Rambutan was his family's pet name since he was 2 years old.He had that short spiky hair that looks like the hairy fruit-gosh how embarrassing it was when adults around you always seem to pat you with a grin and laugh it off when they asked you they asked "Rambut hutan when you grow up lah don't change to a durian head
That's why I dyed my hair green and spiked my Mohawk with gel so that the durian head will set the tongues wagging in the kampung and those nosey parkers will ask my grandma brazenly when she drops in at their stalls in the pasar "Wah your grandson vely funny looking that one,he some singer or what?
Terrorise them.that's my motto.Sometimes,we chillax and lepak outside Jalan Batu and roar our kap chais that we modified.It's the rage of the machines.Man that felt good when we saw the cars hurriedly scramble away in fright.When we see some dumb mak cik at the traffic light ,we would take out the spanner,smash her windscreen and make off with our loot= that classy handbag.We always share our spoils with our members coz we're brudderslah.
Sometimes,our taiko ask us if we wanted to make some duit kopi sure no problem.
It was in the headlines the next morning.77 year old senior citizen found dead by the side of Jalan Gajah by some passers by.Gold chain around her neck was ripped off.A hospital appointment card was lying a few metres away.
Today I kayalah. My brudders and I got 300 each just to stand outside and shout and scream to frighten those dumb idiots outside the school decorated with banners and flags.You only live once brudder -can't wait to pop some pil kuda with this durian runtuh lah.
