible for coining papa's infamous nickname-'papalados', the other being Daman himself. Reason being papa schoolboy's affinity for 'smokes'- of the tobacco kind only-never imbued with any other stuff. He used to boastingly exclaimed to everybody back then that he had tried most of the newer brands-the 'lieautenant browns, the 'dukes, and the 'chesterfields',
among the few cigarette brand names papa still remembers. That must have been been how 'papalados' arrived, as 'lados' was another term for cigarette, the source of which papa's not quite sure of. Anyway, papa should stop: smoking that is, its expensive-8.20rm now compared to 1.10 during papa's schooldays time. They were also available in small packs of fives or sixes then. An unhealthy habit, must stop- buying- really, rather than smoking-ambik member punya!...HA3!
Monday, October 29, 2007
PAPA REPLIES
| It must be said that papa was verily overjoyed when he received such delightful comments from people who cared to view his inconsequential blog. The much trivial writings of a mid-aged ‘has been’, to where exactly-papa could never say, as he had been stuck mostly in K L. Perhaps to the local dangdut clubs of which the last visit was nearly three months ago. With this in mind, papa would like to explicate a bit further on the remarks of a certain anonymous about papa’s unique circumstances so as to allow him frequent patronage to dangdut establishments. Papa beg to differ, dangdut, should one take the extra precautions wouldn’t cost an arm and a leg afterwards. Be diligent at all times, request for GROs who don’t drink, booked for only an hour or two and not ordering the little extras-the buah-buah, kacang and scented paper towels. Be sure to ask the Mummy first-about whatsoever that need be inquired. The last time papa was there, he expended about seventy RM only. Not really ruinous to his budget as papa only goes dangduting about once in one or two months. Papa should one care to know- as much has been written, is middle aged. Added to that, he also has this little niggly thing frequently associated with people his age, he’s a diabetic .So to father a child having this condition wouldn’t be the best of ideas. Should that reciprocate another anonymous- ‘magnanimous’ remarks, papa convey his trillion apologies if his answer be construed as abrupt and blunt, he was, granting truth be disclosed, very honoured having read, the said anonymous’s remarks. If only he was 25 years younger. On being the diabetic as revealed earlier, papa is positive about it, never fails to take his pills and persistently monitors his blood sugar levels, verily, a modern fact of life, especially for people his age. Daman oh Daman, a longtime pal, the very person who coined the ‘Papalados’ sobriquet. Kudos to you, Bro, for taking the time viewing my little blog. Hope you’ll keep on hitting - my blog, that is.. STAY HEALTHY! The Yang Berbahagia Dato’ part also need be rectified, papa’s not one and quite far from being a candidate for one. Veritably it was just a joke played by friends, one being Dinno- the actual person who started this blog. The story was, papa, until recently used to send his short stories, sms style to close friends. Dinno, upon receiving papa’s sms kept them all in his Dopod, being one the most advanced handphone available, it does not succumb to the ‘used up space’ phenomena unlike papa’s most basic Motorola. Until one fine day that is, whence Dinno- ever the sentient soul suggested papa set up a blog. Papa who was really I.T. myopic then, didn’t even know what the thing was. Dinno who was used to jokingly exclaimed ‘Dato’ whenever papa’s around, just happened to playfully albeit innocuously- include the lofty appellative when initially setting up the ramblings block Well, as the story goes, papa’s is of now actively handling the blog with Dinno, from time to time, looking on. To be the language advisor remarked yet another ‘anonymous’, papa just had to decline. His English may sound bombastic and conventional: upon scrutiny, however, its full of holes and at most times totally out of context. So dear friends, hope this littlest reply from papa is commensurate to the exalted comments your goodselves rendered. Should there be any shortcomings, howsoever, do forgive him. Last but not least, please don’t stop- blogging- verily so!…cheers…Wasallam… |
THE SAWIT IMPERATIVES.
Papa waved at Squire Bobby the Planter, he was across the road from where bobby stood, having alighted from his vintage Honda motorbike, the preferred mode of transport in this quaint riverine cum coastal town north of Johore. Young or old, modest or ample, the townfolks seemed to be getting around very comfortably in their cubs or scooters consisting mostly of contemporary makes
Beckoning papa to proceed to Ah Luck ‘Kopitiam’ situated via a short backlane in between the shop buildings, Bobby made his way there whilst papa carefully crossed the visibly busy main thoroughfare. Having seated, Bobby ordered his favourite local blended Kopi O kosong. Papa, from his frequent sawit runs throughout the years has since acquired an implacable liking for the local brew preferring it wholesomely black without sugar, not unlike the Squire’s favorite cuppa.
Sipping his caffeine imbued beverage, Bobby asked papa what was the harvest like? Papa said it was quite O K, concurrent with the family’s smallholdings sawit cycle having run out its bottom line yield, thenceforth, pretty much on the way up. The only setback being the ever escalating operating costs with monthly operational debts owed to the Towkay Baja and Towkay Buah not seeing any substantial reductions forecasted or otherwise. Nevertheless the liabilities are still within the accepted limits, altogether serviceable and healthily conducive to a near upwardly geared sawit management style or in simple talk-“cukup-cukup cari makan lah”.- Papa’s unrelenting flair for the dramatics! Let’s just hope, sawit prices do not drastically plummet downwards to a fraction of what the prices were, not unlike the early 2000 bitter experience. If that happened, papa will sure “MAMPUS” one!
Bobby, sounding a slight disheartened apprised papa on the less than favourable production figures obtained from his plantation down south. Understandable, considering the at times, near temperamental nature of sawit, due to its strictly biological composition
There are occurrences whence no matter how much the amount of care and undue diligence rendered, would still not give the expected results. However the said condition will only be for a short duration and things will eventually and unavoidably go back to normal.
Meanwhile, emerging as if from nowhere, sauntered in a jelitawan- tall, well endowed though a bit lanky yet nicely proportioned, making her a much attractive lass. Of oriental persuasion, she couldn’t be a Muarian or even a Malaysian, for that matter. Papa seemed to notice whenever, he and Bobby had their coffee at Ah Luck, these girls happened to appear, sometimes a bevy of them- at one go. An explanation could be, them making Ah Luck their short cuts as the Kopitiam cuts through two main streets. If ever there be other reasons, papa and Bobby just do not want to speculate. In all likelihood, there would also be the not so savoury explications, one being, the girls belonging to a syndicate. As to what constitute the syndicate, papa and Bobby could not really elucidate further, for it’s beyond their sphere of activities or their understanding-matter of fact speaking, that is.
Returning to the sawit part of the story after much digressing, it must be said that in order to grow sawit successfully, wherefore, acquiring sizeable returns-size do play an important part. Unlike papa’s family holdings of which is quite marginal compared to Bobby’s total acreage, earnings, on papa’s part will to a great extent, be dictated by the vagaries of the commodity’s market. Bobby, on the other hand will be much shielded, due to his total holdings, buoyant liquidity and considerable resources.
Looking at his watch, Bobby had to excuse himself, for it was time to collect his son from tuition class. TA mate, see you in two weeks time…God Willing…
Beckoning papa to proceed to Ah Luck ‘Kopitiam’ situated via a short backlane in between the shop buildings, Bobby made his way there whilst papa carefully crossed the visibly busy main thoroughfare. Having seated, Bobby ordered his favourite local blended Kopi O kosong. Papa, from his frequent sawit runs throughout the years has since acquired an implacable liking for the local brew preferring it wholesomely black without sugar, not unlike the Squire’s favorite cuppa.
Sipping his caffeine imbued beverage, Bobby asked papa what was the harvest like? Papa said it was quite O K, concurrent with the family’s smallholdings sawit cycle having run out its bottom line yield, thenceforth, pretty much on the way up. The only setback being the ever escalating operating costs with monthly operational debts owed to the Towkay Baja and Towkay Buah not seeing any substantial reductions forecasted or otherwise. Nevertheless the liabilities are still within the accepted limits, altogether serviceable and healthily conducive to a near upwardly geared sawit management style or in simple talk-“cukup-cukup cari makan lah”.- Papa’s unrelenting flair for the dramatics! Let’s just hope, sawit prices do not drastically plummet downwards to a fraction of what the prices were, not unlike the early 2000 bitter experience. If that happened, papa will sure “MAMPUS” one!
Bobby, sounding a slight disheartened apprised papa on the less than favourable production figures obtained from his plantation down south. Understandable, considering the at times, near temperamental nature of sawit, due to its strictly biological composition
There are occurrences whence no matter how much the amount of care and undue diligence rendered, would still not give the expected results. However the said condition will only be for a short duration and things will eventually and unavoidably go back to normal.
Meanwhile, emerging as if from nowhere, sauntered in a jelitawan- tall, well endowed though a bit lanky yet nicely proportioned, making her a much attractive lass. Of oriental persuasion, she couldn’t be a Muarian or even a Malaysian, for that matter. Papa seemed to notice whenever, he and Bobby had their coffee at Ah Luck, these girls happened to appear, sometimes a bevy of them- at one go. An explanation could be, them making Ah Luck their short cuts as the Kopitiam cuts through two main streets. If ever there be other reasons, papa and Bobby just do not want to speculate. In all likelihood, there would also be the not so savoury explications, one being, the girls belonging to a syndicate. As to what constitute the syndicate, papa and Bobby could not really elucidate further, for it’s beyond their sphere of activities or their understanding-matter of fact speaking, that is.
Returning to the sawit part of the story after much digressing, it must be said that in order to grow sawit successfully, wherefore, acquiring sizeable returns-size do play an important part. Unlike papa’s family holdings of which is quite marginal compared to Bobby’s total acreage, earnings, on papa’s part will to a great extent, be dictated by the vagaries of the commodity’s market. Bobby, on the other hand will be much shielded, due to his total holdings, buoyant liquidity and considerable resources.
Looking at his watch, Bobby had to excuse himself, for it was time to collect his son from tuition class. TA mate, see you in two weeks time…God Willing…
Sunday, October 28, 2007
I SAY MAN- UNCLE!
Although the lighting permeating throughout the club can only be a bit dimming and overly slightly dark, the ever telling ‘goings on’ amidst the shadows were starkly visible, should one care to gaze longer.
Whilst dancing with Puteri, the first time he booked her, Papa couldn’t help noticing a group of patrons bunching up near one of the unusually long sofa like seating arrangements, flanking to the left of the dance floor. They were discernibly joyful though much inebriated. A certain individual from the obviously much joyous assemblage seemed to rake in a bit more interest from papa as compared the rest. He did steal a few fleeting glances at the fellow but veered away from directly staring as that would constitute a big no-no in dangdut club protocols if not any club for that matter. It could attract uncalled for situations- may lead to fist fights if not worst. Papa was more than aware of the conventions, being the seasoned player he was.
The said patron that caught his eyes numerous times was a septuagenarian among the thirty to mid forties entourage. He could be seventy plus if not
nearing eighty years of age.
Doing a sort of peculiar like geriartric shuffle- one or two minute movements to the front, to the back and to the sides regardless of any musical genres playing, be it in slow or fast configurations, he appeared quite oblivious to all that was happening around him. Somehow a couldn’t care less disposition emanated from his countenance. He did appear to be a bit light headed considering the more than few tipples he had from the sinister looking bottles cluttering the group’s table.
The GROs they hired were very relaxed and seemingly not at all inhibited intermingling amongst them, despite the group’s, at times, near boisterous antics. Must have been their ‘regulars’. The old chap, mostly than most did not appear to have any problems requesting the girls accompany him dance, albeit almost all adopting the infamous nonchalant ‘stare emptily in front’ deportment whilst ‘shuffling with him. They had no other choice but to emulate his uniquely ‘much subdued footworks’.
I SAY MAN UNCLE! ARE YOU ENJOY? I ALSO ENJOY LAH! FOR SURE WE ALL ENJOY ONE! COME HERE TO ENJOY- WHAT! IT’S A FREE COUNTRY ISNT IT? TO EACH HIS OWN LAH UNCLE YA! LIVE AND LET LIVE UNCLE! TOMMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY! SAMPAI PAGI!
Whilst dancing with Puteri, the first time he booked her, Papa couldn’t help noticing a group of patrons bunching up near one of the unusually long sofa like seating arrangements, flanking to the left of the dance floor. They were discernibly joyful though much inebriated. A certain individual from the obviously much joyous assemblage seemed to rake in a bit more interest from papa as compared the rest. He did steal a few fleeting glances at the fellow but veered away from directly staring as that would constitute a big no-no in dangdut club protocols if not any club for that matter. It could attract uncalled for situations- may lead to fist fights if not worst. Papa was more than aware of the conventions, being the seasoned player he was.
The said patron that caught his eyes numerous times was a septuagenarian among the thirty to mid forties entourage. He could be seventy plus if not
nearing eighty years of age.
Doing a sort of peculiar like geriartric shuffle- one or two minute movements to the front, to the back and to the sides regardless of any musical genres playing, be it in slow or fast configurations, he appeared quite oblivious to all that was happening around him. Somehow a couldn’t care less disposition emanated from his countenance. He did appear to be a bit light headed considering the more than few tipples he had from the sinister looking bottles cluttering the group’s table.
The GROs they hired were very relaxed and seemingly not at all inhibited intermingling amongst them, despite the group’s, at times, near boisterous antics. Must have been their ‘regulars’. The old chap, mostly than most did not appear to have any problems requesting the girls accompany him dance, albeit almost all adopting the infamous nonchalant ‘stare emptily in front’ deportment whilst ‘shuffling with him. They had no other choice but to emulate his uniquely ‘much subdued footworks’.
I SAY MAN UNCLE! ARE YOU ENJOY? I ALSO ENJOY LAH! FOR SURE WE ALL ENJOY ONE! COME HERE TO ENJOY- WHAT! IT’S A FREE COUNTRY ISNT IT? TO EACH HIS OWN LAH UNCLE YA! LIVE AND LET LIVE UNCLE! TOMMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY! SAMPAI PAGI!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
A PEARLY PRINCESS THAT IS NOT QUITE SO
Upon receiving Bro K’s sms, papa felt apprehensive, he would be alone at Mutiara. Much looking forward to his spontaneous yet amusing antics, papa did not really fancy going dangdut clubbing alone .
He ventured in, asking for mummy Shima- papa was a bit disheartened upon hearing she'd been down with the weather and was on leave for the night. Knowing her from Bunga Raya days, Shima is more than a friend to him, she was the long lost buddy from yore but recently found yet still plying the dangdut route. Shima’s replacement tottered up to him, smilingly inquired whether he wanted a GRO to accompany him for the evening. Since he’d got no other plans, papa gave the affirmative. Querying if ever an hours booking was appropriate and within the ambits of club policy, of which he got a ‘yes ‘ reply, papa requested for a girl that does not drink and can dance.
Her name was Puteri, not much a sight to look at but still pleasant- though.
It was her prancing on the dance floor that really mystified papa. He’d got that something that’s irking him all this while, in which, was a difficult slow dance maneuver he’d been trying to master all these years. Having Puteri in front ‘waltz’ style, papa initiated the few vague steps he knew. As if by magic, she’d just took off from there, bringing papa along, without a hitch. He truly felt like crying. He’d danced through all the demanding movements.
Alas, the slow dance part was over, it’s now dangdut’s turn, yet again she took papa along, only this time it was the upbeat tecno infused configuration. Papa, ne’er his woeful existence thought he would be able to render justice to this infernal, much fast paced cum fast thumping contemporaneous dangdut genre, but he did, albeit breathless and aching at the back
Unabashedly, Puteri took it all in stride whence papa heaped platitudes upon platitudes of compliments onto her- for being the ‘dance teacher’ he’d never expected. Probing, should ever she’d had a day off in a week lest papa would arrived unexpected, “she replied, not usually so”, papa promised to come soonest possible so as to again ‘swirled and twirled with the lithe but ‘plain’ Puteri Mutiara!.
He ventured in, asking for mummy Shima- papa was a bit disheartened upon hearing she'd been down with the weather and was on leave for the night. Knowing her from Bunga Raya days, Shima is more than a friend to him, she was the long lost buddy from yore but recently found yet still plying the dangdut route. Shima’s replacement tottered up to him, smilingly inquired whether he wanted a GRO to accompany him for the evening. Since he’d got no other plans, papa gave the affirmative. Querying if ever an hours booking was appropriate and within the ambits of club policy, of which he got a ‘yes ‘ reply, papa requested for a girl that does not drink and can dance.
Her name was Puteri, not much a sight to look at but still pleasant- though.
It was her prancing on the dance floor that really mystified papa. He’d got that something that’s irking him all this while, in which, was a difficult slow dance maneuver he’d been trying to master all these years. Having Puteri in front ‘waltz’ style, papa initiated the few vague steps he knew. As if by magic, she’d just took off from there, bringing papa along, without a hitch. He truly felt like crying. He’d danced through all the demanding movements.
Alas, the slow dance part was over, it’s now dangdut’s turn, yet again she took papa along, only this time it was the upbeat tecno infused configuration. Papa, ne’er his woeful existence thought he would be able to render justice to this infernal, much fast paced cum fast thumping contemporaneous dangdut genre, but he did, albeit breathless and aching at the back
Unabashedly, Puteri took it all in stride whence papa heaped platitudes upon platitudes of compliments onto her- for being the ‘dance teacher’ he’d never expected. Probing, should ever she’d had a day off in a week lest papa would arrived unexpected, “she replied, not usually so”, papa promised to come soonest possible so as to again ‘swirled and twirled with the lithe but ‘plain’ Puteri Mutiara!.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
DIALECTICAL DANGDUT
Papa once in a while forays into the dangdut realm necessitates a serious deep soul searching exercise on his part. Why must he champion such a derisory undertaking? An activity looked down upon by all and sundry. Little did they know that dangdut is actually a logical cum eclectic consequence of popular malay music descending through time and converging into present day acclamation albeit not quite agreeable by local music elites. There are negative type embellishments that are imbued into the contemporary dangdut experience.The not so savoury elements from the 50’s cabaret notoriety that inadvertently ensued popular malay club scenes untjl today. So called pundits do not far deviate from the truth when they could only be condescending if ever dangdut be conferred a cultural like appellative even though not officially. Somehow it couldn’t be categorized alongside the joget, inang and zapin.
It could be a little bit more politically counterbalanced should music-in all its multifarious temperaments persist together with its danceable features. In other words, what good will its much inspiring melody be if it couldn’t be danced to! Not unlike, the salsa and the samba-what elegance should they subscribe to if there weren’t the illustriously conjoined ‘shuffle and twirls’.
Music must have its dance elements.Thenceforth the dangdut or the cha-cha-cha for that matter, must one just listened with only spirits uplifted rather than joyously move to their synchronized frolicsome wiggles and footworks. Should the whole ‘experience be salubriously combined thereupon the gratification would only increase ten fold
Just go learn the dance: for sure you’ll loved it. But for now, dangdut can only be at the fringes, Its infamy surpassing itself. Do look for it,however, should one have the time, that is, its only played in seedy dangdut halls- amidst K.L’s rubbish strewn backalleys…
It could be a little bit more politically counterbalanced should music-in all its multifarious temperaments persist together with its danceable features. In other words, what good will its much inspiring melody be if it couldn’t be danced to! Not unlike, the salsa and the samba-what elegance should they subscribe to if there weren’t the illustriously conjoined ‘shuffle and twirls’.
Music must have its dance elements.Thenceforth the dangdut or the cha-cha-cha for that matter, must one just listened with only spirits uplifted rather than joyously move to their synchronized frolicsome wiggles and footworks. Should the whole ‘experience be salubriously combined thereupon the gratification would only increase ten fold
Just go learn the dance: for sure you’ll loved it. But for now, dangdut can only be at the fringes, Its infamy surpassing itself. Do look for it,however, should one have the time, that is, its only played in seedy dangdut halls- amidst K.L’s rubbish strewn backalleys…
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
A BONE OF CONTENTION
Cumbersomely reinstalling the newly charged battery, papa couldn’t help thinking about his forthcoming mandatory sawit run this coming Friday. His 4WD pick up of which has been stationary for the good part of nearly six weeks had given the dead battery problem, that’s the reason for the extra ‘heavy work’ earlier on. The truck seems to start well so the trip wouldn’t be much of a problem, Insyaallah..
Somehow his thought diverted to the quite heated discussion old fempan had with jinair the thursday night last week. Papa was then wrought with pressing the appropriate keys on his just acquired laptop. Quite a level of skill needed to reasonably chronologised the entire enterprise.
Papa did not really hear what the topic that was berated upon but the ‘gist’ that he got was its something to do with the esoteric being the overlord off all things-as contended by fempam and the fantastical possibilities that can be derived should all people, transcending entire borders dividing the world, acted in concert for the just one and only time in order to achieve that epic water-shed like heavenly inspired outcomes- as lectured by jinair.
Meanwhile, outside, a congregation of much animated young people was shouting and hooting at each other. Must have been an informal group meeting of some ‘multi level ‘ business, excited at the unexpected profits generated through their unremittingly efficient thus all the more effective networking. Such exhilaration, if only papa was twenty five years younger!
Inside, a near demented fempam vehemently defended his position with the unusually somber but stoic jinair not at all relenting- even a bit. Mexican ‘stand off’ like, the whole woeful affair concluded itself whence fempam and delpam excused themselves midway, citing reasons of having to be early at office tomorrow due to increased workloads. Papa went home nearly three in the morning after maneuvering the indeterminate laptop thingy with jinair as his teacher and guide.
Somehow his thought diverted to the quite heated discussion old fempan had with jinair the thursday night last week. Papa was then wrought with pressing the appropriate keys on his just acquired laptop. Quite a level of skill needed to reasonably chronologised the entire enterprise.
Papa did not really hear what the topic that was berated upon but the ‘gist’ that he got was its something to do with the esoteric being the overlord off all things-as contended by fempam and the fantastical possibilities that can be derived should all people, transcending entire borders dividing the world, acted in concert for the just one and only time in order to achieve that epic water-shed like heavenly inspired outcomes- as lectured by jinair.
Meanwhile, outside, a congregation of much animated young people was shouting and hooting at each other. Must have been an informal group meeting of some ‘multi level ‘ business, excited at the unexpected profits generated through their unremittingly efficient thus all the more effective networking. Such exhilaration, if only papa was twenty five years younger!
Inside, a near demented fempam vehemently defended his position with the unusually somber but stoic jinair not at all relenting- even a bit. Mexican ‘stand off’ like, the whole woeful affair concluded itself whence fempam and delpam excused themselves midway, citing reasons of having to be early at office tomorrow due to increased workloads. Papa went home nearly three in the morning after maneuvering the indeterminate laptop thingy with jinair as his teacher and guide.
Monday, October 22, 2007
THE PETRONAS TOWERS-A MODERN MARVEL
The dark hued silhouette of a betel nut like tree stood unwavering in the still night. Behind it, a backdrop of the ubiquitous apartment buildings interspersed with the odd tower blocks housing offices of numerous businesses. Amidst the organized clutter, in the distance, upended the Petronas Twin Towers. Ironic to the extent of: being the country’s namesake whenever the Nation is invoked. The twin beacons of progress, peace and harmony- beckoning peoples’ of the world to come visit this tropical paradise situated beside the length and breadth of the Malacca Straits.
An image so empowering and successful that the quintessential Malaysiana might be lost to it. The teh tarik, roti canai, nasi lemak and char koay teow to name a few. Quoting only the favourite gastronomic delights of K.Lites-Papa has his aberrant justifications..He’s afraid the illustriousness of his favourite cuisines be marginalized thus relegated to the fringes of the buzzing Metropolis. All the more losing their unique tastes and textures. Little did he realize that most of his preferred menus’ are already being factory rolled in mega 24 hr eateries, upmarket or otherwise, throughout the city.
Going back to the KLCC, its only apparent that prices for real estates surrounding it, must only increase thenceforth grabbed like goreng pisang panas by people from various Nations.The influx of money and cultures hardly known before A potpouri of mix adding to the already vigorously boiling melting pot that is Kuala Lumpur. A truly exciting development making K.L into any throbbing cosmopolis much like London, Tokyo or New York.
Not to forget the influx of migrant workers satiating the 3 D plus long hours job markets. Filling, particularly so, the mushrooming all day and night long restaurants all around the valley. As our own youngsters may not be ‘focused’ enough for the overly demanding vocations made available- entailing the unusually increased requirements for food outlet workers-the employers have no other choice but to heavily recruit, especially so, the sing song speak Myanmar boys and the quaintly staccato blurt Mollywood toughies.
Challenging times, perhaps, for the local authorities albeit for any authorities around the world having had similar experiences. Inexorable developments that any mature country need faced and dealt with. Thence, Malaysia, a truly wonderful place to reside in.
Kudos to all Malaysians for incessantly being the courteous and evermore kind hosts that every citizenry of every nation be proud of. Papa, neither the chauvinist nor the hypocrite welcomes all these dizzying extensions. The ever vibrant KAY EL!
An image so empowering and successful that the quintessential Malaysiana might be lost to it. The teh tarik, roti canai, nasi lemak and char koay teow to name a few. Quoting only the favourite gastronomic delights of K.Lites-Papa has his aberrant justifications..He’s afraid the illustriousness of his favourite cuisines be marginalized thus relegated to the fringes of the buzzing Metropolis. All the more losing their unique tastes and textures. Little did he realize that most of his preferred menus’ are already being factory rolled in mega 24 hr eateries, upmarket or otherwise, throughout the city.
Going back to the KLCC, its only apparent that prices for real estates surrounding it, must only increase thenceforth grabbed like goreng pisang panas by people from various Nations.The influx of money and cultures hardly known before A potpouri of mix adding to the already vigorously boiling melting pot that is Kuala Lumpur. A truly exciting development making K.L into any throbbing cosmopolis much like London, Tokyo or New York.
Not to forget the influx of migrant workers satiating the 3 D plus long hours job markets. Filling, particularly so, the mushrooming all day and night long restaurants all around the valley. As our own youngsters may not be ‘focused’ enough for the overly demanding vocations made available- entailing the unusually increased requirements for food outlet workers-the employers have no other choice but to heavily recruit, especially so, the sing song speak Myanmar boys and the quaintly staccato blurt Mollywood toughies.
Challenging times, perhaps, for the local authorities albeit for any authorities around the world having had similar experiences. Inexorable developments that any mature country need faced and dealt with. Thence, Malaysia, a truly wonderful place to reside in.
Kudos to all Malaysians for incessantly being the courteous and evermore kind hosts that every citizenry of every nation be proud of. Papa, neither the chauvinist nor the hypocrite welcomes all these dizzying extensions. The ever vibrant KAY EL!
THE DATO'S BOGUS-THE ATTACHING SCENES- THE CLOSURE
The late broery’s song ‘selamat tinggal sung by papa that Saturday nite at K lounge was verily a parting song for him. He wouldn’t want to go there anymore, for its there that’s he’s exclaimed as “Dato’ Papa”. The Dato’ that no one knows about, where in fact there was none. The Dato’s bogus and its getting into papa, basking in its self acclaimed glory.
He’s beginning to look silly, he drives a down to earth, bone shaking Iswara not a gleaming SLK, and that’s only one of the many inconsistencies. Further to that, he’s broke; only a few pennies here and there. Veritably a bluff he couldn’t shoulder anymore. Thenceforth to avoid anybody getting hurt, himself included; its sayonara Wati k, bye bye bubbly Anne, Da, Da aida and Auf Weidersehen K lounge. God Willing!
He’s beginning to look silly, he drives a down to earth, bone shaking Iswara not a gleaming SLK, and that’s only one of the many inconsistencies. Further to that, he’s broke; only a few pennies here and there. Veritably a bluff he couldn’t shoulder anymore. Thenceforth to avoid anybody getting hurt, himself included; its sayonara Wati k, bye bye bubbly Anne, Da, Da aida and Auf Weidersehen K lounge. God Willing!
THE DATO'S BOGUS-THE ATTACHING SCENES; A REVELATION
To a certain extent being elevated to a ‘Dato’ albeit a bogus one has its palpable peculiarities. Frequently treated like near royalties, one has to always project a salient image commensurate with the lofty title. In public places, not unlike K lounge, he will be amicably greeted, occasionally addressed to and pretty much left to his own thoughts, Distinctively only guarded remarks were accorded when conversed with.
A terrible predicament for a ‘manic person’ like papa lados of whom is as ordinary as your next door Pakcik Mail, Uncle Wong or Mr Raju.
The “Dato” designation, an illustrious and honorific appellative imposed by Bro K as a harmless prank but since then has taken a life of its own. Fortuitously, its only at K club that this dramatics been played and not anywhere else.
A terrible predicament for a ‘manic person’ like papa lados of whom is as ordinary as your next door Pakcik Mail, Uncle Wong or Mr Raju.
The “Dato” designation, an illustrious and honorific appellative imposed by Bro K as a harmless prank but since then has taken a life of its own. Fortuitously, its only at K club that this dramatics been played and not anywhere else.
THE DATO'S BOGUS-THE ATTACHING SCENES; A SAGACIOUS AFTERTHOUGHT.
Papa lados himself, as of late, has begun to believe the ‘bluff’. The character “Dato’ Papa” is beginning to have a life of its own. Convincingly ‘propped’ by the jvc, ‘Dato Papa’ imbued an element of respectability to the grouping. However the whole ‘charade ‘ might blow up in their faces; if played too often.
Papa can always skedaddle to Bukit Tengkorak and cower in a bush somewhere, licking his wounds.The jvc having nowhere to go except KL must then bear all the dignity and embarssment, but the Dato’ can always be blamed for being the ‘pretender’ albeit quite persuasively so.
It must be said that it was all a perfectly harmless ‘ruse’ and nobody was hurt however remotely. All in all, it could be surmised that, people, although initially; slightly irked, astounded and bemused will forget the whole ‘episode’ after only a few weeks.
A negligible ‘misadventure’ that’s unmitigatedly not pre meditated and wholesomely innocuous.
NB-The jvc is an acronym for the junior veteran club-a loose and not at all formal grouping, papa and his like minded cum like aged friends called themselves: though it must be said; they’re not so “junior” now!
Papa can always skedaddle to Bukit Tengkorak and cower in a bush somewhere, licking his wounds.The jvc having nowhere to go except KL must then bear all the dignity and embarssment, but the Dato’ can always be blamed for being the ‘pretender’ albeit quite persuasively so.
It must be said that it was all a perfectly harmless ‘ruse’ and nobody was hurt however remotely. All in all, it could be surmised that, people, although initially; slightly irked, astounded and bemused will forget the whole ‘episode’ after only a few weeks.
A negligible ‘misadventure’ that’s unmitigatedly not pre meditated and wholesomely innocuous.
NB-The jvc is an acronym for the junior veteran club-a loose and not at all formal grouping, papa and his like minded cum like aged friends called themselves: though it must be said; they’re not so “junior” now!
THE DATO'S BOGUS-THE ATTACHING SCENES 4
The slow staccato beat commenced, signaling a dangdut song was in the offing. Aida rushed to the table immediately in front of her, took ‘Dato’s hand but changed her mind when she saw Wati K gyrating to the music. She pulled Wati aside, whispered something to her, then lead her to the dance floor. ‘Dato’ tailed behind. Wati turned, faced him and they danced. Cajoled by Bro K, ‘Dato’ grinned from ear to ear throughout the entire dangdut number. He was truly happy, he got to dance with Wati. He hardly noticed PakMi beside him, dancing with Kak Maton and Bro K in front with Aida.
THE DATO'S BOGUS-THE ATTACHING SCENES 3- WATI K'S ENTRY INTO THE ENTIRE VISTA
Having accepted Bro K unobjectionable ‘dare’, papa circled the empty coke bottle 12 times. Losing all sense of balance immediately after, papa had to grab at the nearest item. Little did he know that the item was young Wati’s welcoming arms. Embracing papa gently, she graciously guided him to the bar stool where he sat, ashen faced. In her own little way, she really cared for the old bastard. Papa’s affection for her intensified.
Oh! What fun was that night! Anne found her comfy pillow again. Fempam chatted up Kak Maton. Unkel and Delpam had meaningful conversations with a ‘mature woman’.Delpam even getting a few dances as well. Papa got to sing and dance the dangdut and cha-cha with the ever affable Aida. The insuppressible Bro K got to be his beguiling best. Mann had a bit of a fever.
Upon conclusion of the exulting niteout, they all went home, back to their respective abodes and own beds except the jvc of whom stopped for late supper at Deen’s nasi kandar’.
Oh! What fun was that night! Anne found her comfy pillow again. Fempam chatted up Kak Maton. Unkel and Delpam had meaningful conversations with a ‘mature woman’.Delpam even getting a few dances as well. Papa got to sing and dance the dangdut and cha-cha with the ever affable Aida. The insuppressible Bro K got to be his beguiling best. Mann had a bit of a fever.
Upon conclusion of the exulting niteout, they all went home, back to their respective abodes and own beds except the jvc of whom stopped for late supper at Deen’s nasi kandar’.
THE DATO'S BOGUS-THE ATTACHING SCENES 2
The world’s a stage and people are merely players-to quote Shakespeare. So thus bubbly Anne, the pretty cum petite singer from K lounge. Mesmerized by ‘Dato Papa’, she still longed for him. Disappearing without a word, the last time they met, she hopes to see him again. Alas little did she know that ‘Dato Papa’ was just a character played by papa lados-the mid-aged bastard. Perhaps being twirled and swirled latin style ; the breathless young crooner was in a way ‘romanticised’ thus smittened by the bogus ‘Dato’.
But the ‘Dato’ would just be any Dato’ if not for the faithful but talented henchman played by our bro K. However the Dato’s friends too played their parts albeit subtlely. Especially so, when bro Joey invited bubbly Anne to ‘berlakon in his production house. Unlike papa, joey wasn’t acting. Veritably, he’s the real McCoy although not authentically titled yet-but very soon..Insy2! 2
But the ‘Dato’ would just be any Dato’ if not for the faithful but talented henchman played by our bro K. However the Dato’s friends too played their parts albeit subtlely. Especially so, when bro Joey invited bubbly Anne to ‘berlakon in his production house. Unlike papa, joey wasn’t acting. Veritably, he’s the real McCoy although not authentically titled yet-but very soon..Insy2! 2
THE DATO'S BOGUS-THE ATTACHING SCENES
The subdued lighting amplified the quiet but vibrant K lounge. A merry crowd near the stage sat mostly composed but obviously enjoying the club ambience. On stage, a lively three piece outfit played. The bogus ‘Dato’ danced a latin style slow number with the beautiful crooner after being invited, by her, moments before. The irrepressible bro K serenaded the ‘Dato’ and the surprised but delighted house crowd with a robust rendition of the late Broery’s “Biar Bulan Bicara”. Egged by bro K, everyone joined in. A magical moment, all the more enhanced when papa lightly ‘kissed on the cheek’; the jelitawan singer, towards the end of the song. In the fleeting instant, papa truly felt like an ‘Aristocrat’, notwithstanding the fact that he’s not and in most likelihood never could be..Maasyaallah!
THE DATO'S BOGUS-THE ADVENT.
How did it all emerge? This ‘Dato Papa’ theatrics. A just for fun horseplay at K club the first time papa went there. Initiated by Bro K, it somewhat commenced; when melodramatic as it may seem, papa made his undignified grand entrance into the dance hall. Bro K must have had that instantaneous epiphany to set in motion the inconsequential prank upon seeing him arrived. Pestering the band to sing papa a much belated birthday song together with inviting him dance with Bubbly Anne, the jelitawan singer, the stage was set. It started from then onwards, the ‘Dato Papa’ conundrum. A perfectly innocuous dramatics not at all duplicitous nor malignant and played only at K club, not anywhere else!
Friday, October 19, 2007
FLIGHTS OF FANCY
It would be quite wonderful to speculate a what if situation. Something relating to the jvc of any of its members. How would things turn should every one of them got into big money? The members ever skint for cash would have gone ballistic. Having received their equal bounties they would go berserk, buying new and gleaming cars, renovating if not purchasing newer and bigger houses, changing their dreaded wardrobes and last but not least actively partake in serious ‘make-overs’. They want to look good commensurate with the big bucks they now hold. Consequently, the proverbial ‘chase’ for the jelitawans only this time; near nothing could have hold them back. Going the full monty would be an understatement: they could now marry the attractive apamb..c..ns’should they want to if not one but three or more: illicitly!. What do they care-they are filthy rich
Papa as a case in point would be literally drowning in the excesses, smoking the most expensive cigars money can buy: the cohibas and Arturo Fuentes to name a few. Surrounded by pretty apams abound it would not be difficult be to envisage albeit lewdly the juxtaposition of the oversized cigars and the p..k..ibacins. Frenetically hedonistic and salacious at the very least.
Unkel with his seemingly heart condition would have gone over a couple of times-overkilled by astonishing circumstances. Bro Delpam would be laughing aloud every three minutes. He had gone crazy. That’s why God in his all knowing constituency would never bestow such abundance to the mid-aged has beens for they would only go mad or end up dead-unsure of their places in the hereafter.
Having displayed such fantastic and desperate synopsis as regards the jvc’s excessiveness cum debaucheries although mostly fanciful, papa couldn’t help recounting a longtime friend’s favourite phrase ‘berangan jangan lokek’ or never limit one’s daydream; even to the extent of becoming hallucinatory.
Profound apologies to his buxom buddies should they feel slightly perturbed having read this post. Papa hope his sahabahs could take it all in stride and in the name of harmless fun. We must if you will be forever thankful to the almighty yet ought not cease striving for the best no matter what our age. Insyaallah 2 !
Papa as a case in point would be literally drowning in the excesses, smoking the most expensive cigars money can buy: the cohibas and Arturo Fuentes to name a few. Surrounded by pretty apams abound it would not be difficult be to envisage albeit lewdly the juxtaposition of the oversized cigars and the p..k..ibacins. Frenetically hedonistic and salacious at the very least.
Unkel with his seemingly heart condition would have gone over a couple of times-overkilled by astonishing circumstances. Bro Delpam would be laughing aloud every three minutes. He had gone crazy. That’s why God in his all knowing constituency would never bestow such abundance to the mid-aged has beens for they would only go mad or end up dead-unsure of their places in the hereafter.
Having displayed such fantastic and desperate synopsis as regards the jvc’s excessiveness cum debaucheries although mostly fanciful, papa couldn’t help recounting a longtime friend’s favourite phrase ‘berangan jangan lokek’ or never limit one’s daydream; even to the extent of becoming hallucinatory.
Profound apologies to his buxom buddies should they feel slightly perturbed having read this post. Papa hope his sahabahs could take it all in stride and in the name of harmless fun. We must if you will be forever thankful to the almighty yet ought not cease striving for the best no matter what our age. Insyaallah 2 !
THE JELITAWAN'S IMBROGLIO
Lest we the middle-aged bastards think of only ourselves as the ones’ being perpetually short changed as regards young jelitawans, let us now put ourselves in the jelitawaan’s shoes. They for one wouldn’t be the aged old dumb blonde character- considering the advancement in contemporary education. In all respects they would all be diploma or degree holders. Therefore taking into consideration their intellectual levels- could it be possible: mid-aged has-beens the likes of papa; per se, would at all be appealing to them. Veritably, a perfectly inconceivable situation. The jelitawans’ being ultra smart creatures would never want to reduce their position; taking into account the more than ample incomes they’re earning by virtue of their educational strengths.
However success in all its multifarious and much glorified attributes could be the aphoristic ‘lures’ that will draw the jelitawans near. Mid-aged personages having in their persons the above mentioned properties would be hard pressed avoiding the jelitawans’ advances. Should one falls; then the one million plus condo together with the half million coupe, on top of the 25K to 35K monthly allowance for the jelitawan, wouldn’t even incur the bat of an eyelid from the awesomely wealthy but debonair,
Chevalier gentleman.
Papa; bar only duplicitous pronouncements; could not even near that unique disposition. To even contemplate he: along with his miserly few hundred ringgit; go jelitawan chasing and expecting positive results at that is preposterous in the very least. Even absurdity has its limits. F….k you papa! What were you thinking of ?.
However success in all its multifarious and much glorified attributes could be the aphoristic ‘lures’ that will draw the jelitawans near. Mid-aged personages having in their persons the above mentioned properties would be hard pressed avoiding the jelitawans’ advances. Should one falls; then the one million plus condo together with the half million coupe, on top of the 25K to 35K monthly allowance for the jelitawan, wouldn’t even incur the bat of an eyelid from the awesomely wealthy but debonair,
Chevalier gentleman.
Papa; bar only duplicitous pronouncements; could not even near that unique disposition. To even contemplate he: along with his miserly few hundred ringgit; go jelitawan chasing and expecting positive results at that is preposterous in the very least. Even absurdity has its limits. F….k you papa! What were you thinking of ?.
WHAT'S YOUR HANDICAP?
Just the other night; papa saw a slightly paunched man, pretty much like him;middle aged and greying. The only difference was; he had a jelitawan beside him. He does looked prosperous; dressed well and so does the girl. From first glance alone; people would know that they were not near relations. They had to be a couple. This chap must have tried for the better and got the girl. On top of that; he seemed to have the ‘dough’.However that formula alone wouldn’t have worked unless and until an extra element is added-the finesse part! Papa for one lacked this all important appendage. He knows this; except that he’s being apathetic and just doesn’t care. For the truth of the matter is: he’s not chasing. He only wants to show bravado by just talking rather than actually pursuing. He saw no purpose in pursuing anymore. Papa’s happy basking in his little niche in life.
The ‘golf’ albeit the world’s worst swing henceforth playing the public nine hole golf courses with friends of his golf standing- ‘homeless and hopeless’. The fortnightly visits to Bukit Tengkorak with Wak Mus- the toothless tiger from Sengkang. Traversing the length and breadth of Muar and Batu Pahat searching for delectable cuisines-the beriyani, asam pedas and early morning satay among the few and disparate.The very much mundaned activities of an ordinary man. Mediocrity at its unmoving best! Perhaps if he could squeeze just a few ringgit more at the end of the month whence the incomes and expenditures are balanced out; then and only then can papa go jelitawan chasing but what good would it be if only a few hundred be managed!
The ‘golf’ albeit the world’s worst swing henceforth playing the public nine hole golf courses with friends of his golf standing- ‘homeless and hopeless’. The fortnightly visits to Bukit Tengkorak with Wak Mus- the toothless tiger from Sengkang. Traversing the length and breadth of Muar and Batu Pahat searching for delectable cuisines-the beriyani, asam pedas and early morning satay among the few and disparate.The very much mundaned activities of an ordinary man. Mediocrity at its unmoving best! Perhaps if he could squeeze just a few ringgit more at the end of the month whence the incomes and expenditures are balanced out; then and only then can papa go jelitawan chasing but what good would it be if only a few hundred be managed!
DINNO'S PROTOCOLS
Harbouring deepmost presentiments for the young and vulnerable, papa does not really want to delve into the evil fetishes of his fellow human beings. The result of which would only wound him emotionally. The case of the little girl lost and found much later in a gym bag- deceased. The evil that men do wherefore prompting Dinno the de facto organizer of the ramblings blog (papa supplied the inputs) to construct such informative and instructive protocols.
Dinno ever steeped into the legalities of things, was not unfamiliar with words couched in much determinate terminologies as a result of him being quite an authority on them: he’s a lawyer.
On the other hand; papa’s writing style must only be flamboyantly daydreamlike, compared to the terse, uncompromising and judicious dapperness of Dinno’s penmanship. On that account;papa has only to look forward to more instructive texts in the future. Illuminating us all, upon the imperatives vis a vis the uncertainties of modern day realities. Kudos to Dinno, ever the sentient and compassionate soul
NB - Having studied the rudiments of laptop craft, papa is of now actively assisting Dinno fill up the ramblings block.
Dinno ever steeped into the legalities of things, was not unfamiliar with words couched in much determinate terminologies as a result of him being quite an authority on them: he’s a lawyer.
On the other hand; papa’s writing style must only be flamboyantly daydreamlike, compared to the terse, uncompromising and judicious dapperness of Dinno’s penmanship. On that account;papa has only to look forward to more instructive texts in the future. Illuminating us all, upon the imperatives vis a vis the uncertainties of modern day realities. Kudos to Dinno, ever the sentient and compassionate soul
NB - Having studied the rudiments of laptop craft, papa is of now actively assisting Dinno fill up the ramblings block.
THERE ARE SALESPERSONS AND THERE ARE SALESPERSONS
Dinno waved his right arm beckoning papa and jinair to come sit outside in the smoking section. Longtime Benny, the main man nonchalantly walked to the nearest table. Having seated; all four started to order the ubiquitous the tarik in all its subtle varieties. Dinno set forth the conversation by mentioning the sms unkel received from jelitawan w.t ; requesting him invest 15K with her to help top up her monthly quota. “She could at least arranged for an appointment instead of just sms ‘said Dinno. ‘15K is no small amount you know “ he continued. From then on, the conversation lingered upon the demerits and possible merits of being a marketing person. All the more riveting if such a person be a pretty girl. Benny recalled a lady executive still hounding him; imploring him to come view her financial products. He further maintained in most definitive terms his recalcitrant posture in not giving in to her request until and unless he felt like meeting her along with conditions attached. As to what the conditions are ? Only Benny is privy to. Jinair thence related his work cum holiday in the Philippines. Waxing lyrical about the young girl he came upon: how willing she was assisting him; preparing meals, seeking value for money accommodations and arranging for transportations. He could have easily gone further, but jinair, considering his ever dogmatic persona and assertive demeanour declined. Papa believed him. Benny interjected; recounting his working sojourn in another ASEAN country-the fantastic experiences amongst the girls; ever more beautiful and incessantly willing. Papa just had to replace his lost passport.
THE OLD FOOL IN LOVE
There comes a time in a mid-aged has been’s ljfe whence little gestures especially from pretty young things invoked sentiments long thought lost. If this happens, then one’s treading on a very thin line indeed. Should rationality be lost to base emotions; the outcome would only be ‘the fool in love situation’, only this time; it’s the much adaged ‘old fool’. Regardless of one’s age or level of maturity, the same textbook mistakes will be incurred again. The bewildered jelitawan of whom accorded the initial gesture as a sign of respect to a benign father figure will do a turnabout and concur ridicule and derision instead. It will be too embarrassing, However if you have plenty of money and is more than willing to flaunt it. The situation can only get conducive thus making the jelitawan tailing you!
As for papa, he’s all time broke…
As for papa, he’s all time broke…
Thursday, October 18, 2007
BALIK KAMPONG
Veritably "balik kampong"is very much an institution.A multicultural Malaysia thus giving "balik kampong"its peculiarly salient countenance inmost immersed into the context of "Malaysiana".The unusually long and substantial time off officially decreed but much awaited by all.A time whence overzealously excited Malaysians satiated with festive propensities and holiday spirits headed in throngs back to their small towns and villages.A visiting their ageing parents and childhood dominions.Calling upon old neighbours,relatives and friends.A time to recollect,reminisce and refamiliarise with much expanding families and relations.A very poignant chronology indescribable by words.One truly had to experience to plumb its markedly quaint presentiments.Verily Magical!
Sadly papa only got to know his dear old father in law,now deceased,only for a few years before he passed on.A grand old man residing in a small town located near the southern most tip of the Asian Continent.Tears welled in his eyes everytime he thinks of the old chap.Much kind,very wise albeit wholesomely modest.Steeped in old javanese lores and Petuas(ancient instructions).
All in all now,papa,the missus and the kids have only Kampong Baru,Kampong Pandan and Kampong Dato'Keramat to go back to.His mum is well and healthy staying near Dato Keramat.Lastly,a belated Selamat Hari Raya!
Sadly papa only got to know his dear old father in law,now deceased,only for a few years before he passed on.A grand old man residing in a small town located near the southern most tip of the Asian Continent.Tears welled in his eyes everytime he thinks of the old chap.Much kind,very wise albeit wholesomely modest.Steeped in old javanese lores and Petuas(ancient instructions).
All in all now,papa,the missus and the kids have only Kampong Baru,Kampong Pandan and Kampong Dato'Keramat to go back to.His mum is well and healthy staying near Dato Keramat.Lastly,a belated Selamat Hari Raya!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
MIRROR-MIRROR ON THE WALL
Having entered the box shaped elevator,papa couldn't help noticing the mirror like four surrounding walls.Being alone in the lift ,papa stared into the much vivid reflection in front of him.What he saw totally surprised him.It was a greying old man wearing an oily canvasslike baseball cap.The cap was due to the slight drizzle outside.No wonder the amorous like smile given him by the pretty young officer at the bank counter of which papa mistook for an unprovoked romantic advances that he did not reciprocate.It wasn't at all the twisted notion that papa surmised.Upon circumspection,the controversial smirk could also be construed as a kind gesticulation for an elderly avuncular or unclelike figure.She did call him uncle.Papa emitted a wry smile.He couldn't help thinking that the perfect jelitawan everyone else envisaged as his inconsequential"quest"had been found.She was the young mother to be that out of her heart invoked a very much affable gesture in the honour of;a lonely and near bitterlike old man.Proverbially speaking and veritably,beauty,as always, is not skin deep.It really comes from deep inside a human being.Tears welled in papa's eyes.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
SONGKOK MERENG-TELOK BELANGA!
Waaah..... Pk Mi has really got it made !! When asked by Papa whether he'd acquired the extra tall ~m. rajoli~ songkok? He replied he already had one and its well kept in the house. ~I wear it only with my telok belanga baju melayu ~ he reiterated. When inquired what he bought whence shopping post berbuka earlier on this evening ? He mentioned ~baju cekak musang with all its attendant accessories but the songkok must be of normal height he further illuminated. The captivating dramatics that transpired when Papa made a courteous call to him just after berbuka. My salutations to you Pk Mi for being the foremost style conscious creature Papa had ever known. Although having a slightly challenging physique, Pk Mi knows how to dress, kudos to Pk Mi ever the effervescent ~ melayu baru ~ !!!
Selamat Hari Raya !!
Alas ! the fasting month is reaching its glorious conclusion and whence muslims of all persuasions celebrate a special and auspicious day. The 1st of Syawal, the aidul fitri, a day of victory. Thenceforth the joyous merry making in meetings of relations, neighbours and friends. The splendid yet much delectable cuisines, the unique concoctions of beverages together with desserts and quaint festive biscuits served. How have we all endured harsh heaty month. The dual against our basic nafsu along with the littlest trials and tribulations. Did we come out victorious ? Lest the hari raya to celebrate. Could it be not magnanimousto to not now pronounce the commensurate greetings and seeking of forgiveness on whats visible and not quite so.
SELAMAT HARI RAYA, MAAF ZAHIR BATIN... from non other than Papalados & family !!
SELAMAT HARI RAYA, MAAF ZAHIR BATIN... from non other than Papalados & family !!
Monday, September 24, 2007
White Coffee Style Blogger
The congregation of the numerous young and beautiful people coming in and out of the quaint up-market kopi kadei bear witness to the recently unearthed popularity of old kopitiam ~regurgitated~. An object of lore ~made overed~, should the terminology be permitted. Papa sat all hunched up, warming the equally poignant furniture item commensurate with the ~whole concept~ of the place, the ubiquitous heavy wooden stool with thick marble top. Whilst catching glimpses of jelitawans abound, Dinno arrived carrying an unusually large backpack like bag. He brought the quintessential ~laptop~ along. A device so necessary yet much mundaned in contemporary ruminations. Statue like Papa stared into the computer viewing the latest on the blog. Veritably Papa is quite IT myopic.
Dinno, ever the savvy IT maestro manipulated the indeterminate contraption masterfully. For, if verity be invoked, it was Dinno who insisted Papa on setting up a blog instead of just writing sms like to friends. Until last week whilst contemplating on the idea, Dinno called informing him, the blogs already in the net. Meanwhile, at the next table longtime Benny ~the main man interjected with his irrepresible but affable trademark remarks ~white coffee style~!
Dinno, ever the savvy IT maestro manipulated the indeterminate contraption masterfully. For, if verity be invoked, it was Dinno who insisted Papa on setting up a blog instead of just writing sms like to friends. Until last week whilst contemplating on the idea, Dinno called informing him, the blogs already in the net. Meanwhile, at the next table longtime Benny ~the main man interjected with his irrepresible but affable trademark remarks ~white coffee style~!
Misty Water Coloured Memories... of Days Gone By....
On Ramadhans late evenings or early mornings, particularly post sahur, whence the stillness of the dark hued heavens imbued into the quaint constituency of the situation, Papa inadvertently did a little reminiscing. A perculiarly nostalgic excursion to no avail or into nothingness, of the romantically poignant early mid-summer evening's walk along London's embankment many many years ago. Whenceforth flippant emotions turned sentimental. Should a love interest be alongside, during that magical moment perchance a marriage proposition could have been contemplated if not actually pronounced. It was sooo romantic.
Although never has he been to Venice, the simile of the enamoured couple in the gondola could be invoked particularly so when serenaded side long by the gondolier. Perhaps Papa wanted to relieve these fleeting moments of nostalgia, the profoundly so called ~water shed~ like occurences throughout his rueful existences. In other words, Papa only wanted to relieve his lost youth, rekindling memories that should have long ago be discarded into the dustbins of history. Undeniably leading him to spent all excess energy into perenially chasing after the perfect jelitawan, of whom, in the very least is wholesomely ~mythical~!
Although never has he been to Venice, the simile of the enamoured couple in the gondola could be invoked particularly so when serenaded side long by the gondolier. Perhaps Papa wanted to relieve these fleeting moments of nostalgia, the profoundly so called ~water shed~ like occurences throughout his rueful existences. In other words, Papa only wanted to relieve his lost youth, rekindling memories that should have long ago be discarded into the dustbins of history. Undeniably leading him to spent all excess energy into perenially chasing after the perfect jelitawan, of whom, in the very least is wholesomely ~mythical~!
A Sentimental Nite... But Where Is Wati (k) ?
...Somehow an air of consternation permeated through K lounge the moment Papa entered the club. The insuppresibly manic Bro K rushed towards him, amicably greeting him with arms outstretched. The club wasn't that full except for a group flocking together in front of the dance floor. The band was playing a catchy up-beat tune. The night was no different, much like any other nights but why must Papa feel a bit apprehensive. After finding his usual seat by the bar, Papa felt more relaxed. Fem and Del arrived a bit late after choosing the long way coming here. Mama emerged as if from nowhere. Upon seated she related bubbly Anne's unfortunate incident a day before puasa whilst Bro K intently listened. Papa stood upright trying to catch sight of Wati (k), she wasn't around, it was her off day when told later.
~An off day on a Saturday nite!! .....hmmm.. something must be up with her~ thought Papa. Meanwhile Aida and Anne joined the little coterie of friends at the bar. Chatting and laughing at Bro K's amusing antics. The ambience loosened into more laid back cum casual mood. Papa, ever more relax, partake a little more intensely into the carmarederie, his minutiae imbroglio thenceforth ignored, even for awhile, the ~Dato Papa's~charade.~Well~, thought Papa, everythings seemed swell~. But why the broody bit earlier on ? Hmmm.... perhaps the non-presence of Wati (k), tonite of all nites, he thought again~ .. still pondering, Papa drove out of the club's main entrance, elated after having invited to sing the deeply sentimental number, ~Selamat Tinggal~ popularised by the late Broery Marantika....
~An off day on a Saturday nite!! .....hmmm.. something must be up with her~ thought Papa. Meanwhile Aida and Anne joined the little coterie of friends at the bar. Chatting and laughing at Bro K's amusing antics. The ambience loosened into more laid back cum casual mood. Papa, ever more relax, partake a little more intensely into the carmarederie, his minutiae imbroglio thenceforth ignored, even for awhile, the ~Dato Papa's~charade.~Well~, thought Papa, everythings seemed swell~. But why the broody bit earlier on ? Hmmm.... perhaps the non-presence of Wati (k), tonite of all nites, he thought again~ .. still pondering, Papa drove out of the club's main entrance, elated after having invited to sing the deeply sentimental number, ~Selamat Tinggal~ popularised by the late Broery Marantika....
Friday, September 21, 2007
FAQ: Missing Child
How many missing children are found deceased?
According to a study by the State of Washington’s Office of the Attorney General, cases of abducted and missing children found murdered are still quite rare. Research has shown that between 40 and 150 incidents of child abduction murder occur each year, which is less than one half of one percent of the murders committed nationally.
What hours are most critical when trying to locate a missing child?
Statistics show that the first three hours are the most crucial. 76.2 percent of abducted children who are murdered are dead within three hours of the abduction.
How can I prepare myself in case my child becomes missing?
1) Keep a complete description of your child on hand.
2) Take color photographs of your child every six months.
3) Have your dentist prepare and maintain dental charts for your child, and be sure they are updated each time an examination or dental work is performed.
4) Know where your child's medical records are located.
5) Arrange with your local law-enforcement agency to have your child fingerprinted and keep the fingerprints in a safe and easily accessible place.
6) Keep a DNA sample from your child, like an old toothbrush in a brown envelope licked closed by your child, at room temperature in a dry, easily accessible place that is far away from heat.
What should I do if my child is missing?
1) Act immediately.
2) Search your home and check with relatives, neighbors, and friends to try and locate your child.
3) If you cannot find your child, immediately report your child missing to your local law-enforcement officers.
4) Limit access to your home until law-enforcement officers arrive and are able to collect evidence.
5) Give law-enforcement officers all the information they request about your child, and be sure to give them any information that could help in the search.
Aren't most missing kids a result of custodial disagreements?
The largest number of missing children are, from most frequent to least frequent:
1. Runaways
2. Family abductions
3. Lost, injured or otherwise missing children
4. Nonfamily abductions (in these cases, the child is at greatest risk of injury or death).
According to a study by the State of Washington’s Office of the Attorney General, cases of abducted and missing children found murdered are still quite rare. Research has shown that between 40 and 150 incidents of child abduction murder occur each year, which is less than one half of one percent of the murders committed nationally.
What hours are most critical when trying to locate a missing child?
Statistics show that the first three hours are the most crucial. 76.2 percent of abducted children who are murdered are dead within three hours of the abduction.
How can I prepare myself in case my child becomes missing?
1) Keep a complete description of your child on hand.
2) Take color photographs of your child every six months.
3) Have your dentist prepare and maintain dental charts for your child, and be sure they are updated each time an examination or dental work is performed.
4) Know where your child's medical records are located.
5) Arrange with your local law-enforcement agency to have your child fingerprinted and keep the fingerprints in a safe and easily accessible place.
6) Keep a DNA sample from your child, like an old toothbrush in a brown envelope licked closed by your child, at room temperature in a dry, easily accessible place that is far away from heat.
What should I do if my child is missing?
1) Act immediately.
2) Search your home and check with relatives, neighbors, and friends to try and locate your child.
3) If you cannot find your child, immediately report your child missing to your local law-enforcement officers.
4) Limit access to your home until law-enforcement officers arrive and are able to collect evidence.
5) Give law-enforcement officers all the information they request about your child, and be sure to give them any information that could help in the search.
Aren't most missing kids a result of custodial disagreements?
The largest number of missing children are, from most frequent to least frequent:
1. Runaways
2. Family abductions
3. Lost, injured or otherwise missing children
4. Nonfamily abductions (in these cases, the child is at greatest risk of injury or death).
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