Must Not Jump – A Humble Apology

I am ashamed of myself. Most of the time, before I decide to write something up, I tend to find out more about the issue. Yesterday, I didn’t. I can come up with so many excuses for my rashness but in the end, it was just that… a rash conclusion from my end. I am sorry

According to this article here, the school had problem with space and used the changing room for all children regardless of their race. I guess, since it is Ramadan, there wasn’t a Malay child in the picture in the previous article in my post yesterday.

The news has now been sensationalised in social networks and blogs (I’m included here as the guilty party) and news. The school and the headmaster of the school is now under scrutiny.

Due to the issue of space, the headmaster opened up the changing room, which does not have toilet bowl in it, to the children so they have somewhere to sit to have their meal, rather than standing up or sitting on the ground. Whatever it is, the school and the government need to find a solution to the issue of space as the children has the right to proper facility.

Mind you… when I was in school, recess time is always busy and lack of bench and tables… I didn’t mind sitting anywhere as long as I had my friends with me.

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Privatising Myself

I was chatting to a couple of colleagues at work about social networks. One colleague is culling his friends list and the other said she would never accept a friend request from people at work. They were saying that they can’t really put up what they want if certain people are in their ‘friends list’. I told them that the best thing to do is not to put anything embarrassing or controversial. To which they disagree as it is their page and sometimes they want to speak their mind.

I know that this has been talked about a lot but I do find it interesting how people view the big infinite world of the world wide web differently from the big wide actual world.

I have to admit, in the past when all of these were new to me, I was all excited and poured my soul for the world to see. Looking back, I cringe as I think that I revealed too much of me. Yes, I’ve deleted some posts and make some private… but not before they were read.

I treated my blog and social network posts like I treated my diary when I was a teenager. The difference was, the diary that I kept was only privy to me… until mom got hold of it and read it and then I cringed and felt like it was the end of the world. How dare she read my private thoughts… and I’m sure that this must be the same for everyone… but why then is it OK to air your private thoughts publicly for strangers to read and scrutinise you?

My mom is not computer savvy but that does not mean that she can’t use the computer if she wants to. Whenever she asked me to show her something on the computer, she tends to pick it up almost immediately. For all I know she might actually be more computer savvy than I think she is… and do I want my mom to read certain things that might actually embarrass her more than me?

No.

I respect my mom too much to have her think that she has not brought me up the right way when she has actually done the very best that she could. She does not need any more grievances from me. She does not need to feel that I’d rather tell strangers all my secrets and yet, I do not verbally tell her.

Even though I do not put up any embarrassing or controversial posts up, when I received a friend request from my uncle once removed (as in he’s the child of my granduncle… not that I previously removed him from my friends list) on FB, I just had to go through some previous posts just to double check.

In a world where everyone is airing their dirty laundry for everyone else to see… I think I’ll be old fashioned and keep myself to myself… like the hermit that I am.