Never Gonna Give You Up.
Rick Ashley.
The End of the Road.
Boyz to Men.
Because I Love You.
Shakin Stevens.
Nostalgic songs.
I was musing with the pictures Fiona captured when they had a gathering last Sunday. The gang. Yes, I was laughing when I saw THE faces.
My mum used to dread knowing I was hanging out with them. My mum cringe and showed her jackfruit face every time she learnt I went out with them. My mum used to be Sherlock Holmes whenever I "said" I will be out with the girls just for a "little while" in the evenings.
What do we really do?
Look at our innocent faces. What can we girls do? We were born and bred Malacca girls. Pure and innocent.
LOL.
Look at our faces now, what havoc can we wreck? Common…
We used to listen those songs. We used to sing along. We used to memorize the songs so we can sing along. We even shared so many other things together.
Like, whose mother's car did we took for a ride? Like where the hell did we roam around the quintessential Malacca? Like where right?
Like, who would ever thought of winding down the car windows, shut the air-con so we will have more power to the race the boys in the next car? Like who the hell were the boys anyway?
Like where in the world my friends who hang out after school in small town Malacca but the unassuming White Castle near Great Wall in Bachang right?
Like how daring would we get to date notorious guys in Malacca what hounds little Malacca in their cup chai right?
Like how daring would we be to get on the bike as the pillion rider roaming Malacca in those berserk jacked up bikes? Right? How could we?
Like who does not know where the most good looking guys in Malacca live and study right? And who would take all the effort to get to know them? What ever for right? And even know their full name by heart?
Like who would know what RW and TC stands for when it's mark on practically every piece of our own stationeries? How much effort does that silly drawing take?
Like who would take an effort to stay back in school just to hang out with her friends for tennis classes when even today, she could hardly return the green ball with the racquet?
Like who would steal their time at night to get to Stardust, crossing their fingers the bouncer thinks we are above 18?
Or like who would even get someone's parents car to head towards the beach in Klebang and even have supper if we have the time?
Like who would think of chipping in RM1-2 each to fill up the petrol tank so we can at least safely get home after the rendezvous?
Like who would save all their money they ever have to get those very cool 501 Levi's with button fly? Along with cool matching Doc Mart. Who the hell would do that?
Who I wonder?
