Am I That Easy To Forget

Well I took a drive to Waterlily or what route familiar to take to reach the old dangdut club and of which bore many epithets before Waterlily came into being and upon reaching or what that I can gather of the old place except that everything has changed. Luck that the old old block housing the establishment is still around but painted and renovated to look gentrified and there was also an impressive lodging house in front - all prim and proper and looking at least three stars! Imagine that! Where were the Tomyam stalls when at prior were many and with customers coming and going in the hundreds regard less at witching or the wee hours? But they are still there even though arranged neatly and systematically 100 meters up ahead and sparkling clean cum wholesomely attractive. It was early about ten past ten pm but no sight of the old signboard or archetypes of signboards I was very familiar with but a state of the art and contemporary neon and huge notice board displaying "Waterlily Club and Karaoke Lounge" without any of the term  Dangdut mentioned! There I stood undecided whether to enter or not until a well dressed bloke in white sports jacket took a peep out of the front door and it was an ordinary wooden one normal sized and not wide and extravagant that one expects a famous establishment. Immediately he called to me to come in but I was rather perplexed and not really sure because the main epithet that should be displayed fully was not. Noticing I was hesitating he asked whether I was waiting for someone, I wasn't really so I asked whether Dierdre was inside? He gave a nod and a light chuckle and opened the door all the way for me. I entered the club that was dimly lit as usual but saw Dierdre in front, pretty as ever but this time attired in jeans and a light colored blouse denoting a utilitarian outlook or the clothes fit for a busy Club Mummy. She came close to me or to be near in order to converse or to hear clearly words uttered amidst music so loud and lively. I wasted no time in asking for a Hostess that can dance. She pointed at two or three girls still available that I chose the one looking the most energetic and built more to a dancer's physique. We sat down upon a nice couch ample for two persons and comfortable to be spacious for three. We talked on general topics yet not saying anything but typical of such rendezvous when the couch in front seated a lonely patron, waiting, until a girl arrived and immediately both gave each other mouth to mouth resuscitation! Ah! A couple in love and what a spectacle of them passionately kissing except invoking moments of physical embrace and at the same time exploring each other most deep and secretive domains. Something stirred in me but not enough to launch a projectile since so long not becoming spontaneously aroused. Besides there was no viagra in my possession and I came for the dance not sex whence dance is invigoratingly art - philosophically and sentimentally but sex is just plain physical, brazen and harsh. Perchance the couple in front is in love and what can love be but deep cum enigmatic! However its good to be heated up for such unplanned reason! Hohohohohohoho! A cha cha number arrived and I earnestly asked Lila or the sobriquet or the peculiar words utilized for her good and prodigious nomenclature or in other words - her admirable name. There we were on the dance concourse and I gave cue by swirling to the four steps starting with left two followed right two but Lila was stiff all over and her legs benumbed and not responding! She can't dance! Immediately my thoughts came to Dierdre plus why and in heavens name that she passed me this girl when I specifically asked for one who can or more than can - sway! Surely she knows the girls if not all of them and why's that she recommended three who's supposed to prance excellence and all apparently worst off wiggling! Perhaps there aren't such women anymore because dangdut is actually not like before and disappearing and inasmuch gone when its death should be earlier. A dangdut number after the cha cha but I continue the four step just to feel once more the mighty dangdut however salsa ing alone with a partner so dumbfounded and unresponsive! Yaya mentioned that she need be inebriated to joyously move but its really more the Malay adage of " Tak tahu menari tapi kata papan jongkang jongkit" or one who cannot dance blames the uneven dance floor! We went back to our seating arrangement and I courteously waited for a while but a second later asked for the bill and drove home after which.. I feel despair much like Emile Cioran's poem of perpetual despair when mountains don't laugh and birds don't sing yet the philosopher and Schopenhauer - a fellow logician were  perennially woe betide for a world so desolate and unfeeling marking her existence only; without concern for anything living upon and below her surface. Could be that they deride God for being indifferent and aloof most times, yet, God is most merciful and compassionate if men took to care the world and mother nature and of whom are God's own alongside men.. Platitudes can be cheesy but God is his own, already existing before nothing whence Cioran felt nothingness only in hopelessness and not eagerness in God's embrace. Descartes also concludes that perception is passive which of course it can be when one observes from afar without exploring not unlike dance when it is viewed only and not danced. Around the concourse and full and complete with all the twirls and swirls and spectacular dips at the end and in the middle! Hohohohoho! Yet, there I was outside the club, perplexed, bewildered and bemused with words of The sage Lao Tzu spinning around that the only constant is change, yet, I still pine for the old dangdut knowing fully well it could not be when dangdut becomes and becomes to no longer be. Leaving me all in all a dangdut aficionado dangdut forgets! Hihihi!

Kini Dah Tiba - Nassier Wahab & Salwa Abdul Rahman

The Club Mummy Is Back!

Howsoever that a nuomena or nuomenon can be but a thing in itself that none of senses can perceive yet to perceive and sense is phenomena or phenomenon to nuomena or nuomenon. But can it be phenomena in order to sense of nuomena or nuomena perennially stands on it own. Or phenomena for all since nuomena must always be tested to phenomena. Somewhat the universe can be nuomenal but phenomenal if not the nuomenal felt. Or must all things be felt or experienced or sensed. Spiritually, materially or sentimentally. Thence that I was so much moved to hear that the mummy is back and back as such at another dangdut joint called the Waterlily and in fact one of the oldest there is but for the number of names it was called prior. The fact that I came to know of dangdut and what it could be was through an unplanned visit to Waterlily when it was mentioned by another name and under a different Boss man. Ya Effendy brought me to the place and it was totally out of curiosity that I went  but was hooked till now if not for other dangdut establishments that brought me as frequent customer. However Ya Effendy stayed sane to not be a dangdut aficionado but a top earning salary man.Bro K hollered over the phone that Dierdre of Extravaganza is now mummy or Lounge Manageress for Waterlily. I was shocked dumb upon hearing and the entire self vibrated to sudden dangdut tones, overwhelming my beingness and the accompanying nothingness that changes to dangdut melodies and steps to songs ever more.. Hope of good dancing and pleasant moves reaches me and I say to myself that I must go soonest to Waterlily when Dierdre the Club Mummy can choose the best dancer and of steps so old and classy if for an hour or two of earnest salsa cum cha cha dangduting! 

Kalimah Toyibbah - Iwan Syahman

Can The Romance Be Forever Lost

That I could not have the feel that was paramount if ever a dangdut post be contemplated and uploaded upon this blog and that bears much the sentiments of a dangdut aficionado. Perchance that my spiritual journey been enhanced by frequent remembrance of God that I become hard and unforgiving when God is all love and forgiveness. The Arts and in its spiritual sense must include an element of tenderness and one that surpasses things material thenceforth could not and impossible to change to something hard and callous. Or that sentiments are always susceptible to wavering cum uncertain emotions. Sentiments can be emotions but ever soft, malleable and unchanging that emotions cannot ever be. Sentiments are infused with love be it nostalgia but nostalgia ever positive barring negative forever more. Of songs and splendid steps to tones and melodies yet soft, wholesome and deep, so deep that the heart feels and remembers and as a consequence words and epithets formed to enact a vista so lovely thus lasting. A narrative henceforth born that can never be replicated but in different forms from different venues in differing times.Art spiritual and never art material plus profit. And art portraying the Grand Maker of art herein his creation - the best of art. Sacred art no doubt but the profane too has art and in it a tad bit spiritual for spirituality persists in every form. 

Aryati - Hendri Rotinsulu

To Karaoke And Of Songs Long Ago But Soothing Evermore!

It was a balmy late afternoon that I took a drive to Kampong Pandan - an old cum quaint part of Kuala Lumpur and was a kampong of sorts - nostalgic of such but since has been so developed that only a tiny bit of romance associated since old remains. Prince was already at the planned venue with an office colleague but planning together an enterprise besides the industry they were currently in and I would not want to barge into their lively tete a tete. I arrived at about ten minutes past 5pm but Prince was just about leaving to collect his daughter at a nearby LRT station and to drop her at the house, however, mentioning that he would be back the next instant. His friend has already left due to another appointment not far away. I was alone in terms of not having close buddies around but definitely not lonely as there were many veterans just sitting with some playing checkers and others chatting amongst themselves. Having ordered a beautiful and not so sweet teh tarik I took a view at the stage in front where a middle aged chap was standing and holding a wired microphone while staring upon the screen of a medium sized TV set before him. He was waiting for the first of a list of songs that he passed to the DJ or karaoke operator below at the right of the stage. The intro to the song was playing but the cue to melodiously vociferate to the lyrics was not. When the words appeared and time to sing I was taken aback that the song was my ever favorite - Aryati! The chap who sang was quite out of sync with the entirety of the tune but he did make an effort yet not overly that can bring damage to the ditty. The sound system was marvelous even though the place was a sort of eatery with many stalls offering a variety of dishes along with the entire complex looking modest, equipped also, with a high ceiling thenceforth making an equally high roof, in company with, and designed foremost for the public: barring status and position. To all intents and purposes the place can only be decent and rather pleasing - actually. The final part of the song came and went but strangely there wasn't the applause after which. People continued with whatever they were doing and persons chatting, chatted on. It was like an ordinary and run of the mill happening that could be extraordinary for any given day whence a given day at the place has karaoke, alongside and perpetually, to not bear anything different. The singer too, went quietly back to his table to continue drinking his teh tarik or strong black coffee plus smoking his cigarettes and plenty left in the box. Seeming like the seniors have no concerns for any implications should the songs they sing bring utmost nostalgia that moves or to reminisce to bring about little historical facts long forgotten or could apathy be the order of the day. Howsoever there couldn't be such drama as to make the whole outlook so secretive and sinister as patrons were just enjoying themselves and to while away the lazy afternoons with none of any melodrama to associate with, and, zero of ramifications with regard to things to do to gain fame and immense sums of cash because there weren't any talent scouts nor famous entertainment company executives around. Only veterans and seniors and of whom have been around and most times in whatever littlest circumstances of life but with hearts that go deep and tender and not material that hardens perennially to not feel life and songs at all. Bob and Prince emerged at the same time and together the three of us continued to watch and listen - to likes - veterans and seniors - singing songs so evergreen and so soothing!