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  • Letter to sis

    Hi dear,

    How are you doing? Everything is ok? Here in Buenos Aires, good things are happening to me. My tango is unrecognizable now; it would have taken me years in Singapore to reach the level I am now. I made lots of good friends and helpful people. One of them just helped me run around and got my visa extended to febuary.

    But somethings happen too that makes me wonder, even for just a moment, why am I doing this. Why did I give up my job and familiarity to come here and struggle. Its fine, just for a moment. But those are painful moments.

    The funny thing is even I am not holding work now, my life is busy. Every moment there is something happening. If I were to open myself up to even more, I wouldn't have a second to rest.

    Good to see ma and pa celebrating their 15 anniversary. Sometimes I wonder is there still love between them? Maybe they don't show it or its not the love we know. Because everyday should have been like this for them, celebrating, instead of just one day per year.

    Take good care of ma and Yao when I'm away. You have to be patient both of them. Maybe even more for Yao. He suppresses his emotions a bit too much I think.

    I'm sorry I won't be around when things happen. Maybe I am selfish. But I think I'm lost. Hence I need to find myself. If not, I might be lost forever.

    Take care of yourself, and the work environment is not easy. But it will teach you a lot things and when you finally feel ready to move on, do not hesitate.

    Thanks for all the cooking stuff you gave me. I miss the food from Singapore more than anything. Will try them out sometime.

    Will be praying for you.

    love,
    bro

  • To Charm Comme Il Faut

    Clothes maketh a man, and in tango, shoes maketh a woman. When the woman steps on the dancefloor and makes those beautiful adornments with her feet, all eyes are on her shoes.

    The tiny, glittering, piece of leather that wraps tightly around her feet, protecting, beautifying. And in Buenos Aires the Manolo Blahnik of the tango shoe world is called; Comme Il Faut.

    Comme Il Faut; a famous tango piece by Di Sarli; french for 'it's the necessary standard'. Indeed the shoeline has become the yardstick that separates the exclusive taste and the rest.

    My first trip to the one and only Comme Il Faut shop in Buenos Aires was an intimidating experience. Apart from intruding an exclusively women's realm, I entered the little classily designed white room and found nothing on display. Luckily for my virgin trip to Comme Il Faut, Royce was with me.

    We settled down on a plush european sofa and got served by a well dressed lady. Royce started to ask for shoes, giving her some specifics like colour, size, designs. The lady took note and then disappeared into the warehouse, appearing later with several boxes, revealing some of the most elegant shoes I've seen. To my surprise, Royce took one look at them and said, 'No.' She then gave the lady furthur specifics and finally, on the third round of display, I got to see the best of Comme Il Faut. It was then I knew why Royce said no on the first round. Compared to the beauties that were in front of me, the very elegant shoes from the first round appeared extremely plain.

    It was then it dawned on me. You don't choose the shoes; Comme Il Faut chooses the shoes for you. Depending on how well dressed you are, how many pairs of shoes you buy, most importantly, how much they like you. Royce then explained to me, I have to know what I want and then I have to be able to dig them out of the sales lady.

    This sales strategy baffled me at first, but looking around me, I saw ladies in the crowded little room buying five, ten pairs. Slowly I came to realise this air of exclusivity was what contributed to the Comme Il Faut phenomenom: To be able to own one means you are someone.

    Royce had since left for Tokyo. And I found myself in a situation where I had to go alone to Comme Il Faut to buy shoes for some friends in Singapore. How do I, a young chinese lad from Singapore, that speaks minimum spanish, charm Comme Il Faut? I was at quite a lost. Several strategy occured but they were either filthy or too violent.

    But this writer has the brains. :) If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, what better to let a beautiful Venusian who speaks perfect spanish do my job instead.

    Enter Ana Karin from Sweden, a fellow hostelite who dances samba, speaks perfect spanish and has them beautiful spanish eyes inherited from her mother, a Spain native.

    So I did my research on the type of shoes I wanted, invited Ana to come with me to Comme Il Faut.

    They loved her in Comme Il Faut. Every round was the best they got. I made half my purchases from the very first round of shoe display.

    I didn't have to dig at all. :)

    Ana, me and the shoes

  • Mini D'Arienzo in His Heart

    During one of the dinner conversations with Cacho Dante after his class. I asked him who teaches milonguero close embrace in Buenos Aires, he replied, "Besides me, there's Susana Miller, Ana Maria Schapira and sometimes... Tete."

    Tete. I see him everywhere, everynight in all the milongas I go to.

    The first time I encountered him, he was this quirky, figidty old man sitting to the table next me on a Nino Bien thursday night. He was slamming his hands on the table, making loud funny comments to the dancers that pass by him.

    I didn't know who he was, to me he was just another colourful character of the milonguero circles. Then Pierre, the french man sitting next to me told me, "This man here is Tete."

    Tete! Like a lightning strike it passed through me. Could it be THE Tete? Of Rick Mcgarrey's site; mentioned so many times to me by Royce and Jean Michel? So I sat up and watched. I remembered he did a Pugliese. He went charging into the crowded dance floor and disappeared in a flash while the rest moved slowly with the line of dance.

    Many nights I watch him dance, mesmerized. He glides in and out the line of dance with ease. He even goes against the lines of dance sometimes! You are always taught you dance in whatever space you have in the line of dance. I think Tete took that concept to the highest level; He dances in whichever space he finds on the entire dance floor.

    The amazing thing is I have never seen him bump into anyone. He might startle a few when he zooms pass them, but his control and navigation is excellent. It is quite controversial on how he manages to zigzags his way around like a pinball in a crowded dance floor; some say people give him respect and gets out of his way; I believe its his mastery over his lead and navigation, so he is able to do what all dancers would achieve one day; the body to do whatever the mind wants to.

    Not as controversial is his musicality, universally accepted as incredible. When he dances, he is in a trance. The music takes over. It looks more like the music is moving him rather than he is moving to the music. And Tete loves to dance vals. Women love to dance with him too. They all used the same words when talking about his musicality. Amazing. Incredible... Divine.

    I believe that deep down in his heart, there is a motley crew of Troilo playing the bandoneon, Pugliese and Biaggi playing the piano, D'Arienzo orchestrating them with his characteristic uncontrollable energy and fervor.

    I took his classes and he says, "Chicos, when I dance, I only listen to the music. The minute I begin to think about what step I am going to do, I become a ghost; dancing without soul."

    And it was also during the class I began to realise it was not by any chance he could become one of the best milongueros in the world. Not only is he blessed with a brilliant mind for choreography, a divine musicality, Tete also possess the type of body control that is the exact opposite of that you would expect of a plump, elderly man. When he demonstrated the full pivot on one leg with the ease of a trained balletrina, saying 'Es facil! (Easy)' Then the whole class, including me, proceeded to struggle, toppling this way and that. It was then I realise Tete is born for nothing else but tango.

    Tete also comes with the eccentricity that usually comes with great genuis. He pretty much does whatever he wants. Like how he dances. Besides from telling the dancers that dance pass by him during the milonga how they should be moving to the music. He appeared one time at Susana Miller's class, stood amongst the students and began commenting when Susana Miller was teaching. Of course Susana, being friends with Tete then demonstrated the move together with him.

    I leave you with a note from Tete, he was passing them around like some propaganda paper at the posh upperclass Nino Bien Milonga. But knowing its Tete, thats nothing strange; Its in fact him at his passionate best.

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    Que Verguenza!

    No hace mucho, hice una nota refiriendome a todo lo hermoso que as aprender a bailar el tango y me doy cuenta que mucha gente no comprende como cuidar lo que verdaderamente tiene valor, ya que con una musica como el denominado tango electronico, que es totalmente ajeno al tango, tratan de destruir algo que es tan nuestro.

    Yo le pediria a toda la comunidad tanguera, pero sobre todo a los bailarines jovenes, a los musicalizadores y a los organizadores de milongas, que es tomen un tiempo para reflexionar seriamente sobre lo que significa el tango y se den cuenta segun el caso, que ya sea por falta de imaginacion para agregarle al tango cosas nuevas o por hacer un negocio, estan faltandole el respeto a toda una cultura. Es una lastima llegar a este punto, lastimando a tanta gente. Usen esa musica para otra cosa y no se tomen el atrevimiento de ponerle tango a eso que no lo es.

    Me despido de ustedes esperando que comprendan lo que les digo. Hasta Pronto.

    Tete

  • Things you won't see in Singapore: Old School Train

    When I first took the subte (MRT or underground subway) of Buenos Aires, I was amazed to see the entire train still made of WOOD!

    I missed my stop because I didn't know the doors were to be opened manually... No pre existing memory of manually operated wooden trains in my memory this time...

    Anyway its just the Linea A (line A) of the subte that is still running 1920s british antique. The other lines have upgraded to their more modern japanese counterparts.

    Old school trainOld School Train doors

  • Things you won't see in Singapore: Old School Lift

    I remember when I was very young, Singapore used to have those lifts which have metal grills as doors. And you need to open the doors manually. I must have been younger than 5.

    It was so long ago and I had forgotten about them. Until the very first day when I arrived in Buenos Aires, I saw it again.

    The fellow tourist from Holland in front of me didn't know what to do and he just kept pressing the lift button and waiting for the doors to open. Instinctively I knew what to do. It was like a dormant memory in my mind and I knew how to open it and how it works, without an existing conscious memory of these lifts.

    Old school lift

    Anymore old school than that you'll have to use the stairs....

  • A letter to Nick

    Nick, if you are reading this, and I know you are:

    Remember this year April in Nepal? After 3 weeks of dhaal bhat (beans, rice and ...beans) diet; and then getting the finishing move by Dharma and his wife: they finished us off by overloading us with more beans, rice and ...beans.

    Then we proceeded to have one of the worst stomach churning and ass-blowing experience possible. You fell sick with diarrhea and fever.

    So the point of this letter is this: I am sorry I thought you were a wimp, when you were strong man. You were holding it all together man. RESPECT. AIGHT!

    After pissing through my asshole almost twice per hour for the last three days, I swear to God if I were you in Nepal. I would have cried mummy.

    The good thing is after this episode of stomach emptying in Buenos Aires, I think I've crapped out the last undigested piece of buff meat we had in Nepal.

    But anyways I'm feeling much better now. Keep in touch bro. And keep the dream alive.

  • Too much of a good thing

    I'm sick. From too much eating and too much tango.

    So far my diet has been fairly inconsistent, I am on a budget and my weekdays I try to eat as little as I can. Then I usually stuff myself to the max on a tenedor libre (buffet) on the weekend.

    But my last meal on the tenedor libre proved too much. I ended up feverish and having diarrehoe. Still having some diarrehoe now. Hope I'll get better soon.

    Tango likewise. Last week I danced about 10 hours everyday. I took a break from spanish classes and then had about 6hrs of classes and then 4 hours of milonga everynight.

    Its taking a toll. I wake up feeling like a zombie everyday. Some of the enjoyment of tango is being taken away. And my tango is becoming very erratic; from feeling that I am dancing very well to blow my brains out crap in a single night.

    The main idea was to take as many classes and learn as much from as many of the old old milongueros (dancers) before they die.

    But at this rate I think I'll die before they do.

    Have to slow down a bit....

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