Silat and Faliq 1

This is a topic that I love very very much to talk about.
Eat Silat.
Sleep Silat.
Dream Silat.
Silat Silat.
Haha!

Silat is a part of my life.
It runs in my vein.
It is in my genes.
And it will be in my children's genes.
My grandchildren's genes.
My great-grandchildren's genes.

And so on.

Since i was a small kid, i always followed my dad to Silat classes.
Jalan Putra, Keramat, GMI are just some of the places that i've been with my dad.
The most memorable was Jalan Putra, Kampung Baru, Kuala Lumpur.

It was a big traditional Malay house.
The lawn was used as the training ground.

Every class nights, i'd seat aside, fascinating myself looking at the students.

Back home, i'd 'practice' myself the movements (it was actually kungfu! haha!).
i imagined i had a sparring partner in front of me and i'd be beating up his ass!

Yeah i'm weird!
Kids used to have tea parties or bicycle races with their imaginary friends.
But i practiced 'Silat' with him!

Haha!

That was how much i loved Silat.
i asked my dad to enroll me on a Silat class, but he refused.
i was too young, he claimed.

But upon my 'endless request and begging and nagging and blah blah blah', he enrolled me in the Silat Sendeng class nearby my house.

i was 10 at that time.


This is Silat Sendeng Malaysia's logo.



i enjoyed the class very much!
i came early, and i was the last to go back.

The instructors were fun and kind.

But most of all, the satisfaction of being able to learn how to PUNCH!

Unfortunantely, the class was moved to somewhere farther, because of some 'interventions and disrespectful acts' from some other martial arts society.

And so, my journey in Silat Sendeng ended after 3 months of practice.
i learnt the Belebat 1 until 7 (or 6, i can't remember), and the Lela Sembah.


After discontinuing my studies in Sendeng, i never enrolled myself in any other martial arts.
i turned into a normal kid who likes music and music videos.

HAHA!

That's all for today, i'll continue again later...

See you when i see you!