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In some tribe in Africa, the boys have to go through a rite of passage in order to enter manhood, and it involves being whipped by a challenger male without flinching or moving one's feet. In Singapore, the boys' rite of passage involves a lot of crying mothers, a shaved head and liberal spewing of vulgarities.
It doesn't feel like it is going to happen tomorrow. Maybe I need the sudden increase in the sight of the color green, or the total elimination of female presence, or the sight of crying mothers.
I admit I really want to see mothers cry. Not my mother though.
It feels like going to school for the first time. I remember when I was a little sec one kid who did not attend orientation, and I could feel the palpitations of my heart in my tongue when I walked into Chinese High. The unfamiliar faces. The unfamiliar yet expectant looking faces. It is not like anything bad is going to happen. But you don't know what is going to happen. That's the scary part. I just hope the transition is smooth.
Afterall, it is a rite of passage.
It doesn't feel like it is going to happen tomorrow. Maybe I need the sudden increase in the sight of the color green, or the total elimination of female presence, or the sight of crying mothers.
I admit I really want to see mothers cry. Not my mother though.
It feels like going to school for the first time. I remember when I was a little sec one kid who did not attend orientation, and I could feel the palpitations of my heart in my tongue when I walked into Chinese High. The unfamiliar faces. The unfamiliar yet expectant looking faces. It is not like anything bad is going to happen. But you don't know what is going to happen. That's the scary part. I just hope the transition is smooth.
Afterall, it is a rite of passage.