Monday night, hubby got an emergency call from the boys. So we went down to Simpang Bedok to meet them. There was a dikir competition on Sunday, which we were not aware of as we were on twilight zone...and the boys lost. Engraved on their faces were disappointments. We heard the whole story and as per norm, hubby gave encouragement, crack some stupid jokes and recap on the history of Kelanas up and downs. Like the time they went to Sentosa to compete. They went through a lot…and they are the only group which is still going strong after more than 17 years. Faizal was also there and there were tears welling up in his eyes…any Kelanas would feel that way.
From my point of view, the competition doesn’t deserve them. It was as simple as as that. Although, we were not there, we knew that the boys had put a lot of effort for this comp.
