Capturing Pokémon

Translated…

She thought about the compass. A group of men and women, old and young, became like modern day Taoist priests, prodding east, guessing west, moving left, and right, kept altering the angles of their cell phones. What are they doing? Finding the location? Telling fortunes? Examining the feng shui? No, they’re all, going high and low, to find the Pokémons.

By the green lake, on the branches of the willow, by the hiking trails, the group rushed in, like they’d seen, a huge movie star. In the coldness of winter, and the heats of the summers, in this, depressing world, are there, really, treasures? Yes! The virtual ancient spirits, on those satellite maps, the monsters the “infants” you can’t even find, in the memories that’s been abandoned like a deserted patch—back then, her first pregnancy (it was also, her last too!), it was when Pikachu had, for the very first time, greeted this island, the mother-to-be bought the entire set of Pokémon cartoons, action figures, and everything related, wanted to give her own young a memory-worthy childhood.

“You need to add the solution to the Pokeballs all the time! And, remember, to use the larger Pokeballs to capture those upper level monsters.” A little forward on the left, there’s an adolescent girl in pink tapping the screens, teaching an elderly woman how to play.

You’d patted your middle age belly subconsciously, the balls of fats that accumulated by the years, with the words of your husband, “it’s not your fault you’d miscarried! You’re ready, to be a great mother, it’s the child who’s at loss!”

“Wow, I got one! It’s a very rare one, look!” from behind her, came an older boy in a black hoodie, with his catch, closing in on the younger girl who’s good looking (the elderly woman elongated her neck to see too), her eyes twinkled, “Wow, it’s real! It’s the one and only in the universe, Snorlax.”

There’s that smile now. Her college classmate once complained to her, “we, as parents………ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! We’d all feared, that out of the blue, our children would, come out of the closets, I’d just feared that my child doesn’t get out of the house.” It seems, that showing off the catches will become, the way those geeks connect to one another.

How about her? Escape? Going out? Intrigued? Becoming, a female monk became, a very regrettable sort of way out now. When there’s no more love left, the affections between the husband and the wife was, reduced, where, do all the emotions go? Her kind and gentle husband worried, that she may head into a dead end, and downloaded the cell phone app for her, “go out more, maybe, there will be, surprises waiting for you outside.”

from online…

At first, she’d not paid any heed, just kept to her book, stared into space, and, gone to that regular coffee shop in the afternoon for a cup of tea. Until that evening, a line had, moved her so, the opened pages of the book was, turned again, and again by the wind, the touch screen started, making minor noises…………she’d grabbed her cell phone, focused the camera onto the lines of the poem she was reading—ahh! The mahogany frame of the desk, with the plastic covered books, on the snow white pages, came the rainbow colors: a Pikachu, yellow skin, black tips of the ears, and, the two red dimples, such a cuitie, danced in between the lines.

There were also, the Squirtle, Charmander, Magikarp, Weedle, Tentacool, etc., etc., etc……at the super convenience shops, post office, restaurants, schools, MRT stations, benches in the parks, very alive, and active, spreading those, seeds of dreams, igniting the drive to seek out the Pokémons, as well as, upping the number of reported traffic accidents too.

She’d joined the FB group: Ghost Seekers, gone all about and around, “Quick, by the Sun Yatsen Memorial Hall, a gathering of monsters.” Using the weakened state of body, or, comparing to those iPhone that’s nearly out of power, chased those members of the younger generations who’d called themselves “burglars”, who’d also, wondered into the yards of the high end mansions, or gone into the alleys too.

She thought, secretly to herself, that if her child was alive, would he be among one of these frantic kids searching?

She’d told her college classmate, “the farthest distance in the world is, the treasure is right next to you, and you just, don’t realize.”

“Oh yeah?”, her classmate said coldly to her, “The most painful kid of estrangement is, you’re right next to your baby, and he feels absolutely, NOTHING!”

not my photo still…

Yeah? Nobody knows nobody else, nobody cares for nobody else, just because they’d shared a common interest, or rather, they can, duplicate, and increased the amount of excitement that they feel, becoming a huge frantic group, thinking of the same things, doing the same moves–, oh, that’s, not exactly right! Everybody else was, collecting up the Pokémons, getting higher scores, and she’d just wanted to, stall and keep the memories intact: look! That Bulbasaur, sat there, on her lap……………..

“Come quick! The diner in front is giving out flowers——”, the shiny twinkling lights were on the screens now, a sign of the fairies, making appearances. The members of public, men, and women all, rushed toward her, the guy in black ran toward her, bumped into her shoulders, without slowly down, and tripped the elderly woman too, his face slanted, lips tilted, “Get OUT of my WAY!” “You…”, she’d held back her anger, gone up, to give the elderly woman a hand, but the elderly woman pushed her off, got up, steadied herself, and, followed the group forward, with her hand on the cell phone, holding it, high up in the air, moving it left, and right, what, did the elderly woman catch?

She became like a giraffe, slowly, got closer to the elderly woman. The elderly woman looked back at her, tilted her cell phone, smiled shyly, “My SUPER Pokémon, look!” it wasn’t, the monster with the large tongue, or the small magnetic monster; without the mysticisms, it wasn’t, actually, that rare either. She’d noticed, the small sized cell phone, it was, an older version of the smart phones that’s already been, extinct.

“He’s actually a very good boy. But my son and daughter-in-law are both too busy, I’d stayed by his side ever since he was a young baby.”

Inside that old and cracked glass rectangle, it’d, framed a boy’s side profile, looking kinda angry.

So, this just shows, how easy we get intrigued by the things that are trending now, and lost focus over what we should be paying more attention to instead, our loved ones. This should serve as a warning for all of you, parents, with children!