THERE ARE NO ROAD SIGNS! One wrong turn and before you know it, you're travelling down nameless jalans and lorongs, make oblivious turns into simpangans, forced to stop in the middle of nowhere because our trusty polis trafik has the power to alter two-way roads into one-way to ease periodic traffic congestions... slowly and slowly drifting deeper into the slums of Ampang. Hey, we can always stop and ask for directions. But no help there either; the residence there haven't the vocubulary or the knowledge of roads (of course lah, no road signs mah!) to point you in the right direction and, not to mention, their unwillingness to help.
But in the end, when you've finally found your way, it was all worth while. Tamarind Springs is an eden for those who wants to pop the question. It is styled and designed to capture the ambience to that of a romantic Thai restaurant where you and your loved one can 'YAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM SENG!'. Yes, no one shatters the fabric of harmony and solitude any better than a drunk Chinese car parts supplier; especially when you have a few dozen of them converged for the Volvo's Suppliers Appreciation Night. GULP!
Cronic 'Yam Seng'-ers and potential hecklers are aplenty when The Professor took to the stage. Chants of 'Yam Seng' still blearing as The Professor was left clawing for attention.
And, to put a cherry on the cake, there was a noise curfew (another good samaritan gesture to impress our Datuks and Tan Sris that happen to live within the proximity. God knows whether their own snores could've drowned the echoes of 'Yam Seng' and whether or not they even knew about this apparent noise curfew imposed to their honour or even thought of appreciating such a gesture, or worse, even shed thought on whether such a gesture would somehow tarnish the reputation of this rather namely tourism spot especially this (supposed) Visit Malaysia Year 2007)
... Yes, a noise curfew. And constant meddling witht the volume of our music tracks forced both our opening dances to skip a beat. To add some icing on the cherry, the audience wasn't that bright. We were warned, though, of an audience that wouldn't know how to appreciate 'smart humour' so Dance 101 got the nod from The Kings. But after that night, it seems that Saiful Apek will get the nod the next time around.
However, the audience was put into place (the zoo) by The Professor and his little rhyme.
Honestly, I pity the audience though; they were out to have fun. At least, as entertainers, we should be professional enough to give them that ... although we have the last words, they have the last laugh - don't expect another generously-paying-Volvo-gig getting penned into our schedule again.
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