King of fruits

All over the place, I heard people coughing, connotation that the fruit season is on again. Being an archetypal Malaysian, I welcome this season with a smiling face. I love local fruits with the exceptional for durian. Yeah, make that face and gasp. It's implausible I get it, but still.. I dislike the king of fruits.


There's no particular tragedy that make me not eating this fruit. It just that after consuming even a slice, I will without fail feel sick. Even the odour itself is enough to make me suffer with a headache, even a mild one. But, I love tempoyak. Hahah.A bit funny and keji here and there. Tell you, I can eat up to tiga pinggan whenever I cooked udang masak tempoyak with extra cili padi. Oh shite, I'm salivating. Stop.



Around last week, I dunno what happened it was 7 p.m but the commuter was still jam-packed. So you can imagine the muddle of odour inside that cramped place. I was blessed enough to get a seat somewhere inside the train. In front of me was a makcik who was fair with a nice complexion [which remind me of someone] seated to an Indian girl with a simba-looked-alike hair. Her feature was sharp and actually she was quite attractive but her hairdo was a big no-no. Ok.That's not my point. Really. It was a smooth journey for me except at one point my nose abruptly caught a smell of durian. Hell. Who the helllah yang bawak durian nih? Yeah..yeah.It's a public transportation so I just keep my mouth shut. At first I thought someone burped or farted after he or she ate durian but the smell was getting more pungent, so it couldn't be some toxic waste. I tried to look around while feigning to enjoy the view [haha.macam penyiasat la kan] and I could see the Indian girl opposite looking tensed as well. Her big nostrils got bigger and her forehead began to draw some lines. The rest of the passengers looked pretty at ease. That made me realized I'm a weirdo. That Indian girl and me. You don't know how relieved I was when I stepped out from that train. It's like..ahhhh..fresh aiiirrrrrr...


Sorry for the exaggeration. Can't help it. Being a durian hater doesn't mean that I forget my roots. No. I'm still malay. And even if I plucked my eyebrows and kept my fingernails long, I am still malay and muslim to be precise. So makcik, please don't misjudge me just because your family eat durian and I'm modern looking. Oh, I'm drifted away from the topic. Please ignore the past few sentences unless u know who you are.[hohoh]. Anyway, back to my point. I still favour the rest of our local fruits. Bring me rambutan and manggis. Mama mia, you will see me doing the salsa!


Ok. So that's not too malay but I know you get my point.