Questa è Enida

I spoke too soon. I posted Ralat Sifar panas-panas, straight from the oven. That was before I went again to Muscat Grand Hyatt on the final night of the Malaysian Food and Culture Festival. Saja to bawak Kitreena and Bibik to see the joget. Plus I forgot the camera the night before. All I thought of was makan-makan sampai pengsan (borrowing Dizzy Lizzy’s prinsip hidup – I admire her passion…doing anything sampai pengsan punya).

So, there were some other jogets. Finally, Malaysia was proven to be truly Asia. Indian, Chinese, and even the much awaited Ngajat. But I must say, the bonus was the Sumazau dance. Oh how I miss Sumazau. I took pictures, of course. Be was a little skeptical when I said malam sebelumnya that Kitreena would probably love the show. He didn’t think Kitty’s attention is long enough for something like that. Hmmm. Soheh now that Kitreena’s MY daughter. She is the nasi and my the kuah has tumpah all over her lah. Really.

She watched the show like never before. Well, never pun before. Not only she watched, she danced along. I should have taken the camcorder with. Kitreena was watching very attentively, except for masa the fashion show baju batik jarang. (The guys should have worn an undershirt lah at least, so that tidak menampakkan sesuatu yang girang atau perky. It was 17° Celcius that night.)

The whole Malaysian thing was great! Congratulations to all yang menjayakan nya. We want more! My only ralat zero point nya is…if I didn’t make it back to Hyatt the second time, I would not have known that they did have all the dances. Everybody paid the same rate: RO 11.900 per person for those four nights. All I saw was the Malay dances, whereas people who came the night after and probably the first night were given a lot more.

Raso lah termongak eh.