Allyfeel

My best friend has been blessed with a very nice hubby. Without her realizing, the hubby has planned for an early surprised party for her in Prego, Westin Hotel, Jalan Bukit Bintang.

There were altogether 14 guests; we were one of the lucky couple being invited. Birthday girl is my best friend. We grew up together in the same town. We used to check out guys, had piano lessons, ballet classes, cycling, climbed fallen coconut trees and did many more things together.

Hubby and I arrived last….almost late, “aiyo…he is rounding KL now waiting for you guys la…” said another friend. They were waiting outside with Felipe Rutini Champagne NV served. A waiter served us a glass each and we then quickly proceeded to the private room in Prego to wait for her arrival….

“SURPRISE!!!” we shouted loud and clear together.

She dressed in glossy, sleek, and smooth satin with a pair of dangling diamond earrings.
Her face looked Shock, Surprise and very Delighted just in a few seconds.“Wow, all my best friends are here, pinch pinch her hubby”.*Grin Grin*

It was a very cozy, nice ambience room with light dimmed and some soft music in the background. There were flowers, rose petals arranged beautifully on the dark brown pine wood dinning table. Tall wine glasses were placed neatly. Cutleries and plates were layout elegantly. There was a bronze color scroll with red ribbon around it on my left, I unrolled it, oh…2 red and 2 pink roses inside and it was actually the menu of the night.

Why do women need men? To be with her when women are sad? To be listened to when women need emotional support and security? When women need affection and romance? When women want attention? To feel cherished?

YES! Definitely RIGHT! ALL OF ABOVE!

Unfortunately, men just don’t get it. When men need women to listen to, women will open up her ears and listen enthusiastically but when women need men to listen to, they will take out their newspaper or magazine and nicely read right in front of them and pretending they are listening. Men are rude and they think they are always right! And when women try to talk, before she could finish he has already assumed. What can women do? Trying to make conversation with men will only make you have stiff neck coz when you talk they just look to the front. It takes a lot of effort to nurture a relationship. It can be so exhausting, deadly and unhealthy; like a lump in your breast…!

I was a side drummer from primary 3 to secondary 5. I started participating in the Merdeka parade when I was in my primary 5. It was hard work and lots of drum solos, marching and practices. Occasionally, we have to sacrifice school hours and also weekends to practice, practice and practice. Why practice so hard? Coz we want to look good in front of our PM and also millions of tv audiences …he he….glamour ma!

Unfortunately, the fierce sun would hit my skin and make it turn red and later brown. I used to put on lots of Nivea cream (innocent, should go with a banana boat) on my face and hand to prevent sun burn; I looked like a doll with rosy cheek for the first 3 days and then a Malay girl for the next 2 weeks or so.

But it was an unusual 31 August morning. I put on my cool maroon pancaragam top, my sexy beige mini skirt and my beige boots with brown lace tying to a butterfly knot. I grabbed my maroon artist cap which had a bright yellow feather at the side and headed to school to depart to the Merdeka square.

Well, we were all prepared to lead a pasukan of company employees to march towards the PM stage. “Drrrrrrrrrrrr….de dum de dum de dum……” we marched and marched and marched confidently, saluted to the PM on the stage, it went so well and everything seemed so fine. My drum major flanged her breathtaking Drum major stick, wow…it was high and there were lots of applause. We were saved as she performed so well. FYI, I stood in the front row, approximately 1 to 2m from her. We were all relieved but we still need to march around the city to reach our end point. We had to perform our best still as they were lots of audiences standing along the narrow KL city street cheering for us. We played songs and drum solos and my drum major decided to show off her stupendous skill again along the crowded street.

HUH…HUH…HUH…she flanged her stick high up, within a sec, she came towards me and pulled her stick out of my drum, left a huge hole on the surface of my bloody drum. “Shit! Why am I so unlucky?” Embarrassed, I marched swinging my right hand with my drum stick and held my cedera parah’s drum on my left hand. I tried to lift my head high and straighten my back pretending nothing has happened. “Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!”