What do you remember of the good old 80s - the era of break dance? How about big frizzy hair, head band, white knee length socks, ground cum neck breaking dance moves? “Out-of-the-world” size audio cassette player hefted over the shoulder, churning out music in ear blasting volume. Then we expect Irene Cara to burst out singing and everyone in the gang kick out a frenzy dance performance.
Today I got a chance to relive that period. Well, not exactly in the same way.
As soon as she boarded the bus, the tranquil silence was broken. Our private thoughts were immediately forgotten, replaced by the attention we have for this young girl. She was surrounded by a big cloud of music. Unfortunately, neither was the sound system good nor the brand of music involving: Someone was trying to make music out of moans and hiccups. Her looks was as irritating as her music and she was so arrogant in her manners. Everyone turned back to give her an eye. She was indifferent and had non intention to lower down the volume. And the chunky cassette player? Oh it has evolved into a small hand phone. This is 2010.
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