Pao Lian Fern dreams away, obscured in the muddy trenches of Ulu Setar. Her dreams are buoyed by the astral sounds of seemingly magical instruments and melancholic mewling of the vocals. She stares out into the golden yellow of paddy fields, seeing only angels a-frolick freely around the paddy squares. And she dreams that someday, the invisible notes wafting about would carry her away to that otherworld….the source of such happiness and endless possibilities…

Her reverie is disrupted when…

Beng: AH LIAN ah!!!!!!!! EH!!! Play the same songs over and over again for what?? Ki Siau ah??

Lian: No-leh, I just getting this Ferns cd from my Kay El pen pal dis morning-lah. Got two songs oni. She say not finis yet wor. Si beh cun right?

Beng: What name ah? First - first... what ah? Cun meh? Sing also like tayar pancit oni.

Lian: Eh YOUR tayar pancit la. Dun simply say! Si beh vely the sexy okay?? Cheh!

Beng: Aiya whatever lah. Eh I meeting Jackson later to lim teh.. Eh u want to coming ah? He vely happy see you wan. Also ah, he vely terrer mixer one ok? He mix-mix ah all my cd, ah-madona and ah janet jasen waaaaaaaaaaah nice man! damn syok!! You wan or not I ask him to mix your cd? Anden got more to listen to lah!

Lian: I dowan

Beng: Faster la. You wan or dowan??

Lian: I DOWAN Lah!!!

Beng: Cheh. Up to you la.You lose. Bah bai. I go now lah. Plis don’t play any more ok? Damn sien lah. Listen also until my balls drop liao.

Lian: *Sigh*.


Walren, please finishing the albums okay? Cans ah?