Friday, March 27, 2009

The tree that bare no fruit

Having done my homework for the coming week, my mind was free to roam and I was just thinking about one of the trees in my backyard.

We have lots of plants in the backyard, mostly shrubs and tiny bushes and there is one particular tree that stood out from the rest. I've took notice of it for a while now cos I have never seen it having fruits. Ever. Instead, seeds were hanging in places where the fruits are ought to be. It must be weird being that tree, I thought to myself, having to look so different from its counterparts.

Then I had an idea. I reached out and plucked one of the red seeds that was hanging from its branches. Using a little stick on the ground, I dug a hole not far from the fruitless tree and placed the seed in it.

Two weeks passed and nothing happened. Still, I was hopeful. I checked it everyday and watered it frequently. Another two weeks passed and still no sign of anything. I was disappointed. I dug up the seed and threw it over the fence, like how I would a baseball. It fell hard onto the road outside but still I wasn't feeling any better. I felt sorry for the tree. I felt sorry for myself. Then I realised that the tree that doesn't bare fruit, never had a chance to feel at all.

The End.

Hey guys, the stuff above is all made up. My first attempt to incorporate themes in my stories. It helped that I really do have a tree in my backyard baring raisin-looking fruits.

Friday, March 13, 2009

A Proper Goodbye (on friday the 13th)

Some of you are wondering why I've decide to stop blogging and there have been some, well, speculations about me being emotionally attached to someone and hence not have the time to write. This is not entirely wrong. I've stopped writing mainly because ever since I've moved out of the village, I have close to nothing data downloading space (I dont know how its called) and thus decide to fully utilise it on my studies. And also because of the tremendous amount of work I am given now that I am a year 2 student and thus havent the time to write. And NO I am not seeing anyone. Just in case you're wondering.

This is not really a goodbye as the title suggest. It's more like 'see you in a little bit more than a bit'. Haha pardon me. Havent been writing for so long and now all I can think of is crap.

There is something serious I want to discuss. Please stop reading if you don't wish to use your brain today.

I mean it.

And I havent done this before but I am going to request that everyone who sees this to post a response to this. It's my turn to know what you think. It's a request so I'm going to say "Please".

I've recently been to a bioethics workshop and there were many big topics raised during the one and a half hour session. They range from if battery chicken farms should be abolish to if adult and embryonic stem cells research should be made legal. I want to talk about one of the ideas raised and that was the concept of "sacrificing one for the many".

Let me give you a scenario.

You're a pilot in the air force and your country is currently at war. You have with you on board, 5 other soldiers and you're on your way to pick the last one. If you were to go ahead and pick up that last solder, you will be able to pick him up alive but there is a very real chance of your plane being shot down. If you choose to go back with those already on board, the 6 of you go home alive (and probably live in guilt for the rest of it) but that last person will very likely die in the hands of the enemy. What will you do? Let's make it slightly more complicated. That last soldier is an extremely close friend of yours or a blood related brother. Think about it. Let me know.

If this scenario is too far-fetched, allow me to relate another one.

When scientist make a new medical discovery, there are usually many lab test that it has to be put through and many protocols to follow. This results in many years "wasted". Now, you're a scientist and one of your parents is dying of a heritary disease and you think you've found the cure. But because of the regualtion, you cannot administer the drug legally until it is being tested which takes about 5 years. From your knowledge, your family have less than a year to live. What do you do? Keep in mind that you have all the means to make this drug and if your family doesnt get it soon, the disease might make him/her so sick that even with the drug, he/she will still die. But if you do give the drug, you will lose your licence and reputation forever and also, since the drug wasnt tested, you might be doing more harm than good. So, what do you say?

I hate to do this. I really do. But do think about them, if you will. And don't forget to leave a response. If its too long, send me an email. And then I might just tell you what I'll do under those situations.



This post didnt turn out to be how I wanted it to be initially. Read the title again. Well, that's me. Always distracted. Always sidetracking.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Don't talk to strangers

You know how our parents used to warn us about all the bad things that would happen if we'd talked to someone we didn't know. Once upon a time, I believed it. And I think it's because I kept holding on to this thinking for a long period of time that it somehow became a habit. So although I am not afraid of strangers now, I do not generally associate with them. At least, not with the ease that the Australians are capable of doing.

This is rather "unacceptable" here. Socially. That is, the inability to make simple conversation with the random people whom you've never met before and will (most probably) never meet again for the rest of your life. Personally, actively engaging in a conversation on nothing more than the bad weather is tough enough, least to say being the one to start a new, but equally boring, topic about the poor transport system.

Talking naturally to people whom I've just met is unnatural to me. But this doesn't mean that I'm not a friendly person. Perhaps it's the way I was brought up in that hindered the path to having good interpersonal relationship skills. Perhaps its just me who's still not used to discussing my life openly to someone I don't know.

Perhaps...

I don't know.