Jonker bonker.

I remember I was a 12 year old kid. A huge 12 year old kid running down the stairs of St. Paul Hills. A young girl also in school uniform from another school was around. Butterflies in my stomach, flying around like it has lost its orbit. Back then, who would know that was called infactuation.


Many years passed now since I visited the historical Malacca. I heard it was vastly changed. Though many historical places was still around, other new buildings erected too like when you first discovered porn.


Tomorrow, after so many years, I would get to visit Malacca. This time also in a bus. No more school uniforms. Two buses of working adults will embark their journey down the historical town and hopefully don't paint it red.


The only color that would be painted is the 'phunky purple' hair color gel that we bought for our annual dinner over there. I never had my hair colored purple. I have done red, copper, ash brown, natural bleached and even orange. Purple would be my virgin color.


Video camera crew would film the making of Purple Rain. If lucky, we would also get to shoot a movie called The Color Purple.


Guess who's going to be Whoopi Goldberg?