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    Tuesday, July 10, 2007
    Title : Growing up faster
    Time : 6:32 pm

    And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table -Anna Nalick

    The other day, when I went swimming at Bukit Kiara, I realised how everything seems smaller than I remembered. Perhaps this is because I've visited this clubhouse since I was 7 years old? The last time we've been back here is 2001/2002 shown by the expiry date. The place held a lot of memories for me. Shooting down the slides and getting kicked for not moving away sooner, doing the backstroke with 60 degree inclination to the other end of the pool (still do), racing with my mum using freestyle while she breaststroked, diving in the jacuzzi to look for pebbles thrown by my dad...and it always ended with a hearty lunch at the coffee shop (which has unfortunately deteriorated in service)

    Anyway, while I was in the changing room, I heard a chatter of pseudo-American accents. I exitted and found they belonged to four international school kids around the ages of nine. They were yakking on top of their voices about how they wouldn't like a friend who likes their crushes more than they like their own best friends. This reminded me of a certain someone's sister, aged 9, who's so popular with the boys and nowadays kids own handphones in lower primary whereas I only got mine when I was 17. Back to the changing room girls, they started chatting about Emma Roberts(who?) being Julia Roberts' daughter and
    "My mum has 2 bottles of Dior perfume"
    "I don't like Louis Vuitton (complete with impeccable pronunciation), it's so ugly)
    "Oh, I love Chanel"
    The horrors of brand consumption has contaminated them!

    This is not new actually, but it still startles me a little, to see 11 year olds dressed in halters and high heels, 12 year olds holding hands in public, 13 year olds wearing makeup
    Call me old fashioned but I only wore my first halter at 17, held hands when I was 18 and now I still don't wear makeup on a regular basis.
    When I was 11, I wore unfashionable elastic banded jeans and mickey mouse t shirts; when I was 13 I started reading entertainment mags but never those female cosmetics/fashion mags; I only went out to malls without parents at the age of 14, nowadays I see 9-10year olds running amok in shopping malls with their friends.

    Kids are growing up faster and faster, and this change is rather inevitable I suppose, what with the fast pace of life, everything else seem sped up too.
    Where has the innocence of childhood vanished to?

    [edit: do i sound like our parents? like how they only ate KFC when they were in secondary school, or how they only had a computer in university age?]