Rock The House Down.

YOU CAN GET AUNT TO GIVE YOU ANYTHING IN THE WORLD. She says she has no money. And then she says she hasn't got any change in the house because she has used all the cash to pay the suppliers. Of course she's lying to you. She's giving you a hard time to see how far you are willing to go, rolling yourself like a nyiur kering on the floor; all the time screaming your lungs out, arms and legs flailing like a drunken crab, cursing and swearing how come this whole world is so unfair to you. All you want in this whole wide world is three ringgit and the only person you can ask it from isn't gonna give it to you.

And so you cut a deal with God. Make Aunt give me the money and I'll be good for the rest of my life. Of course you're lying. Again. You know you're gonna run away when Grandma calls out to you to go to her with the rest of her budok nngaji to read your Qur'an. You know you are not going to follow Grandma to the masjid anymore because Cousin has just bought a TV set. You know you won't help Aunt round up her kambing because you have learnt to be shy to do that now that a pretty looking girl has just moved in next door and you don't want her to see you herding the kambing because that would be such a low down thing to do. You have made a lot of deals with God. So far you haven't kept your end of the bargain. And this is the reason why you hide yourself under Grandma each time there's a lightning. You know God is gonna get you, striking you with a lightning until you're as good as charcoal. God does that to people who don't keep their end of the bargain. But today is a bright day with sunshine and blue skies. You're safe for now to do all your yelling and cursing, rolling and crying, kicking and throwing things around the house.

But Aunt isn't giving in. Not this afternoon. She's in the room reading something, laughing and smiling as if you are a circus monkey that has eaten too much bananas that you have gone crazy in the head. But you can't stop now. You've gone this far trying to get her to give you the money. You've made a complete fool of yourself, in full view of Grandma's budok nngaji, reciting their Qur'ran on the verandah.

All the time Aunt is saying; polis! polis! tengok budok ni nggamok macam awang dicu. Mari tangkap dia masuk jel. You cry even more. And yell even louder. You're losing this game to Aunt in the most humiliating way and you know you've gotta do something different.

And so you run out of the house to collect a handful of stones and begin pelting the house as if possessed by some demon that has gotten into you to do this to Aunt and Grandma. You keep pelting, raining down the house with stones and sand. You see Grandma recites something to the sky as if asking God to do something fast. That got you kinda worried but you can't turn back now. You gotta win this game. Aunt stops reading to look at you from the window. She gives you a stern look but you know that look so well. So you stop. And go up the house to her room.

With three ringgit in hand, I race down on my bicycle to Kedai Cek Gaduh to buy the wallet that has the picture of a Hong Kong actress in bikini.