I had dinner date with my dad and my sweetheart last night, and it was a blast because for the first time in a few month, my dad spoilt me rotten with a cuppa ice blended moccha. Now, one thing about Cleffairy is that she’s a tea person, not a coffee kind of person. What happens when she takes anything related to coffee is she goes on hyper mode, and gets restless for the next 12 hours or so.

After having dinner with my father and chat til almost out of voice over moccha, I was extremely hyper that I dragged my sweetheart for a  groceries shopping in Carrefoure, Midvalley. One thing I haven’t done for quite some time now-shopping for food, as food prices has gone up and it turns me off just by seeing the price. But I made an exception that night, cuz dad has generously donated some money for me to pamper myself with. (LOL…since when dad did not ‘donate’ when he sees me, shame on me, 23 and still taking pocket money…ah, heck la, dad’s always been generous anyway, such a shame I don’t take after him.)

While I was busy in the frozen section, choosing some poultry to cook for the rest of the week, I saw something that pissed me off to no end. Child negligence. A few metres away from me was a child around 7 years old tending to her few months old baby sister in a stroller. The stroller was placed in front of the freezer, and as I walked closer to the children, I noticed that the baby has no blanket with her. Me and my other half looked around, searching for her parents, but they are no where in sight.

Suddenly the infant wailed as the sister tried to pacify her by feeding her a bottle of milk. She tried to force the bottle down, and I was aghast as I imagine that the elder sister might hurt the younger sister by pushing it down the thoat. Obviously, she doesn’t know how to properly feed the baby, and so, I went to her and try to make a conversation with her.

“Adik, mak mana?” I asked.

“Mak pegi toilet…” was her meek reply as her little sister continue to cry. The younger sister is probably hungry and cold. Well, of course she’s cold, she was left in front of the freezer with an elder one who probably too scared to pick her up and hug her to give her warmth!

“Ayah mana, dik?” came my hubby’s question.

“Ayah kat rumah.”

“Baby tengah nangis tu, biar kakak ni dukung kejap, bagi susu, baby lapar tu” said my dear in broken Malay language.

“Kak dukung baby, ok? Bagi minum dulu.” I said as I pick up the baby and gently pry the baby’s lips open with the bottle’s nipple and allow her to drink from it slowly.

After awhile, the baby finished drinking and burped contently after I gave her a few pat on the back. I put her back into the stroller, and move it to a place that is less cold. And move away as my hubby and I continue to choose our stuff as well as secretly keeping an eye on the child. He told me that if the mother did not return in 5 more minutes, we should hand the pair over to the security guard to avoid unwanted problems. And so we wait awhile more and the mother finally appear, oblivious to the fact that a stranger has just fed and burped her baby and the stroller was no longer in the same place that she left moments ago. I had expected her to take over the stroller, but she didn’t, and she walks ahead of the sisters as she practically command her elder daughter to keep up with her as she busied herself shopping for more food.

I was pissed at her negligence towards her child. If my hubby and I had bad intentions and wanted to take the kids away, I think it would be effortless. The elder sister seems to know nothing about talking to strangers and seems to easily obey what strangers said. I dare to say that she will follow us if we were to persuade her to go with us, and we don’t even have a lolli to lure her to begin with.

Now, in most western country, parents put a leash on their child in the form of cute bags or jumpsuits, and the leash only allows them to walk around 3 metres away from the parents. Enough to give them abit freedom to walk around and still be safe. Should we not take a cue and learn from them and take some precautions before unwanted things happens to our children?

Cleffairy: Parents, please do not neglect your child or leave your little ones to tend to themselves. Have you people forgotten the inhumane Nurin’s case? And not to mention Sharlinie’s case, she’s still missing til this very day. And god knows how many more cases of missing children out there.

I had dinner date with my dad and my sweetheart last night, and it was a blast because for the first time in a few month, my dad spoilt me rotten with a cuppa ice blended moccha. Now, one thing about Cleffairy is that she’s a tea person, not a coffee kind of person. What happens when she takes anything related to coffee is she goes on hyper mode, and gets restless for the next 12 hours or so.

After having dinner with my father and chat til almost out of voice over moccha, I was extremely hyper that I dragged my sweetheart for a  groceries shopping in Carrefoure, Midvalley. One thing I haven’t done for quite some time now-shopping for food, as food prices has gone up and it turns me off just by seeing the price. But I made an exception that night, cuz dad has generously donated some money for me to pamper myself with. (LOL…since when dad did not ‘donate’ when he sees me, shame on me, 23 and still taking pocket money…ah, heck la, dad’s always been generous anyway, such a shame I don’t take after him.)

While I was busy in the frozen section, choosing some poultry to cook for the rest of the week, I saw something that pissed me off to no end. Child negligence. A few metres away from me was a child around 7 years old tending to her few months old baby sister in a stroller. The stroller was placed in front of the freezer, and as I walked closer to the children, I noticed that the baby has no blanket with her. Me and my other half looked around, searching for her parents, but they are no where in sight.

Suddenly the infant wailed as the sister tried to pacify her by feeding her a bottle of milk. She tried to force the bottle down, and I was aghast as I imagine that the elder sister might hurt the younger sister by pushing it down the thoat. Obviously, she doesn’t know how to properly feed the baby, and so, I went to her and try to make a conversation with her.

“Adik, mak mana?” I asked.

“Mak pegi toilet…” was her meek reply as her little sister continue to cry. The younger sister is probably hungry and cold. Well, of course she’s cold, she was left in front of the freezer with an elder one who probably too scared to pick her up and hug her to give her warmth!

“Ayah mana, dik?” came my hubby’s question.

“Ayah kat rumah.”

“Baby tengah nangis tu, biar kakak ni dukung kejap, bagi susu, baby lapar tu” said my dear in broken Malay language.

“Kak dukung baby, ok? Bagi minum dulu.” I said as I pick up the baby and gently pry the baby’s lips open with the bottle’s nipple and allow her to drink from it slowly.

After awhile, the baby finished drinking and burped contently after I gave her a few pat on the back. I put her back into the stroller, and move it to a place that is less cold. And move away as my hubby and I continue to choose our stuff as well as secretly keeping an eye on the child. He told me that if the mother did not return in 5 more minutes, we should hand the pair over to the security guard to avoid unwanted problems. And so we wait awhile more and the mother finally appear, oblivious to the fact that a stranger has just fed and burped her baby and the stroller was no longer in the same place that she left moments ago. I had expected her to take over the stroller, but she didn’t, and she walks ahead of the sisters as she practically command her elder daughter to keep up with her as she busied herself shopping for more food.

I was pissed at her negligence towards her child. If my hubby and I had bad intentions and wanted to take the kids away, I think it would be effortless. The elder sister seems to know nothing about talking to strangers and seems to easily obey what strangers said. I dare to say that she will follow us if we were to persuade her to go with us, and we don’t even have a lolli to lure her to begin with.

Now, in most western country, parents put a leash on their child in the form of cute bags or jumpsuits, and the leash only allows them to walk around 3 metres away from the parents. Enough to give them abit freedom to walk around and still be safe. Should we not take a cue and learn from them and take some precautions before unwanted things happens to our children?

Cleffairy: Parents, please do not neglect your child or leave your little ones to tend to themselves. Have you people forgotten the inhumane Nurin’s case? And not to mention Sharlinie’s case, she’s still missing til this very day. And god knows how many more cases of missing children out there.

I had dinner date with my dad and my sweetheart last night, and it was a blast because for the first time in a few month, my dad spoilt me rotten with a cuppa ice blended moccha. Now, one thing about Cleffairy is that she’s a tea person, not a coffee kind of person. What happens when she takes anything related to coffee is she goes on hyper mode, and gets restless for the next 12 hours or so.

After having dinner with my father and chat til almost out of voice over moccha, I was extremely hyper that I dragged my sweetheart for a  groceries shopping in Carrefoure, Midvalley. One thing I haven’t done for quite some time now-shopping for food, as food prices has gone up and it turns me off just by seeing the price. But I made an exception that night, cuz dad has generously donated some money for me to pamper myself with. (LOL…since when dad did not ‘donate’ when he sees me, shame on me, 23 and still taking pocket money…ah, heck la, dad’s always been generous anyway, such a shame I don’t take after him.)

While I was busy in the frozen section, choosing some poultry to cook for the rest of the week, I saw something that pissed me off to no end. Child negligence. A few metres away from me was a child around 7 years old tending to her few months old baby sister in a stroller. The stroller was placed in front of the freezer, and as I walked closer to the children, I noticed that the baby has no blanket with her. Me and my other half looked around, searching for her parents, but they are no where in sight.

Suddenly the infant wailed as the sister tried to pacify her by feeding her a bottle of milk. She tried to force the bottle down, and I was aghast as I imagine that the elder sister might hurt the younger sister by pushing it down the thoat. Obviously, she doesn’t know how to properly feed the baby, and so, I went to her and try to make a conversation with her.

“Adik, mak mana?” I asked.

“Mak pegi toilet…” was her meek reply as her little sister continue to cry. The younger sister is probably hungry and cold. Well, of course she’s cold, she was left in front of the freezer with an elder one who probably too scared to pick her up and hug her to give her warmth!

“Ayah mana, dik?” came my hubby’s question.

“Ayah kat rumah.”

“Baby tengah nangis tu, biar kakak ni dukung kejap, bagi susu, baby lapar tu” said my dear in broken Malay language.

“Kak dukung baby, ok? Bagi minum dulu.” I said as I pick up the baby and gently pry the baby’s lips open with the bottle’s nipple and allow her to drink from it slowly.

After awhile, the baby finished drinking and burped contently after I gave her a few pat on the back. I put her back into the stroller, and move it to a place that is less cold. And move away as my hubby and I continue to choose our stuff as well as secretly keeping an eye on the child. He told me that if the mother did not return in 5 more minutes, we should hand the pair over to the security guard to avoid unwanted problems. And so we wait awhile more and the mother finally appear, oblivious to the fact that a stranger has just fed and burped her baby and the stroller was no longer in the same place that she left moments ago. I had expected her to take over the stroller, but she didn’t, and she walks ahead of the sisters as she practically command her elder daughter to keep up with her as she busied herself shopping for more food.

I was pissed at her negligence towards her child. If my hubby and I had bad intentions and wanted to take the kids away, I think it would be effortless. The elder sister seems to know nothing about talking to strangers and seems to easily obey what strangers said. I dare to say that she will follow us if we were to persuade her to go with us, and we don’t even have a lolli to lure her to begin with.

Now, in most western country, parents put a leash on their child in the form of cute bags or jumpsuits, and the leash only allows them to walk around 3 metres away from the parents. Enough to give them abit freedom to walk around and still be safe. Should we not take a cue and learn from them and take some precautions before unwanted things happens to our children?

Cleffairy: Parents, please do not neglect your child or leave your little ones to tend to themselves. Have you people forgotten the inhumane Nurin’s case? And not to mention Sharlinie’s case, she’s still missing til this very day. And god knows how many more cases of missing children out there.

I had dinner date with my dad and my sweetheart last night, and it was a blast because for the first time in a few month, my dad spoilt me rotten with a cuppa ice blended moccha. Now, one thing about Cleffairy is that she’s a tea person, not a coffee kind of person. What happens when she takes anything related to coffee is she goes on hyper mode, and gets restless for the next 12 hours or so.

After having dinner with my father and chat til almost out of voice over moccha, I was extremely hyper that I dragged my sweetheart for a  groceries shopping in Carrefoure, Midvalley. One thing I haven’t done for quite some time now-shopping for food, as food prices has gone up and it turns me off just by seeing the price. But I made an exception that night, cuz dad has generously donated some money for me to pamper myself with. (LOL…since when dad did not ‘donate’ when he sees me, shame on me, 23 and still taking pocket money…ah, heck la, dad’s always been generous anyway, such a shame I don’t take after him.)

While I was busy in the frozen section, choosing some poultry to cook for the rest of the week, I saw something that pissed me off to no end. Child negligence. A few metres away from me was a child around 7 years old tending to her few months old baby sister in a stroller. The stroller was placed in front of the freezer, and as I walked closer to the children, I noticed that the baby has no blanket with her. Me and my other half looked around, searching for her parents, but they are no where in sight.

Suddenly the infant wailed as the sister tried to pacify her by feeding her a bottle of milk. She tried to force the bottle down, and I was aghast as I imagine that the elder sister might hurt the younger sister by pushing it down the thoat. Obviously, she doesn’t know how to properly feed the baby, and so, I went to her and try to make a conversation with her.

“Adik, mak mana?” I asked.

“Mak pegi toilet…” was her meek reply as her little sister continue to cry. The younger sister is probably hungry and cold. Well, of course she’s cold, she was left in front of the freezer with an elder one who probably too scared to pick her up and hug her to give her warmth!

“Ayah mana, dik?” came my hubby’s question.

“Ayah kat rumah.”

“Baby tengah nangis tu, biar kakak ni dukung kejap, bagi susu, baby lapar tu” said my dear in broken Malay language.

“Kak dukung baby, ok? Bagi minum dulu.” I said as I pick up the baby and gently pry the baby’s lips open with the bottle’s nipple and allow her to drink from it slowly.

After awhile, the baby finished drinking and burped contently after I gave her a few pat on the back. I put her back into the stroller, and move it to a place that is less cold. And move away as my hubby and I continue to choose our stuff as well as secretly keeping an eye on the child. He told me that if the mother did not return in 5 more minutes, we should hand the pair over to the security guard to avoid unwanted problems. And so we wait awhile more and the mother finally appear, oblivious to the fact that a stranger has just fed and burped her baby and the stroller was no longer in the same place that she left moments ago. I had expected her to take over the stroller, but she didn’t, and she walks ahead of the sisters as she practically command her elder daughter to keep up with her as she busied herself shopping for more food.

I was pissed at her negligence towards her child. If my hubby and I had bad intentions and wanted to take the kids away, I think it would be effortless. The elder sister seems to know nothing about talking to strangers and seems to easily obey what strangers said. I dare to say that she will follow us if we were to persuade her to go with us, and we don’t even have a lolli to lure her to begin with.

Now, in most western country, parents put a leash on their child in the form of cute bags or jumpsuits, and the leash only allows them to walk around 3 metres away from the parents. Enough to give them abit freedom to walk around and still be safe. Should we not take a cue and learn from them and take some precautions before unwanted things happens to our children?

Cleffairy: Parents, please do not neglect your child or leave your little ones to tend to themselves. Have you people forgotten the inhumane Nurin’s case? And not to mention Sharlinie’s case, she’s still missing til this very day. And god knows how many more cases of missing children out there.

Excuse me awhile while I sniff and sob my head off. A lot of things happened these days and I am very very emotional at the moment, so please pardon my upcoming profanities and thoughts provoking words in the next few paragraph.

Damn, my back carseat is all bloody, and it scares the shit out of me. And I don’t exactly know how to get rid of the bloody stains. Why my carseat is bloody? Oh, no, don’t get me wrong I did not get an abortion or something. A colleague of mine came over to my place to ask me about something this morning, and she suddenly black out and fainted. What’s worst, blood was coming out profusely from her private parts. I was aghast! Completely aghast at the situation. I had known that she was pregnant, as she was boasting it to me happily a couple of weeks ago over lunch with her. She had told me how she took the home pregnancy test and looking forward to the first ultrasound with her husband soon.

Terror hit me when I saw the blood pooling around. My first thought was ” Shit, the baby! Oh god, the baby.” My next action was to scream my head off for the males in my office for help, and unfortunately for us at the moment, my boss was the only male available at the moment and he was a fucking squeamish scardy cat! The girls in my office started to scream as well, and by the looks of it, I was the only one with first aid experience. Damn, why the hell women these days only knows how to bitch about fashion and shopping? I kept asking them to help and they did nothing but stare.

 My boss came to see what the commotion was all about and turn blue at the sight. I practically had to yell at my boss and order him (literally) to help carry her to his car so that we can send her to the nearest clinic, as I figured, my colleague could not wait for an ambulance, and I truly believe that I would endangered her life if we were to delay. Besides, the nearest neo-natal clinic is just 10 minutes away.

And so we did. My boss pick her up while I grabbed her handbag and handphone and we rushed down to his car. But when we finally arrived at my boss’s car, some son of a bitch’s car parked his car behind his car and we couldn’t possibly take his car to send my colleague to the clinic. My boss was completely a wreck, and I had to make a quick thinking and told him just to take my car instead. My damned Kancil would have to do to send her to the nearest antenatal clinic. Well, I told him to drive, if you people must know, because I was too busy bitching and cursing the mother fucker who parked his car behind my boss’s car.

We arrived at the antenatal clinic about 15 minutes later and let the doctor take care of her. I took her phone and contacted her husband and told him what happened, and to my irritation, my boss was practically pacing around as we were waiting for the doctor to come out.

After about 30 minutes or so, the doctor in charge of my colleague came out of the labor room and told us that she had a miscarriage. And they had to performed a complete suction to clean up her womb or she’ll continue to bleed and get horrible infections in her womb, and it’ll take her about 15-30minutes more to snap out of the influence of the drug they used on her during the procedure to remove the dead foetus.

I almost cried out of symphaty for her. While I was tending to my own emotion at the news, my boss asked if we could go and visit her, and the doctor gave us his approval and led us upstairs to where they had wheeled her to.

It shocked me to no end to see that the ward was crowded with young Malay, Indian and Chinese girls. My boss was the blurred at the sight of it, and looked at me questioningly.

“Eh, why are there so many kids here?” he asked, probably completely clueless. I couldn’t help but smirk in disgust before answering him.

“What do you think, boss? Do you see any babies in the nursery?” I asked.

“Err, no…”

“These bitches are probably here for an abortion. What else could it be, duh?”  I said almost rudely and quite loudly, obviously pissed at the fact that while my collegue had truly been looking forward to her baby, these bitches can’t wait to kill theirs!

I was in fury, and I think I had somehow scares my boss off, as he’s usually quite a chatterboxer. Must be he saw the horrible part of me, and decided to shut up instead of disturbing a ‘PMSing’ woman beside him.

Frankly speaking, I had not expect that the clinic to be crowded with bitches who can’t wait to kill their own babies. Well, at least not during weekdays. I had known that these kind of neo-natal clinics does perfom abortion at times, especially during weekends. I had known this not because I had one, but because being a pro-life person, I had chosen the topic “Unwanted pregnancies and abortion among teenagers” during my second year in college as my Public Speaking assignment. And I did extensive research on it, and went as far as to ‘interview’ some slut of a classmate on ‘how is it like’ and ‘where to abort’ and even ‘how much does it cost’.

I sat down and looked around as I cursed yet again. I was doing abit math. 5 Malay girls, 2 Chinese and an Indian girl. Most look around just my age. Then I did a more advance math 8xRM700=RM5600. Fuck. The doctors here earned RM5600 today just by dirtying their hands sucking foetus out of these bitches womb! What a bastard. Man, maths was never my favourite subject, and being able to count this kind of thing is really disturbing.

I concentrated abit harder, and heard muffling sound of these bitches talking to each other and their boyfriends. These are part of the things I heard.

“I takutlah, Yang,” the girl said, sobbing a little bit.

“Tak pe, tak yah takutlah. Sakit sikit je. Sekejap je doktor tu buat.” some bastard behind the privacy of my collegue’s curtain said.

“Tapi, Yang, you tak kesian kat baby ni ke? I takutlah, sakit. Nanti I takleh dapat baby lagi camne?” she asked.

“You jangan risaulah. Kite muda lagi. Nanti bila kite dah keje, dah kawin, baru kite pikir, lagipun, kite dah bayar, kalau you tak buat sekarang, nanti lagi susah. Bapak you mesti halau you punye!” the son of a bitch reasoned. The voices faded as a nurse came and instructed her to walk to the surgery room.

 It had taken me some will to hold my tongue from lashing some cursing at these two people. What the hell!They dare to have sex, and yet they are not willing to be responsible of their action. Why can’t these two people just get married or something? Why must they result to killing their own flesh and blood?

While I was busy with my thoughts, my colleague’s husband arrived, and was told of the news about his wife having a miscarriage. The man had cried, truly heartbroken with the news, as it was their first baby. My boss did the most rational thing he could do. He went to my colleague’shusband and comfort him, telling him to be strong for her sake.

I found myself in tears as I saw my colleague stirring and started to come around. My boss look at them, and went downstairs to request her to be transferred to a private room, as he deem that the ward was truly unsuitable for her, and personally, I agreed with him. Why should my colleague stay in the same room as those bitches who doesn’t want their babies when she probably want to cry in grief and mourn for hers. If she  stay in the same ward as those bitches and heard their conversation, it’ll be a great emotional blow to her.

The nurses transferred her to a private room as my boss and I stood outside of the door, giving the couple the much needed privacy. While we were standing outside, I heard her cry. And her husband tried as hard as he could to comfort her, as he too grieve over the loss of their baby. I shamelessly cried too. Truly saddened by the fact that she had just lost her baby, and she don’t even have a say in it while the bitches who were there that day is there to kill their babies. My colleague had no choice but to sadly say goodbye to hers. But those bitches could keep theirs if they have a heart.

In this modern society, it has become a common practice for unmarried couple to abort their babies in unwanted pregnancy if they think they are not ready to have a baby or not responsible enough to have and raise children. To me,the expulsion of the foetus from the womb intentionally is a sheer coldblood murder, and by sharing this  story with all of you, I hope none of you would result to abortion, no matter what.

After an abortion, many were imprisoned with guilty conscience, especially the woman who had one. And many will try to find ways to amend their mistakes by making offerings to the soul of the baby. But, what good can it make? They had mindlessly killed their unborn child, and nothing they did after that could justify their actions nor could they bring back the baby to life.

Abortion is a sheer murder. I don’t believe in illegal abortion, unless abortion (MTOP) is perfomed legally and strictly in medical terms to save the mother’s life.

And for you pro-choice and irresponsible bastards and bitches out there,please, please, practice safe sex if you decided to have pre-marital/extra-marital sexual intercourse anyway. I can’t stop horny people who wanted to have sex, but I’ll be damned if I don’t remind people to practice safe sex to avoid another life being killed.

Cleffairy: I really do hope my colleague and her husband will eventually heal and survive this, and try to have another baby in the future. It’s so sad to see that while there are countless couples out there who desperately wants children and goes great length to have one, there are people cruel enough to kill their own child.

My father hit the golden number today. And no, he did not win lottery or a jackpot. He hit 50. Today is his birthday, and I gave him a well deserved phonecall to wish him a happy birthday. I did not realize how fast time goes by, and to me, my father stays young forever, always a 30-ish. And perhaps, that goes the same with him, all his daughters are his baby girls forever.

50… he hits 50, and I have come to realization that I’ve been taking things for granted which is spending time with my parents. Oh well, that is kinda hard to avoid because we live miles apart, and I can’t afford to make trips back to hometown every week or fortnightly like others.

Growing up following my parents who are transferred around Malaysia every 2,3,4 years has caused my childhood, and I have realized that is another reason why I did not go back often. It’s because I simply do not have any friends or aqquintance to loiter with when I go back for a visit, and I have to be stay at home because I’m not familar with the place they are staying now. Not to mention  having no others but my parents and my sister as companion is some sort of turn off. So, instead of going back to my old folks’, I just give them a call every now and then.

But, I feel guilty nevertheless and wishes to see my family often, and I wonder how many out there do not go back to visit their parents or in laws often? You see, it’s a common knowledge that when a woman is married, she’ll go back less, and some are not even permitted to see her families after a few years of marriage. I’ve heard some old wivies tale about extreme chauvinistic Muslim husbands who don’t mix well with the wife’s family telling the wife that if she’s to step out of the house to visit her family, she’ll be automatically divorced. And there’s a number of non-Muslim husbands who does that too. Sad, but yes, some husband simply treats his wife like a property he owns, and forgets that she too have a family before marrying him. How could one so heartlessly severe family ties like that is beyond my understanding.

Maybe in this never ending rat race and mind boggling Malaysia, we should take a break and cherish the ones around us, and try to spend some quality time with our old folks while we can. I certainly can’t spend too much time with mine due to distance factor, but I do hope you people out there can do so when you can, and while the old folks are still around.

Cleffairy: Happy birthday dad. You’re always young in my heart.