One of the things that excites me is when I hear David’s song being played on the radio or in public places or when a random person mentions his name. I have experienced that adrenalin flow several times in restaurants, supermarkets and shopping malls. When that happens, everything I am doing stops and everything around me disappears. It becomes a special Moment to be cherished for the rest of the day. The joy and faster heartbeat derived from it is like bumping unexpectedly into a long-lost good friend.
I have a little story to share with you guys. It is totally randon. On retrospect, it is really quite amusing.
I was chugging along in my car one day with my friend, keisha, when I suddenly spotted a delightful sight – a durian stall perched under some shady trees by the roadside – the perfect place for a yummy durian-gorge.
As we all know, durian is considered the King of Fruit in our part of the world. It is revered for its distinctive and pungent smell and flavour, often described by its non-fans as offensive, repulsive, revolting – like rotten vegetables…even compared to the pong of a toilet…!
For me, durian is like mother’s milk…well, not really, but I love it. Anyway, to continue with the story..I stepped out of the car and approached the stall, greedily sniffing in whiffs of the “stinko” fragrance.
Durian Man: (speaking in Cantonese and broken English) Ai Aunty! Aunty! Eat durian! Eat durian! Velly good! D24 velly sweet! Ganja also! Guarantee good or money back!
Me: (keeping up with his lingo) Why you call it “ganja”?
Him: Sure la. You eat first. Then you know why!
Me: Tell la.
Him: You want to eat more and more…like drug lor!
Me: Ohhh… like that aah.
I ordered a small one for myself while Keisha (a half-Mat Salleh) stood a distance away, holding tightly to her nostrils and eyeing me with an expression which can only be described as “utter disgust”.
Me: Ai, not bad uh…er..what’s your name ah?
Him: My name ah..my name is Dar Wei. You can call me David la!
Keisha and I looked at each other, my mouth still filled with that scrumptious durian flesh, and burst into giggles.
Him: Why you laugh? Dar Wei…David…sound the same wat. Chinese David, that’s me! David the Durian Man! Heh heh!
Me: Not laughing at you la! We know someone called David.
Him: Common name wat.
Keisha: (knowing well my David-obsession, had to chime in) Hey this David is not common! Very special. Very good singer. She is crazy about him!
Him: Got singer called David meh?
Me and Keisha: (in unison) G O T T T ! ! !
Him: Uhhhh….ya! ya! ya! My daughter also crazy about one famous Filipino singer called David!! Uh..sound something like Sinatra ….but not la! Uhhh..Archu what ah…!? (scratching his head with his durian fingers)
I could not believe my ears!! Such random! This durian man knows about David! And his daughter is a fan!!
Me: Oi! He is not Filipino la! American! A R C H U L E T A .
Him: Ho! Ho! Aiyo..too hard for me to say that word la. He only for young and rich people like you. Poor people like me must make money…sell more durians… Open 1 more durian?
Yes, durians aside, I would very much like David to become a household name – a name known everywhere – every country – and every nook and corner of the world – so that even that durian man will hum his songs while selling his delicious durians.
However, if he does not reach those heights, it is ok too. I will still be here supporting him, albeit with some measure of frustration. I can always comfort myself with eating more durians. 😀
PS I wonder if David, who has pretty adventurous tastebuds (for a Mat Salleh haha), would take to our stinko durians! Perhaps his reaction would be like this! 😀