Archive for July, 2005

Little Havana - 23 July 2005

Saturday, July 23rd, 2005

So it was the usual awesome Salsa party at Little Havana. I was a bit concerned, ‘cos at one point, I was looking on the dance floor, and less than 50% of the couples were on time. I turned to a few people around me, and when I turned back, some were coming onto time, some kept drifting back off and on time. Sheesh, and at that point in time, there were at least 40% Intermediates on the floor…. time to formulate a new game plan.

I had some really good dances. Diyana came, and the Merengue was fun, and boy this girl can groove. Wendy’s Bachata getting a lot more smooth and with feeling. Ai Ling’s Bachata was a little smoother. I’ve noticed that there’s a lot to be desired with a lot of ladies who don’t really dance a dance, but just do a bunch of steps, execute a bunch of moves, and just try to follow. After a while, it looks boring, and lacks a certain…. *sabor*…. flavour, character, personality, a certain je ne sais par… well… *sabor*

Anwar came and I think he tried to dance some. It was good to see some old Beginners who we saw for awhile and just dropped out after B1 or part of B2.

Anyway, besides the usual suspects, it was really good to see Jimmy and Ike and a whole load of beginner guys. Jason looks like he’s back. It’s great to see girls like Marion start to really groove and dance.

By 10:30-11:00pm, the floor was packed and it was almost (not quite, but almost) hard to get a place to dance, so I danced on the mezzanine near the DJ/back area, furthest from the bar. By about 12:15-12:30pm, a lot of people start leaving. Maybe it was ‘cos there were just some crazy fast music played. Hmmmm, got to have the usual talk/feedback session with DJ Joe. But the hardcore’s stayed until 1:15am plus, plus!

All in all, a super-fun night of dancing! Sigh, it’s Sunday tomorrow and I think I have to get up early to clean my room…. *snooore*

Blasted Rain…

Wednesday, July 20th, 2005

My Nokia 6600 got caught in the rain. But hell it was very very little water I got on it, and on the way home, I was trying to get a message to my brother before he slept and the keypads stopped working. So, as I drove home in the bloody rain, I instinctively thought to restart my phone. And when the password screen came up, I fell my heart sank. I was locked out of my own phone. Blast it, stupid rain…

Maybe it’s the Nokia phone I got. Oh, no, not again! I hope I won’t lose all my contact numbers again. This happens to me once every year. Sheesh!

…In Bed

Wednesday, July 20th, 2005

End whatever comes to your mind with "…. in bed"

I’ve had a long day, gotta crash …in bed. So innocent.

I hate that girl …in bed. Whoa, really?

I wonder how good dancers are during the day when they work …in bed. Heh, heh.

Some people have a strange smell …in bed. Ha ha ha!

She’s smells really good, I wonder what perfume she uses …in bed. Oh-ho!

Whoa, look at that speed demon go, I wonder if [insert girls name]’s always so aggressive …in bed. Yum!

I’ve got so much work to do …in bed. Hah!

I love breakfast in bed …in bed. Didn’t work that one.

I love chicken! …in bed. Hmmm, not a bad idea, but I sound like a glutton… but, but, but, but it’s chicken!!

This is a great song …in bed. Well!

[On the dance floor:] Hey Mr DJ, Pump it up …in bed. Oh-er!

Oops, I did it again …in bed. Tsk, tsk, Britney!

I love mayonnaise …in bed. Oh dear.

Beautiful Mariaaaaaa …in bed. Ah!

She bangs, she bangs! …in bed. William Hung was quite ahead of his time.

Caught up in the rapture …in bed. A very horny Anita Baker.

Killing me softly …in bed. The Fugees’ anti-70’s revolution.

I can control my chi …in bed. Another reason to do Tai-Chi.

Going to the gym increases your stamina …in bed. A very good reason to go to the gym!!

Everything for RM5 …in bed. That RM5 shop in 1 Utama, starting a sexual revolution.

[Clearance Sale:] Everything must go! …in bed. You wonder why they’re clearing their store, those perverts!

[Aggressive Salesman:] Special deal, for you, I take off more …in bed. Desperate salesman, gotta meet monthly target, eh?

Don’t go tryin’, to try ta please me …in bed. Billy Joel after coming back from Buddist Temple.

I don’t get no… satisfaction …in bed. Samantha Fox after years of trying.

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Ah, to be a Child again!

Sunday, July 17th, 2005

So, it was 11:50pm when I reached Little Havana. I needed to rest, after a short, but intense night at Yukiko’s party. As I sat down for my ginger ale, a smoke in my hand, I looked over to the Dart Board.

This kid’s gotta be around 7-8 years old. Must be Phillipe’s. He’s there, looking for something. Finally, he picked up this Yellow dart from under a table, stood by the line, and flung the poor needle at the Board. It richocheted off with a thud against the cardboard wall. He ran for it, scrambled on the ground, picked it up, ran back to the line, and flung it again. He ran for it, picked it up again, and fling it again, and again. This went on for a good 3 minutes. Suddenly he stopped. I rummaged through my bag, I took a sip of my ginger ale, and lit another cigarette.

So, I turn back at this kid and this tiny ‘lil things huffs and puffs, heaving along this tall brown chair, at least 2 and a half times his height. And plops it down behind the line. He climbs all the way to the top, and whacks away again at the dart board. Then, he climbs all the way down, picks up the dart, and climbs right back up. And this went on, and on, and on…

Really got me thinking, that if it was an adult, most of us would’ve probably just give up after a few times. But this kid doesn’t know how to quit. He just keeps at it, and keep at it. A truly excellent quality, me thinks, which a lot of kids have. And a lot of us so-called "grown-ups"… well, kinda forget.

You know, that’s how adults should be with Salsa, and heck, dance and a lot of things in general! If it’s hard, I gonna keep at it. Until I get it.

And you know what, in the end, this kid scored a bulls-eye. And the next thing you know, he’s jumping up, trying to reach for the dart. Probably to keep throwing the damn thing ’till it breaks….

Sigh! To be a Child again…

Rekindling My Love Of Dance

Sunday, July 17th, 2005

It’s been a few years since I’ve been to a good Ballroom Dance social. The last really good dance I’ve had was in Boston with the MIT Ballroom Dance Club, when I was still an active 21-dancer. That was in 1999. I was actually quite nervous going to Dance eXpress in Plaza Damas. The moment I heard from James "The Handphone" Quah that Yukiko’s having a studio party, I was psyched! But now, as I walked up the stairs of the Hartamas Shopping Centre, I was a bit edgy.

Getting down from the car, I looked myself in the mirror and to my horror, after less than 1 day of having shaved, I was already stubby! I dropped by Watson’s as Sharie and Aisha waited, wondering what the heck’s wrong with this boy. So there we were, the three of us, all dressed in Purple. I had actually had to make a quick dash after Saturday classes, to go buy this (tasteful) Purple shirt. Finally made it to Dance eXpress at 9pm. The party had already started.

We kinda rang the bell, and beyond the glass doors, I could see dancers on the large laminated flooring moving to a Cha Cha Cha. A flood of memories kinda came to a halt, and I gluped down a large one.

Boon Gan greeted us first. "Hi, Sam, Aisha, Sharie… how are you?"

"Hey, what happened to your purple? You’re all dressed in black and (was it) slightly blue?!?!"

"The closest thing I had, he smiled and waved us in."

Ashley and Annabelle greeted us with super big warm friendly smiles, but it didn’t make it easier. I smiled and saw a whole bunch of people I didn’t know. I was so nervous, I didn’t realize that Ashley stuffed a box in my hands. I didn’t even realize until about 1 or 2 hours later what it was.

We quickly scanned the room, and to the left, the bar of drinks and chairs were packed with people, no place to sit. So we made our way aaaallll the way to the end of the dance floor, into a quiet little corner. We walked and walked and walked what I think, more realistically speaking, was for about a minute and a half, and the three of us plopped down. Safe little corner with shadows.

Then, I heard a familiar sound of Rumba. I looked and Aisha and Sharie, and they stuck to their seats, just looking around. I sat for a while. The next song was another Rumba. And then a Cha Cha Cha. I was not going to come dressed all this way to sit down. So, I got up, walked half way across the room, smiled and held out my left hand, asking Soame to dance.

"Would you like to dance?"

Her eyes lit up, and she took my hand.

"Soame, don’t mind my Cha Cha, it’s quite the street-style and I don’t remember all my syllabus…"

"It’s ok, Sam, I’ll do my own thing, too," she smiled so sweetly, I just started on the Basic Step. 2-3-4-&-1…2-3-4-&-1…It was great. I kinda did a CBLT into a New Yorker, quite a lot earlier, and I just laughed it off. Did some waves, grooves, and kinda whacked away at some footwork during the Fan, and lead Hockey Stick after Hockey Stick. Then, I remember that I could do an Alemana. Then a New Yorker, and things started coming back to me…

Then, it was all over, and I thanked her, and she had a good time too, judging by her smile as she when back to her seat. I actually just pity her a lot, ‘cos I’m so Salsa-fied, I kinda had a lot of different hand changes, and did loads of Salsa styling. But, she’s a great follow, and it’s amazing how she’s one of the few in KL who can just take my different moves.

Next was the Foxtrot, so I asked Sharie, and we were laughing all the way to the dance floor… actually, it was just a few steps away from our safe corner. Slow, Slow, Quick-Quick, Slow… I think they call this Rhythm here. Back in Boston, we used to call is "Basic Smooth," or American-style Bronze Foxtrot. After a while I think Sharie got a bit edgy, ‘cos we kinda moved down line of dance (counter-clockwise) all the way to the other end of the floor, where the bar and *huuuuge* crowd (who obviously all knew each other) sat and danced. I almost stepped on her a couple of times, but we managed to make one big circle and she literally pulled me back to our seats after the song was over. There was another Foxtrot.

And then there was another Cha Cha Cha, and Irene was talking with us. I asked her to dance, but I think my leads were either not strong enough, or she just refused to follow my extra spins in between basic syllabus. At that point in time, I had some major issues with my own leads. Was it me?

I sat down and pondered for quite a while. And then, Ashley came up to me and asked me to dance. It was the Waltz. I think it was a good 2 seconds (swear to god, it felt like longer then…) and I smiled and stood up, "I don’t remember a single thing, but sure, I’d love to dance!"

So, I raised my left hand, invited her in, and she came in straight to 4th Position Contact. Sheesh! Thank god for her incredible frame. She kinds helped me keep my posture, and I had to ask, "Do I start… do you start with your left or right foot?"

"You can do a preparation with your Left," she said, all the way over from the right, her side of the frame. And my mind was racing. Whoa! 3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3… I kept doing really basic stuff. Natural Turn, Basic, Reverse Turn, Basic, Natural Turn, and every time I panicked, I lead a Natural Spin Turn. At some point, I figured, hey why not a Whisk. And Chasse. Oh, another NST. Wow, it was fantastic. And before I knew it, it was all over. I think her and smiled and apologised. She said, after a short pause, "Not too bad, you still remember your stuff, eh?!"

I look bewildered, "Actually, thanks to you, you made it very easy, and some of what I used to do came back!"

About 10 mins later, I was shaking my head, thinking, "Oh Lord! What the hell else is there I can do…" And then, Annabelle was upon me, the sweet thing, so encouraging.

"Hey, Ashley came over and was raving about you…"

"What…?! Really?" I said incredulously.

"Yeah," she said. "Would you like to dance?"

"I actually don’t remember much, but some stuff’s coming back to me… I’d love to dance!"

I actually asked her, again, which foot to start with and she said, any foot. "Ok," so I held out my left hand, took a  preparation, and this time, went down starting Diagonal Centre with a Reverse, Natural, to Spin Turn… it was amazing. In between this and the next Waltz, I asked her, "hey, what else can I do?"

"What about a Double Reverse?"

"Oh you mean like this?" and tried it, making sure first there was no other couple nearby I would smash into. We stopped and she said, what a sweetheart, "yeah, that was pretty good!"

I actually said, "Really? Hmmm, what else" … and so there we were, Annabelle and I dancing another Waltz, then a Quickstep, and then the Viennese Waltz. Oh my lord!

Before I knew it, more than two hours had passed and I was thinking to myself, I’m going to practice and come back next month, and dance some more! Finally found my box of goodies, it turned out to be the most delicious small piece of chicken I’ve tasted in months! Hmmm, actually, last week I had almost 7 and a half pieces of Chicken and this Sunway Pyramid chicken-buffet place.. but it tasted so good!

That’s it, I’m going to revise my Standard and Argentinian Tango. I can’t wait for next month!

Why do people with large egos take so much?

Thursday, July 14th, 2005

Why do the people with the largest egos take so much space?

You know what I’m talking about. Those drivers who don’t know how to keep to their own lanes. Those SUV and even Kelisa drivers who feel like the widened lanes of the Federal Highway is still to small. No signal, change lanes, or just bloody drive in bloody two lanes?!

Just like those people who go to a dance club, choose the smallest space to dance in - that area where there’s just more people than usual, push their way through, and dance so big, you can see their elbows flailing closer to your head even when you’re standing two arms-length away from them.

IN SALSA, it’s worse, ‘cos it’s not free-styling. Once a disciplined dancer executes a complex move or combination, it’s hard to pull-back in mid-motion. You’ve got Mr. Big Feet, Miss Big Heels, or Mrs and Mrs Big-Everything just take up the floor like there’s no one else on it. And it’s not that the floor is full, the same people I’ve seen take the floor with no else but them and one or two couples, and they still manage to maneuver into the couples far far away. It’s just over-flowing egos, inconsiderate lane-hoggers, I’m-the-only-person-in-the-world type personalities who just aim those flailing arms and elbows into your face, and stomp your feet or slam your face.

I think I’m going to make bright yellow cards and flash them to these dancers, the next time I see them in the club. Seriously.

Pet Peeves

Tuesday, July 12th, 2005

I hate it when:

  • Moron’s who drive on the an incoming lane (no priority) don’t signal and expect you to give way when they nose dive in front of your car, after you’ve been waiting patiently at a never-moving lane…
  • Large Mercedes-Benz drivers who prance around on the fastest lane in a 4-lane highway and expect you to wait for them to finish talking on the phone before they change lanes…
  • Having to go pee, 5 mins from your house, and the policeman decides that your low priority roadaway should wait three rounds of green lights before waving you on to move…
  • Malaysian pedestrians who give you the what-the-hell’s-wrong-with-you look when you slow down and give them way, and after 15 secs, you start moving, and they give you this face like you’re some kind of dumb-ass…
  • Malaysian women who refuse to allow you to hold the door for them when they have their hands full and obviously need a hand at the door…
  • People who give you a call at bloody 8:55am in the morning, ask a thousand and one questions, take 9 minutes on the phone and never show up to your studio…
  • People who call you up at 10:55pm in the evening and expect you to entertain them as they ask a million minute questions like why you only choose to teach Salsa at a Salsa school…
  • Someone you don’t know comes up to you in a Salsa club, gives you funny looks, interrupts you while you’re talking with your friends, and drags you onto the dance floor saying that you should dance with them so they can learn something from you…
  • People who always call you  up with a private number and only repeat "guess who?", "you don’t know who this is, right?", "I bet you can’t guess who this is…" for minutes at a time and you’ve already missed 2 calls because they have a sick perversion for making you feel horrible after a long day…
  • Students who don’t show up after weeks and weeks of classes, who suddenly show up during a very very busy time in between your busiest classes, and demand their class fees (which expired months ago) to be refunded. What the &$@##^!^$&!^&*!^&*##&^!&#&##&*%%##!!

I love it when:

  • My students who struggle every week, come to class early, and they do everything right!
  • My students who struggle in class but keep trying to do it right…
  • Students who ask questions!!
  • Students who talk to me like a real person after/before class, and not make me feel like a 95-year old lecturer who’s supposed to know it all…
  • Chatty and helpful workers at Macro…
  • Shop-owners who don’t recommend a more expensive product who tell you that the are other things that cost less which will help you do more…
  • Going into a shop and getting free advice from a good natured, honest, shop-owner, who would rather have a good conversation about digital cameras than trying to sell your their most expensive product out of your budget…
  • I sit down and have in front of me, in less than 1 minute, two limau-ice kurang manis after a long long day…

Wouldn’t Watchit In The Movies (WWITM)

Monday, July 11th, 2005

Recently caught up on some movies. Here’s what I think… WWITM = wouldn’t watchit in the movies, so that’s why I got a DVD player..

Unleashed: mad, violent, fun, actually to sum it up - mad fun! Not as good as The One, but quite entertaining. Excellent fight scenes which reminds me I need to stock up on Jet Li DVD’s, but corny romance and WWITM.

Miss Congeniality 2: Bad flick, not even a chick-flick, saw some omitted scenes, thank goodness ‘cos she looks ugly in those. Definitely WWITM, but for a senseless night of humm-drumm-dunno-what-to-do, I guess it’s ok…

Hitchikers’ Guide to the Galaxy: Sci-Fi Geeks like me’ll love it. Senseless fun-poking at sci-fi blings and things. Makes me finally want to go back and finish the book that I started reading when I was 12. But definitely WWITM.

Wallace and Gromit: I love clay animation. I know this is old, but I had to write about this! This latest DVD contains all three in the trilogy, before Chicken Run. Personally, prefer The Wrong Trousers, but some parts of The Close Shave had much more complicated animation, all still very cool. Reminds me of my college days, going to England for holiday, and my brother Johan and cousin Ken, sigh!

XXX2: What a dumb name, but I actually watched the 1st one and thought it was silly but very entertaining boom-boom cool gadgets hot babes, movies. Senseless non-thinking, good way to spend the last day of the weekend before a new week!

Mr & Mrs Smith: I actually found this quite sexy and entertaining. Not really corny. Love the scene when they shoot ‘em up back to back. And Jane’s oven shop, very cool! Ok lah ok lah she’s quite hot….

Kingdom of Heaven: MY PICK OF THE MONTH! Makes me wanna be a better man. Makes me wanna go read up on religion/history/some good non-fiction. Very quotable quotes. Oh, also makes me wanna study Sun Tsu’s Art of War. DEFINITELY WOULDN’T MIND SEEING IT FOR THE 3RD TIME in the Movies! Epic movie, of course from the "Gladiator" Director there’s a lot of killing, but the mass killing-arms-and-armour scenes are incredible feats of cinematography (with just enough gore for my tastes!) Of course there’s a hot babe, but she’s only got a supporting role, but thank god for her strong personality and yummy lips - I like my women that way!

The Priest and his Super Chook!

Saturday, July 9th, 2005

There was a prist in a small village, who was very fond of the rooster and the 10 hens he kept at the back of the parish house. One Saturday night, the rooster went missing, and the priest suspected it had been stolen.

The next day, at the morning mass, he asked the congregation, "Has anybody got a cock?"

All the men stood up.

"No," the priest said, "That wasn’t what I meant. Has anybody seen a cock?"

All the women stood up.

"No!" he said with annoyance. "That’s not what I meant. Has anybody seen a cock that doesn’t belong to them?"

Half the women stood up.

"No, no!" he said angrily. "That wasn’t what I meant, either."

"Has anybody seen my cock?!"

All the choirboys stood up.

English, Hong Kong style…

Saturday, July 9th, 2005

The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service at a hotel in Hong Kong…

Room Service (RS): "Moling! loom sirfesee"

Guest (G ): "Yes……"

(RS): "Dju witch true odor somefing??"

(G ): "Uh..yes..I’d like some bacon and eggs"

(RS): "How July it done peace?"

(G ): "What??"

(RS): "How July it done?… Fi, boy?"

(G ): "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."

(RS): "Howbow bkan?"

(G ): "Crisp will be fine."

(RS): "O light. An some DOS?"

(G): "What?"

(RS ): "Dosee. July some DOS?"

(G ): "I feel really bad about this, but I don’t know what ‘Door-C’ means."

(RS): "Mmm……………Toes! toes!…"

(G ): "O, you mean Toasts!….No, do you have something else?"