the loss of innocence
i was bored at work today. so i went surfing. (shh)
and i didn't know what to surf. so i started from my own blog. clicked on a link.
then another link. and another link. and another link. you get the idea.
i came across a few blogs that were interesting. student's sketchpad was one.
i'm actually posting up their link here because they asked the readers to, if we found their
entries interesting. some content on stereotyped school students. it was amusing to me.
i was an ri boy. not proud of it. could identify with some parts, especially the parts with the
scgs/rgs girls and acs boys, gep students and elitist mindsets. i hated all that shit. but i digress..
was surprised to learn that the artists and writers were really just secondary school students.
such talent! if it were during my generation, those sketches would have just been confined to
torn and dog-eared note books. the internet - what a great place for expressions.
came across a few more blogs. was again surprised by the writing style, thoughts and maturity
level of some of those bloggers. 12 years old, and writing like a young adult, knowing how to
express their views, and actually blogging. i don't know what to say. the me of 12 years ago, was
only interested in playing street fighter and soccer.
i had my suspicions from observing kids nowadays, that they were growing up at a much faster
pace than my generation had. and from reading these blogs, it only confirmed my suspicions
further. questions raced through my head.. what was causing this change? kiasu parents?
result-oriented schools? and then it hit me.. it was the very thing i was staring at. the internet.
mass amounts of knowledge gained through reading the free flow of information, and losing
their innocence without them knowing at the same time.
i find it sad. i had a childhood, and i'm grateful to my parents for providing me with one.
maybe its sentimentality, but i have fond memories of days when i was a child without worries.
i wonder what it'll be like for the next generation after this.. i'm feeling old already.
and i didn't know what to surf. so i started from my own blog. clicked on a link.
then another link. and another link. and another link. you get the idea.
i came across a few blogs that were interesting. student's sketchpad was one.
i'm actually posting up their link here because they asked the readers to, if we found their
entries interesting. some content on stereotyped school students. it was amusing to me.
i was an ri boy. not proud of it. could identify with some parts, especially the parts with the
scgs/rgs girls and acs boys, gep students and elitist mindsets. i hated all that shit. but i digress..
was surprised to learn that the artists and writers were really just secondary school students.
such talent! if it were during my generation, those sketches would have just been confined to
torn and dog-eared note books. the internet - what a great place for expressions.
came across a few more blogs. was again surprised by the writing style, thoughts and maturity
level of some of those bloggers. 12 years old, and writing like a young adult, knowing how to
express their views, and actually blogging. i don't know what to say. the me of 12 years ago, was
only interested in playing street fighter and soccer.
i had my suspicions from observing kids nowadays, that they were growing up at a much faster
pace than my generation had. and from reading these blogs, it only confirmed my suspicions
further. questions raced through my head.. what was causing this change? kiasu parents?
result-oriented schools? and then it hit me.. it was the very thing i was staring at. the internet.
mass amounts of knowledge gained through reading the free flow of information, and losing
their innocence without them knowing at the same time.
i find it sad. i had a childhood, and i'm grateful to my parents for providing me with one.
maybe its sentimentality, but i have fond memories of days when i was a child without worries.
i wonder what it'll be like for the next generation after this.. i'm feeling old already.
* and the story ends like this..
