I spent 2 days reading The Sister’s Keeper and it broke my heart over and over again. There are books that bring you to lands you always/ never imagined as a child, then there are books that offers you perspectives you’d never thought of…this book reflected too much of reality.
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Initially, I thought it was a book about a youth screaming and demanding some attention from her parents. As I read further, it wasn’t the case. It felt like philosophy all over again, especially during the Judge’s closing statement about how the issue is no longer about a person and her kidneys, but about how decisions are made and how mankind decide who should make them. Only to realize that there is no good answer and more often than not, people make decisions that will enable them to “fumble through and make decisions that allow us to sleep at night-because morals are more important than ethics, and love is more important than law”-My Sister’s Keeper, Jodi Picoult.

It reminded me of Philo lessons where we had to constantly ask ourselves when is it right considered right? Under what conditions would the right stand, especially when we look at laws. What is considered to be a lawful act may be illegal in another country and vice versa. Sigh… I closed the book blurry eyed and hating the ending. What was thought to be a happy ending in the end after the case came led to twist of events in within the same day. The style of the narrative allowed me to view a single subject, albeit a complicated one, from many perspectives.

All in all, the relationships that mankind have with culture is prominent and to enable society to continue functioning, one ought to listen to the moral compass. I admit that this is a rather deontologist perspective, but through this, I hope to bring out the point that absolute free choice have a higher tendency, based on the nature of man, to perpetuate the problem of self-interested mankind, which in the end will dissolve the cultural duties that have been in placed for the value it is come to serve for generations.




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Nothing beats eating Rochor beancurd by the roadside with a good friend and freshly baked egg tart and crystal dumplings for dinner after a crap movie. We imagined how our lives would be like if we weren’t close to each other. We thought about how our lives were partly shaped by the sort of environment we were in and the sort of friends we mixed with—mostly goal getters. Sometimes we asked ourselves, do we have just as busy friends so as to ease our guilt of being just as busy to meet up with them too? Nah, that thought was quickly brushed aside. We concluded that to sustain relationships, it is not having many things in common. Commonality between each other is a bonus. All it takes is love and interest in another person’s life. ☺ But I guess, everybody have to deal with some aspect of their insecurity and that is why, some never do, and they drift away, thinking the other don’t care. Sad isn’t it?


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Anyway, my right shoulder is badly bruised. ☹ There’s this huge bump, and when stroked, I’d winced in pain!!!! Someone please enlighten me how to ease the pain. No, massage is out of the question.