| What do you know? |
| That when you eat too many beans, you go “proooot!”, but some people go “mew~”. |
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| Tell us something… |
| Elvis Presley isn’t dead. He’s at a cornershop near my house selling “kacang putih” and taffy. |
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| What music do you like? |
| I love music! If music is a girl, I’d buy a 28carat diamond ring, fall flat on my face, stretch my hand out to her and ask her to marry me. Which she’ll probably won’t. Then I guess I’ll just stalk her for life. Or maybe till I die, whichever comes first. But all in all, I like most forms of music. Polka, metal, jazz, dangdut, maybe a little bit of yodelling. Call me eclectic. Okay, don’t. My name’s Asfi. You can call me that. |
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| Are you alright? |
| I’m mostly left. It comes with being left-handed, you know. But if you’re asking me the way I think that you are, I think that yeah, maybe I’m fine. Not that kinda fine, not oh-baby-you’re-so-hot kinda fine, but fine, yeah. |
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| So.. is everything fine? |
| Sure is! There’s a fine for almost everything in Singapore. For littering, spitting, smoking, chewing gum etc.. Sheesh! |
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| You’re mad, I presume? |
| No, I’m RajaKumbang. Mad’s not here at the moment, would you like to leave a message? Oh, and quit it with that Doctor Livingstone bollocks. I think that is so, like, hey.. juh.. juh.. jaded. |
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| What do you think of yourself? |
| I think therefore I am. Pip pip, bally ho and all that. Do you know that this punctuation sign “~” is called the “tilde”? |
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| Aren’t you from a band? |
| Yup. Still am. So what’s the problem here, bandoleer? |
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| But… |
| I’m more of a “therefore” person, not a but and three dots. Therefore I conclude that you have one question left to ask. |
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| Why do you make music? |
| Because I can. Because I love it. Because it expresses what I feel, even though it may sound bad to you, but it doesn’t matter as it makes me happy. Because everyone deserves a chance. Because you should tell someone when they have snot hanging from their nose after blowing it. Because my neighbour’s dog sings with me everytime I sing “Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog” by Elvis who works at a cornershop near my house. Because, because, because. Wait, isn’t that a song? |
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