Anwar gets musical!

I don’t know what got into me. One of those impulsive moments driven by a long-kept longing I guess. My sister forwarded an email from KLpac.org about an open audition for a very interesting musical, ‘Kaki Blue’. What attracted me the most was the line ‘ No Experience Required, Anyone Can Join’ something along that. So I contacted the person in-charge and booked me an audition session. Wow me. Wait that doesn’t sound very convincing. WOW ME!~

Friday, 24th April 2009, 8.30 pm

I stepped my foot into that creatively constructed building. I was a KLpac virgin. After spending maybe 2 days monologuing, belting out oldies, pop music and  wobbling (dancing le) to random musics, this would be a night to remember. There were 10+ people in my session, and I was the only male, oh yeah. Effeminated? Nah.

They lined up chairs in a straight line in front of the panels in a very beautiful studio. The ambiance was great. So after everyone has taken their place, the 1st round began.

1st round: Singing. I was the 3rd person. I sang ‘Smile’ by Nat King Cole. I started with quite a high key and a fast upbeat rhythm, my improv. One of the panels stopped me and told me to sing in a lower and slower rhythm. Then he told me to sing in a ‘jumpy’ beat, lol I don’t have the words for it. I call it jumpy because I sang like ‘Smile-though-your-heart-is-ach-ing, Smile-even-though-it’s-brea-king’ haha. I assumed they liked my voice because they were nodding.

2nd round: Monologue. Aight, I picked the V for Vendetta monologue, the scene where the main character, V introduces himself to the heroin, Evey. The dialogue with so many V words. ‘Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate….’ Again, one of the panels stopped me and called me over to him. ‘Can you read these lines, the ones in Malay?’ he asked. So I read with the intonation and all.

‘Ohhh this guy can speak Malay…’ they laughed. I took it as a good sign. I smiled and walked back to my chair.

3rd round: Dancing baby!

Ahhh this one is the funnest, a choreographer showed us some simple moves. They were quite easy. No problemo. Then there was the freestyle session, move in whatever way you want. BOOM! Napoleon Dynamite I became. Groovy!

Callbacks on Monday 27th April 2009 and guess what? I got in.

Monday, 27th April 2009 7.30 pm

Same studio, different challenges. The boys and the girls were separated. All of us had to sing Leaving On A Jet Plane. The girl, my God, they sounded so beautiful together. As for the boys, well I would say we sounded ok albeit at a lower key. No solo session. Well, no solo solo. We were given a line to sing randomly from that song, he just point at one of us and you just continue to sing from where the person before you stopped. It was fun.

2nd round: Dancing…again, what do you expect, it’s for a musical. Boys and girls different moves. In my opinion the boys had to copy harder choreography with all the turning and the stomping and the shuffling.

Final result? Friday the 1st.

I’m not sure whether I’ll be selected or not. I’m quite happy with my voice not so much with my dancing so…yeah but whatever happens, it was definitely a refreshing experience. A momentary breakaway from the monotonous routine of my everyday life- machines, books, commuting, the internet. I met a lot of people from very interesting backgrounds who crave the same interest as I do and together I didn’t feel embarassed or shy. We just did what we love.

Video for today? When You Wish Upon A Star by Nsync

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Your path and my path

I had that moment again. A melancholy+spiritual+inspirational moment.

Most of the people I know, friends and all that, who went on to follow the ‘normal’ stream are already working professionals . Normal as in school->uni->degree/masters->professional¬† normal. As for me I could’ve been a degree engineer if I didn’t decide to drop my mechanical engineering degree program (after I got my diploma) and joined the trainee aircraft maintenance program. Why?

I hated the program, the way it was implemented. But I think that could be just me. The other students didn’t seem to bother. The first day the lecturer of the Strength of Material stepped into the class, he straightaway wrote a few formulae on the whiteboard and kept on expanding them, expecting everyone to understand what the hell they are for. Well I could be slow but then again I couldn’t see the rationale behind such lecturing. ‘Alright copy them down and memorize it!’ he said. My head exploded. Needless to say I flunked the subject. My interest waned rapidly.

Luckily I knew a female lecturer who happened to be the head of the Aerospace Engineering department at that time and also my academic adviser who understood what I was going through. At first, she insisted that I should try to go on with the program but I told her what I truly felt and she just told me to give my all in whatever I do. A few of my closest friends tried to persuade me to stay on but sorry, I’ve made up my mind. This was one of the biggest decisions I’ve made in my life. A tummy-wrenching, brain-squeezing, lip-biting decision. My mother was upset. I was upset. I was lost. I needed something. I could only find me and thankfully the Almighty.

Here I am, 3 years spent in diploma, 4 years spent in the TAME program and still chasing the first trade license and that engineer title. The school that I enrolled in had to struggle with legislation problem during its early stage. Not really a serious one (or was it?). From what I was told, some unnecessary statements were typed in some documents which were then used by some parties as a trump card to deny my school the right to conduct this program. Bummer.

Time went on, issues resolved. People are happy, well my batch aren’t. We are the only avionics batch. The director of my school in a private conversation admitted that, it is extremely extremely hard to find a qualified avionics instructor and that they might never open up recruitment for any future avionics trainees. Study on our own we shall.

I came to know a lot of great people in my program, who more or less suffered the same case as I. Fakhri, gonna be 29 this year, already got a degree in aeronautical engineering but decided to join this program. Naim, 29, married, was already in masters degree program but he dropped it and joined us. Earlier, we had an engineer from CTRM, Hafizan, who aspired to be a licensed engineer too, but he couldn’t bear with the uncertainty and left for Singapore Airlines and became a pilot…his rezeki. Ajamain, 27 this year, degree in aeronautical engineering, was diagnosed with tuberculosis during our first year, he had to take loads of medication and became super thin, but he’s ok now. Syakirin, was a hardworking, inquisitive person, he left after we finished all the required modules and went on to work in the Oil and Gas industry.¬† Mustaqym, Zulkarnain, Zaki, Rahim, Yushaimi, Audi, Hidayah, Mazni, Sherry and yours truly Anwar Yasser Zulkifli. All of us went through unexpected difficulties which include financial, educational, and in what ever form that you could think of. These difficulties didn’t break our spirits, it bonded us closer and we became more resilient than ever. We saw qualities in each of us that helped us to keep our heads up and look at the beautiful horizon. We held each other firmly so that we shall remain standing even when the tide hit to bring us to a new low. I am glad that I am a part of it. My dreams might take a little longer to be reached, but I’ll be there. The time is near, just need to give time, time. Chins up my friends, chins up.

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Do your thing

Dear friends, don’t let the recent failure to bring us down. Listen to this song. It might sound kinda gayish to some but still a fun song and the lyrics are somewhat a nail on the head.

Do Your Thing by Nsync

Waiting, for your piece of the pie
to drop out of the sky(gotta go get it)
Hesitating, for somebody else
to run and pass you by(never get your time)

hook
There ain’t no excuse for losing your feet
Drowning in your defeat, on this road of life
there ain’t no excuse for coming up short, the ball is in your court
so reach up and touch the sky

Are you doing your thing and doing it well
Are they looking at you hating singing oooohhh
Ar you doing your thing and doing it good
do your thing thing (oh), do your thing thing (oh)

(do your thing) Do Your Thing, oooohhhh (oh…….)

Keeping yourself from taking
on your perfect dream(you had to be open)
And being something
somewhere that you read in a magazine(but you never let you shine)

hook
There ain’t no excuse for losing your feet
Drowning in your defeat, on this road of life
there ain’t no excuse for coming up short, the ball is in your court
so reach up and touch the sky

Are you doing your thing and doing it well
Are they looking at you hating singing oooohhh
Ar you doing your thing and doing it good
do your thing thing (oh), do your thing thing (oh)
(Believe can nobody do it better than you, believe can nobody do it better than you)

Are you doing your thing, well
Are you letting your dreams, come alive
Are you doing your thing, good
Believe can nobody do it better than you, believe can nobody do it better than you

rap
Gotta walk, gotta break, gotta call, gotta take, everything that I bring, never do fall
Gotta hump, gotta bump, never sit on a stump, never quit on a swell of a lump
If you really want it bad
you can’t ever drag your feet to the beat of the sound of defeat
even if you got heat
Whoa
Never take your mad off to defeat, so…

hook
There ain’t no excuse for losing your feet(losing your feet)
Drowning in your defeat, on this road of life(do your thing)
there ain’t no excuse for coming up short, the ball is in your court
so reach up and touch the sky (sky)

Are you doing your thing and doing it well
Are they looking at you hating singing oooohhh
Ar you doing your thing and doing it good
do your thing thing (oh), do your thing thing (oh)
(Believe can nobody do it better than you, believe can nobody do it better than you)

Do your thing, do your thing, baby
Do your thing,
All them looking at ya,
All them looking at ya
(Believe can nobody do it better than you, believe can nobody do it better than you)
Do your thing, ooohh
yeah…
ooohhh
yeah…
(Believe can nobody do it better than you, believe can nobody do it better than you)
ooohhh