In Kelantan, why was the young man given a summons/fine for wearing hot pants on his way to a futsal (definition: a nightly-small-field-after-teh-tarik-sup-kambing Malaysian soccer game) session, leaving him with possibly a hefty-dumbty 1,000 Ringgit or Kelantan rial, forced to go to a counseling session for violating morality by wearing-knee-to ankle-length hot pants, tempting other men in so leaving the poor, innocent, bewildered soul wondering if he should wear the Burmese-official-uniform-cum-Scottish-bagpipers-kilt-looking Malay fishermen fashion statement artifact fondly called the "sarong" or in English, the body-fitted-nice-lower-abdomen-Hawaiian Aloha-soft-silky sack, to his next futsal game?

Why, why, why Delilah, he'd sing in Kelantanese dialect when he leaves the court of the State Religious Department. Why does he have to give up his thousand-rial "piteh" (green bucks) when he is not as rich as the prime minster of Malaysia or Jay Techie Loh, the money-geek who was also a member of the Hong Kong mariachi band, Roth-Child-Yam Seng Band? “Why, why, why?” the man from Kelantan said. Thus sprach the ‘Oghe Kelate'.

His crime: Wanting to be as famous as Ronaldo. And the day, like any given day, was blazing hot. As hot as the top of the shaved bald hills of Kelantan, the hills hudud-ed via deforestation, causing major floods though not as big as in the times of Noah. Hills like 70s- TV star Kojak's head exposed to UV light from the surface of the sun....