Obligations vs. Morality

Student Dies After Kiosk Workers Refuse To Help

In this post, I would like to press on the issues of obligations and morality.

Obviously reading the flow of events that brought to that devastatingly heart-wrenching ending, it pains the reader to attest to the knowledge that, the girl could have been saved, if only more help was at hand.

By more help meaning, the use of a fire extinguisher to put out the flames that had started eating away at the upturned car.

People are blaming the workers at the petrol kiosk who refused the good Samaritan's attempt to obtain a fire extinguisher, even after much pleading and bargaining. Thoughts and rallies of blame against that particular petrol COMPANY are even underway, or brewing within the minds of those enraged by this seemingly breach of... what? Ethics? Humanity? Law?

The heart of the argument seems to lie within the domains of JUDGMENT vs. OBLIGATION.
With judgment accounting for critical thinking and the way one would handle a stressful chaotic situation based on clear reasoning.

In defense of the petrol kiosk, I would like to point out some key points:

• The accident was around 500 metres away. None of the workers could have assessed the situation, and hence was unable to envision the extent of damage.

• Fearfulness and a sense of duty. They were ordered to not open the kiosk doors, for reasons including theft and safety, which brings us to the next point.

• FRAUD. Many people argue the rationale in turning down a MAN, rushing in at 3 IN THE MORNING, demanding that you OPEN the DOORS to your store, to aid in an ACCIDENT, you can't see there and then. I would most certainly have taken precaution, AGAINST THAT MAN.

• Workers. What type of attendant would you think, will man a petrol kiosk at 3 am? I'm certain he or she does not have a degree in chemical engineering. Heck, he or she may not even have an education at all, and may not even be a CITIZEN of Malaysia.
  

Couple up the last two points, and you have a degree of mis-communication and mistrust. That is certainly not a good combination in the face of an emergency.

Which brings us back to JUDGMENT. Assessment of the situation, making a level-headed rational decision in a chaotic situation for the benefits of both parties, coming up with an amicable solution.

Would an immigrant worker be able to do that effectively? Would a petrol kiosk attendant manning the stall at 3 am have the CAPACITY, be it mentally or job-orientated, to do so?

*The tunnelhole of this argument is not somebody working at 3 am. It is ' What KIND of person would you expect to take the night-to-morning shift at a petrol kiosk?' and hence, their sense of duty and also, intelligence*

To sum it all up, this accident was an unfortunate incident with which its damage could have been significantly dissipated if GOOD JUDGMENT was available. However, to put it simply to avoid delving deep into the various facets of law and human rights, NO HUMAN IS OBLIGED TO HELP ANOTHER IN DISTRESS.

*With obligation meaning in this context, being bound by a set of rules or laws; to forbear something.*

Hence, we get something of a full picture, whereby the kiosk attendant had the right to refuse help, regardless of whether he/she had full knowledge of the accident. Plus, being non-obliged to offer any assistance, in lieu of safety and job *ignore the irony* obligations.

Nevertheless, in times of need and we call upon the humanity of others for help, the attendant has failed miserably (In his/her defense, the issue of misunderstanding could be brought upon). And on the basis of moral judgment, it is unfortunate that the attendant did not choose otherwise, which could have saved a life.

Obviously, I am commenting based on my third-party view within the confines of cold hard logic. However, on an emotional scale, I am unashamed to say that I DO feel a sense of INJUSTICE, RAGE, HELPLESSNESS and of course GRIEF, for the victim and her suffering.

This is my interpretation of this event, and I am not hardpressing my views on anybody, with no offense meant.

Dilemmas of a Health Science Student

I think a quartz of hypochondriac blood runs in my veins.

Not enough to declare Armageddon when my nose itches, but sufficient to cause heart palpitations with every noticeable ache and sneeze. I swear, if that ingrown hair on my thigh doesn't do me in, adrenal fatigue will. And it will not end pretty.

I've been ill these past few days. The usual: sore throat and fever.

Except the sore throats exceptionally sore, and the fever's... well... making me feverish; Or as one will call in my case, slightly delusional and paranoid.

To cap it off, I finger-felt a slight swelling under my jaw.

What in the world could I be suffering from? Swollen lymph nodes? Tonsilitis? Acute pharyngitis? Herpes? Primary HIV? CANCER?

Ohmigoshi'mgonnadiesoonandihaven'tevenexperiencedhalfofthethingsiwanttodo
plsplsplsidon'twannadiesosoonidon'tthinkicancopewithchemoorsurgeryforthatmatter

There goes my deranged pleading as I suffer bouts of jaw clenching pain whenever I attempt to swallow or move my poor, inflamed pharynx.

I went to my local GP today, to, you know, check things out. In my opinion, it was as lackluster as watching people watching paint dry. *forgive my weird lame language for today. As you know, I'm not feeling very well.*

As soon as I placed my butt on the folds of his cheap plastic leather straight-back chair, he asked :"What is wrong?"

So I answered : " I have a sore throat."

I wonder if it's habitual for physicians to listen to the patient's diagnosis and then dispense the 'I-knew-it-was-that-all-along' attitude along with unnecessary antibiotics, but, well... He was toeing that fine line between money-chasing quack and well-educated informed professional.

He looked at my throat and checked to see if I had a fever.

Then he declared :" Your throat is quite red."

Um... hello.

I wouldn't have noticed the difference if one night, miniature fairies took away my inflammation and replaced it with a full fairy construction crew attempting to drill iron leaden foundations into the very back of my mouth to build the Burj Al Arab of oral cavities.

So, you tell me. IS it supposed to be red?
Or should it have been dandelion yellow? Maybe a shade of Harbour Blue, with a dash of Rainforest Glow perhaps?

So I just nodded. And I stared at him. He stared back.

*Awkward silence*

It's at this point where patients take the opportunity to perform one or a few tasks that will probably weigh heavily on their health: Ask the doctor what is wrong with you, or thank him and walk out.

Obviously, I chose the former.

So I asked: " What do you think I have?"

Okay. So let's see. IF I were in his shoes, I would probably ask the patient whether he/she has any more aches, pains, unfamiliar lumps before concluding with a diagnosis. The doctor and I must be operating on significantly different wavelengths, because he answered:

"You have a sore throat."

Oh, my. I didn't know that. I thought the burning sensation on my pharynx was a way for those fairy workers to tell me they've begun piling work for the past FREAKIN' THREE DAYS.

Ok, so doctor, done.

When I went to the pharmacy, the mak cik at the counter threw me some lozenges and Clarithromycin tablets.

"Yangingyouambilduakaliseharisatudimlmdanstlgpdpagimestimknslpsmknnnn..."

Wow, if coherency was optional, I'm sure she'll cinch the top place of speaking informational gibberish, since some knowledge was supposed to be transferred somewhere amongst the jumbled alphabets that tumble out her succulent lips.

So there.

I wasted my morning, going to my local GP, just to find out I have a sore throat, and should consume some lozenges.

Oh yeah, and throw in a couple of them antibiotics to screw the insurance companies.

Tentative, Sensitive... Heck, They Rhyme!

In an irritable mood for the past few days. If an idiomic phrase were to describe my feelings in the last... I dunno... 48 hours, a 'black cloud over my head' is a etymological insult to my mortal existance, which characteristic of any human, my emotions are the pure essence of my being. So there.

To describe the upheaval of my entire predisposition requires something that goes along the lines of 'endless reverberating thunderclap of doom permeated by vigorous showers of pure acid and hate, punctuated briefly by flashes of hell-flames'. Now, THAT'S descriptive.

So, why?

Why does this occur? The... irrational anger, unmentionable, often untraceable pain; the constant irritability, hot flashes, hormonal imbalance, loneliness accompanied by an overwhelming buzzing of suffocation.

Am I menopausing at such a tender age?

Perhaps, the onset of a mid-midlife crisis? The dividing boundary between temperament catastrophes?

How perplexing.

Whatever hell nigh it may bring, I promise to stay strong despite the inner and obviously external adversities I face. Because life is just too short. *smiley face*



P.S I've decided to tone down my language and sometimes condescending attitude towards jerks that I've met along the way, not because they deserve to be treated better, oh no, quite the opposite.

Yet I realize that being too judgmental just weighs heavily on your soul, and while revenge is a dish best served cold, chilling your heart to subzero temperatures only lowers you down to their level.

My fingers itch at longhandedly tearing someone into shreds of their former selves peppered sparsely with faded fragments of their confidence. But I refrain.

Sometimes, just give yourself a chance to forgive.

Lets Pretend

" Can we pretend that airplanes in the night skies,

are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now..."

-'Airplanes' by B.OB feat. Hayley Williams & Eminem

As a child, how many times have you played pretend?

When the flimsy cardboard box turns into an impenetrable fortress; When the linoleum floor becomes a raging sea; When you sit on a chair and instantly morph into an astronaut, a pirate, race car driver, explorer.

When reality is dismissed, and the world conforms to your imagination.

Then you grow up, and pretend doesn't do it anymore in the cut-throat world of civilization. When pretend is fraud, a blessed escape from a place that, once wonderous and magical, has turned bleak and dangerous.

When the light of wisdom shining in your eyes dim, replaced by a weariness only living can bestow.

When pretense is the only way you'll survive.

So lets pretend.

Talk is Cheap. Hence I Do It Lots.

Money makes the world go round.

So profound are its effects that anymore cranial rapid spinning, causative agent: cash, will centrifuge all remaining goodwill left in me into a pellet of Scrooge-compacted humbug.

Now, I'm cheap. Yes, I'm admitting it. I don't like spending unnecessary money on things I can get for a) free, or b) swindle with no criminal implications attached. And if THOSE fail, there's always Mega Sales to count on.

I mean, seriously. It's a no-brainer. Why would anyone spend a larger sum of funds on something that they basically use for the same duration, exhibiting the same effects? Honestly, a T-shirt from a uber exclusive brand that sets me back onto dollar lunches for two weeks can only get me so far. In the end, I'd probably be so protective over it, that said garment will end up for the rest of it's material life framed in oak over my mantlepiece.

So much so is the logic of the Law of Parabolic Consumption, in that extremes in prices elicit consummate reactions that defy the purpose of action. Couple that with Variables of Miserliness and Outliers of Temporal Punter Insanity, you'll get the perfect cocktail for reasons to be cheap. As me.

Being cheap is synonymous with getting a cut. You must know the golden rule of evasive action against Spending Mines and Bazookas that blow cash out of wallets, pockets, socks and bras.

Have you ever had a paper cut? You know, the little bruise that makes you say "Ouch!"?

Ever notice that how the smallest physical contact with people can often elicit the loudest response?

Try cutting an arm off. Literally. I promise you won't be crying dainty little 'ouches'. In fact, you won't be crying at all. Shock has literally dissolved any semblance of nociceptors you have at your disposal, while your fight or flight reflex gears you up for the inevitable. Adrenaline is coursing through your veins like cheap alcohol in a homeless drunk. Endogenous opoids exterminate fear, replacing them with a bravado that enables you to maneuver out of whatever shit you're in.

But what has that got to do with saving a buck?

Ahhh, young Padawan. You have much to learn. See the huge posters that scream SCAM JOB? Meaning the 'Buy 6 for the price of 5!' or 'Pay 200 bucks per person, and get the 10th person in FREE!'. Those aren't the ones you should be afraid off. Tacky, preying on customer gullibility, the cheapo can dodge those bullets blindfolded.

No. It is not those that Cheap Jedis fear.

Truly fearsome enemies lurk in the dank recesses of places unspeakable, striking when weakness is eminent, backed by the sinister fiend of darkness.

The cheapo does not fear dumbass promotions. The cheapo fears.... HIDDEN PRICES.

Hidden prices, miniscule-print costs. The bane of Cheap shits. The unassuming 500 $ price tag for a dress 70% off, until you ring it up and realize, 500 $ is the price AFTER DISCOUNT. SHOCK. GASP. TWITTER UNEASILY. Or that when you get two scoops of ice-cream for the price of one, you're actually paying a few dollars extra for one scoop on that day, compared to normal days.

We cheap assholes detest those. They threaten our very EXISTANCE.

If we had a choice we would lobby for all sales to be conducted in font size of 89 and above, with production costs tacked underneath price tags using letterheads of 'BEFORE CUT'. Plus, we buy in bulk.

So there you go. Some thoughts by One Who is Cheap, for there will be One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to bind them, One Ring of the cash register to basically scare the crap out of them. It's innate.

We cheapos just can't help it.

When Wishes Turn to Dreams

I was going through, my box of old stuff
When I saw, this little string-bound book.
I unraveled the ribbon that grasped its thoughts,
And brought it to the light of this world.

I read through the pages, each a coarse mâché;
Paper crackled with every turn of my dreams,
Diligently inscribed into the parchment,
Of which each I called a wish.

Yes, a wish book
A book with which my wishes could be granted,
And put into being,
Under the harsh glare of reality.

Ink of desire stains fragile intent,
Of a life I wish I had.
As pen scratch to life, what I always pretend,
I can only hop, and ponder, silently protest.

Hark, there hast been a day!
To which I could proudly say,
That each page had materialized,
Into a form I can grasp.

For that day has yet to come,
For I am waiting still,
Silently I pray,
By my white-washed windowsill.

For until that day, in it itself redeems,
In whichever form, to where I can exist;
I can safely say, with pure conviction,
That my wishes,
Are nothing but dreams.

An Accurate Horoscope

How many of you believe in the powers of the stars?

That their alignments bring about changes within the human psyche that dominate proceedings of the entire world?

I do. LOL.

So I plagiarized this set of readings from a friend's facebook page, for your entertainment. Enjoy!



AN ACCURATE 2010 HOROSCOPE

ARIES - The Aggressive
Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous.. Not one to mess with. Funny.. Excellent kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, and family is very important to an aries. Aries are known for being generous and giving. Addictive. Loud. Always has the need to be 'Right'. Aries will argue to prove their point for hours and hours. Aries are some of the most wonderful people in the world... 16 years of bad luck if you do not forward.


TAURUS - The Tramp
Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight. Fight for what they want. Can be annoying at times, but for the love of attention. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. They can be self centered and if they want something they will do anything to get it. They love to sleep and can be lazy. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth! 15 years of bad luck if you do not forward.



GEMINI - The Twin
Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners. Very Good at confusing people... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Geminis will not take any crap from anyone. Geminis like to tell people what they should do and get offended easily. They are great at losing things and are forgetful. Geminis can be very sarcastic and childish at times and are very nosey. Trustworthy. Always happy. VERY Loud. Talkative. Outgoing. VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE. 9 years of bad luck if you do not forward.



CANCER - The Beauty
MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. A Cancer's Love is one of a kind.. Very romantic.. Most caring person you will ever meet in your life. Entirely creative Person, most are artists and insane, respectfully speaking. They perfected sex and do it often. Extremely random. An Ultimate Freak. Extremely funny and is usually the life of the party. Most Cancers will take you under their wing and into their hearts where you will remain forever.. Cancers make love with a passion beyond compare. Spontaneous. Not a Fighter, But will kick your ass good if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to! 12 years of bad luck if you do not forward.



LEO - The Lion
Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Usually happy but when unhappy tend to be grouchy and childish. A Leo's problem becomes everyone's problem. Most Leos are very predictable and tend to be monotonous. Knows how to have fun.. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Very predictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found. 7 years of bad luck if you do not forward.



VIRGO - The One that Waits
Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always wants the last word.. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. A pushover. Loves to gamble and take chances. Needs to have the last say in everything.. They think they know everything and usually do. Respectful to others but you will quickly lose their respect if you do something untrustworthy towards them and never regain respect. They do not forgive and never forget. The one and only. 7 years of bad luck if you do not forward.



LIBRA - The Lame One
Nice to everyone they meet. Their love is one of a kind. Silly, funny and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! However, not the kind of person you want to mess with...you might end up crying. Libras can cause as much havoc as they can prevent. Faithful friends to the end. Can hold a grudge for years. Libras are someone you want on your side. Usually great at sports and are extreme sports fanatics. Very creative. A hopeless romantic. 9 years of bad luck if you do not forward.


SCORPIO - The Addict
EXTREMELY adorable. Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Will try almost anything once. Loves to be pampered. Energetic. Predictable. GREAT kisser. Always get what they want.. Attractive. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Loves to party but at times to the extreme. Loves the smell and feel of money and is good at making it but just as good at spending it! Very protective over loved ones. HARD workers. Can be a good friend but if is disrespected by a friend, the friendship will end. Romantic. Caring.. 4 years of bad luck if you do not forward.



SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One
Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found.. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. A loner most of the time. Loses patience easily and will not take crap. If in a bad mood stay FAR away. Gets offended easily and remembers the offense forever.. Loves deeply but at times will not show it, feels it is a sign of weakness. Has many fears but will not show it. VERY private person. Defends loved ones with all their abilities. Can be childish often. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in bed..!!! Not the kind of person you want to mess with- you might end up crying.. 4 years of bad luck if you do not forward.



CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover
Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Grouchy at times and annoying to some. Lazy and love to take it easy. But when they find a job or something they like to do they put their all into it. Proud, understanding and sweet.
Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to win against other signs especially Gemini's in sports. Likes to cook but would rather go out to eat at good restaurants.
Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart. 24 years of bad luck if you do not forward.



AQUARIUS - Does It In The Water
Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind, loves being in long-term relationships. Can be clumsy at times but tries hard. Will take on any project. Proud of themselves in whatever they do. Messy and unorganized. Procrastinators. Great lovers, when they're not sleeping. Extreme thinkers. Loves their pets usually more than their family. Can be VERY irritating to others when they try to explain or tell a story. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter but will Knock your lights out.. 2 years of bad luck if you do not forward



PISCES - The Partner for Life
Caring and kind. Smart. Likes to be the center of attention. Very organized. High appeal to opposite sex. Likes to have the last word. Good to find, but hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers. Fun to be around. Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily. VERY caring. They always try to do the right thing and sometimes gets the short end of the stick. They sometimes get used by others and get hurt because of their trusting. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good sense of humor!!! Thoughtful. Loves to joke.. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. Good friend to other but needs to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be. 5 years of bad luck if you do not forward.

*Note: I do not take credit for any of the publishing done above.*