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Once upon a time, I was as hairy as … myself. I mean the hair on my head. For over fifty years I managed my hair so well that I gave Svenson a run for its money.
 This was how I looked before trying to look like Raja Petra. Then, the day came that made me feel I had a role to play too. So, with courage, I responded to the call of The 18 Immortals (sounds great) and with fortitude I dragged myself to the venue.  For a moment I was gripped by fear that this barber girl was going to leave me undone. The atmosphere was so exciting and I surrendered myself to sacrifice what was left on my head. In a jiffy, I was transformed into a Mohican. If she were to abandon me, I would jump down from the tallest building.  Just look what she was doing to me! Easy, baby, easy!  Hi there! I look great, right? Look at my head, man, not her tattoo! Until today, I haven't the faintest idea why she left that chunk of my hair right on top of my head for quite a while. I wondered and pondered until today why she had left me unattended at the critical moment of my life! 
What happened upstairs? Not to bad, it prickles. Just look at her cunning smile after what she had done to me. Sheesh! … 
Not bad after all. I had a YB for a fan. 
And this is my friend, Dariff Din. 
You guys really made me feel great. Thank you all. After my hair was all gone, I still do not look like Raja Petra. Not a strand of my hair was spared and still I am not as bald as Raja Petra. But, I am not alone in this good cause because we all stand by you, Raja Petra. You are the light at the end of the tunnel because you are The Man we all know as RAJA PETRA. Regards, Sunny Lim. 
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We love you for loving RAJA PETRA !!