May 30 2009
Children of Technology
Sometimes I’m jealous to see children today.
I see children has internet connected netbooks in their rooms, and they wander around by carrying sophisticated cells.
I wish that if only I was born 10 years later, my childhood wouldn’t end up by stuck in my couch watching Sinha Moca, but I’d prefer spending my time by browsing 100 ways to register Facebook by faking my age.
If only I came home late from school, I wouldn’t need to queue on the coin phone box to ring my mom, but I just needed to pick up my cell to text my mom.
Kids are really lucky with the cells on their hands!

A student hid her cell behind books and text while her teacher is explaining the lesson. I’ve got an idea, what if the teacher teaches via SMS?
So now I laugh to see my hostess get furious.
Nindy, her 12-years-old daughter, now loves internet café so much.
No, she doesn’t enjoy blogging like me, but she’s addicted to on-line games.
She was just imitating her brother, but then via the game she had a new man friend (uh, is it man or just a boy? We don’t really know the age, I think he’s still a kid!) lives in another island, don’t know whether it’s on Jakarta or Jambi.
They used to be just chit-chatting by playing on-line, but then they make a date to meet on the game again.
And so that Nindy always desires to return to the café to play game anymore and meet the so-called man.
Each time coming home from school, she always asked my hostess for money to pay the internet café.
Her mom gets upset coz playing on the café drives Nindy exhausted enough to do her homework.
Now the relationship has developed.
Nindy and the boy has exchanged their cell numbers.
It’s not enough by chatting, now they text each other.
I thought they just text to date when they’ll play together anymore, but now their conversation has been more intensive.
Nindy can’t put her cell, they phone each other instead of texting.
The result is what I’ve been worrying about: since awoke up until get ready to bed, all that Nindy does is just texting.
Delay the meal, delay the shower, even delay the homework.
It seems like she can’t live a second without viewing her cell LCD, to make sure whether there’s a text from the gamer boy.
Her mom is furious, and she starts to limit her daughter’s pulse.
For a week Nindy just may buy a certain pulse. But surely Nindy doesn’t obey it.
Soon as she runs of pulse, she always nags to buy another pulse, though her time hasn’t been up.

Can you imagine a family has no other thing to do except being stucked with their own gadgets without talking each other? Well, the family might be yours.
I’m confused. Well, without cell, it’ll be hard if something happens to our kid outside.
But if they’ve already gotten the cell, they just text all the time and forget their other tasks. Do we live for just texting only?
Coz the truth is, we should enslave the technology, instead technology enslaves us.
I haven’t had a kid, but I’m afraid if my kid’s depending on cells like Nindy is.
Shall we return to the old times when cell hasn’t been common to kids?
Coz I wasn’t as lucky as today’s children, but I’ve done my life well.. without cells.















