Transitions

We were young and innocent, oblivious to everything else. “Babies come from belly buttons. That's what my marmy told me.”

Making paper planes and imitating the Power Rangers. Cooking bougainvilleas and leaves on a Barbie kitchen set. Playing pretend while marmy was cooking on a real kitchen set. Boys?? Eeeew!

Years have passed since then; many years.

Now mum expects cooking on a real kitchen set and I dream of flying away in a real plane. Watching One Tree Hill and 90210 (the new version). Expecting flowers (instead of cooking them), wishing they would stop playing pretend. Not so innocent, wondering how the younger ones can be so ignorant and oblivious. Boys?? *giggles*

I've grown, everywhere!

Suddenly life is so much more complicated than which toy I want to play with today. Getting up means having to decide what I want to wear, how troublesome! Everyday is another decision, another question. Most of which still remain unanswered. Still a mystery.

People have changed. I have changed. My playground buddies are now sliding off different things, and I am now swinging in different directions. The Monkey Bar is a new club in town and that “spinning thingy” has now confused my thoughts. The grass, as usual, is greener on the other side. Now when we say, “Go fly kites”, we don't get that enthusiastic response we used to. Ironic, isn't it? Hide & seek now means hiding our emotions, whilst waiting for them to seek our hearts, our minds, our feelings.

When we were young, we used to talk about the future. Now, we try to hide our past and avoid the future. What are we afraid of?? Wrinkles? Judgement? Abandonment? Gossip? Loneliness? Hurt? Change? Others? Them? Ourselves.

We used to play pretend, our stepping stone into the real world. All the world's a stage, literally, and everyone is an actor. Sometimes I wish we'd stop playing that game, get out of character, get out of costume, remove the masks and write our own scripts.

Conversations used to take place at slumber parties, where we used to tell stories and giggle till the wee hours of the morning. Now we sit in the dark corners of our rooms and speak to little screens. Our thumbs tend to move faster than our thoughts and we've lost the ability to look people in the eyes whilst having a conversation. Everything is suddenly virtual. We are slowly going mute. Abbreviations increase our talking space, but ironically cut down our talk time.

Sex, now, does not mean gender. Giggling about sex does not mean we're embarrassed to talk about, it means we've thought about doing it. Boys are still “Ewwww!” because now it's the men we're after. *giggles*

Inspired by,

Chappa & Puchi

[Jean & Kathleen]