Saturday, 28 July 2007

Update: Child Abuse: The Story of Little Xin...



Update: I have been advised (see comments) by Pediatrician Dr Les (MBBS (UK), MRCP (Edin)) to change some of the 'abuse' in my post to another word, as people may become confused. So yes, I have changed some of the words. Thanks Dr Les for the feedback! It also transpires that some people think I condone these kind of behaviour, when all I did was give a running commentary of what is the possible scenario while sharing about Xin. I do not in any way condone child abuse.

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I have been following the story of 17-month-old Chin Shyan Ping, and I feel so very sorry that nobody intervened soon enough...



During the course of my work in the hospital, I not only was privileged enough to work with darling Chee Keong and all the other special children, but I was also allowed access into a few areas of the hospital not otherwise accessible to the public in general...

Firstly, as some of you might know, I worked in the newborn babies nursery, where I learned hands-on how to care for, feed and clean/bathe newborn babies, some as small as 1 kg!

In addition to that, I was also allowed to work on certain special cases in the Isolation Ward, which I've not blogged about before...



Today, I would like to share with you one story of a little girl called *Xin...



Xin was 3-and-a-half years old when she was admitted into the hospital for suspected child abuse. I got a call a few days after she was admitted, asking if I could spend a few hours a day with the little girl in hopes that I could befriend her and gain her trust, and in the process, make her stay in the hospital less frightening...And of course, if she tells me anything that could help the doctors understand her situation, all the better...



When I first met Xin, my heart went out to her...She was all curled up in a little ball, her cheeks tearstained, and her arm in a sling and cast for a fracture...

She refused to talk to me or look me in the eye, and all I did that day was sit in a chair in one corner of the room, barely saying anything except calling her name occasionally...The idea was to get her used to my presence so that she would realise I meant to be with her, and to let her know I was not the enemy...

All in all, I sat with her for over 3 hours that day, in a corner...



Just before I left, I went up to her and reached out my hand, palm up, while calling her name. I told her I would come back tomorrow...

She looked at me, and then she said, in Chinese: "Can you bring me food? I want to eat KFC Nuggets"...

Ah...There is some progress, I thought...

I agreed to bring her nuggets...



That was how I found myself in the wet kitchen the next morning, at 6.15 am, still groggy-eyed, frying nuggets.

I was groaning to myself the entire time: Sheesh, the things I agree to do!

My mum was rolling her eyes, because I am usually too lazy to even brew coffee at such an Ungodly hour!



After my usual 'rounds' helping the nurses clean and feed the nursery babies from 7-8 am, I tiptoed into Xin's room (The Isolation Ward is inside the Nursery Wing, as the Nursery Wing's main electrical doors are locked, for safety) with the tupperware of nuggets. She was awake...

The minute she saw me, she asked for her nuggets...

I gave them to her. She looked at them, then glared at me: "Not KFC!", she screamed.

Oh dear! Where was I going to find KFC at 8 am in the morning?



To cut the long story short, I ended up bringing Xin all kinds of food. Some days, she demanded ice cream, some days sausages, some days Mee Goreng, some days jelly and the list goes on...

And she was very particular with what she wanted...If I brought the wrong thing, she refused to talk to me, and would scream...And make no mistake, she could really scream! And she bit me hard once too!



Sigh...Abused child? I think she was doing all the abusing! (Update: I can't change this sentence. To people who are bound to get confused, what I meant was the tables are turned (a cry for attention). Which is why I indulged her...)



Xin was also very shrewd, for someone so young...

She would refuse for me to bathe her when it was time, and would only look for me to bathe her when I was busy carrying a baby or feeding them...When I wanted to bathe her, she would insist on the busiest nurse, or scream in protest when her demands were not met...

She would also climb out of her cot (yes, eventhough her arm was broken!) and proceed to run all over the nursery wing, even to the extent of climbing the windows...

The result was a very harassed Daphne running all over the wing too, and from Xin, I learnt never to wear a skirt when working with mobile, hyperactive, tantrum-throwing children...



All in all, I spent 3 weeks with Xin, sitting with her after I was done with the babies, but before Chee Keong woke up...At about 9.30 am, I would go and wake darling Chee Keong up, bathe, exercise and feed him, which would take me about 2 hours. After that, it was back to Xin...



While working with Xin, I learnt many new things about (physical) child abuse...I learnt alot from the 2 Pediatricians, Dr Amar Singh (Head Pediatrician), Dr Sheila and Dr Khatijah...

One thing that Dr Amar always says is that the main aim in intervention was to one day reunite the child with the parents, unless there were cigarette burns or something of that nature (Parents who burn/scald their children are of unstable mind)...



You see, contrary to popular belief, parents and guardians who physically hit their children (exception of cigarette burns and the like) do love the child very much, and are not deranged or excessively violent...(Of course, there are exceptions)...

They hit the child because, often, they do not know how to handle a child, especially one prone to tantrums, violent and/or irrational behaviour, and who are full-of-energy...And most of the time, the adults don't realise their own strength...And the parents are often young and/or struggling to make ends meet under very harsh conditions...

Update: I Never said it was ok that these parents hit their child, so please don't misread.



Taking Xin as an example...Her parents/guardians/babysitters probably didn't know how to discipline her!



The role and aim of intervention was to help these parents by addressing their concerns as parents, and to help them resolve their anger and frustrations in other ways...And of course, to help them handle their child in the best way possible...

These interventions were foremost, to help safeguard the interests of the child, and subsequently, the parents...And of course, to preserve the family unit...



Xin eventually went back to her parents (I do not know what transpired legally, and the agreements made, and I cannot reveal more than this)...



Reading about little Shyan Ping's fate, and that of her parents, I was indeed very sorry, because had someone intervened earlier, Shyan Ping might still be alive...Had a group of dedicated doctors like Dr Amar, Dr Sheila and Dr Khatijah come into the picture, not only might Shyan Ping be alive; she might be happy with her family...



So really, when a child like Shyan Ping dies, whose fault is it? Her parents?



No, the cold fact is: It is society's fault for not doing something...


We have all failed the little Shyan Ping's of the world...



PS: I will periodically share stories of the children and people that I've worked with in the hospital...So, stay tuned! The stories that I share are mostly stories you would not have read in the press about. This is because Dr Amar, bless his soul, is adamant about protecting these children (and their identities) and not letting them become victims of the press and rumour-mongers...We really do need more Pediatricians like him...

As for me, I share these stories (the details are kept confidential) because I think we all have a lot to learn together, and awareness comes in many forms, including through blogs...




Note: *Name has been changed...




Friday, 27 July 2007

PMS Boiling Over = Patience vs Anger...





Most people who know me well generally agree on one thing: I am a very patient person, but when I lose my temper, I really, really lose it...



My mom calls me the 'quiet dog whose bite will kill' (it sounds better in Hokkien!), because when I lose my temper, it's very ugly...

One good thing? My tempers don't last though...



Lately though, I feel as if my patience is ebbing away...I get annoyed by the slightest thing; I can get all mad if someone so much as says something ridiculous; I become really pissed if people make me wait a little more than 10 minutes...

My friends say it's years of PMS boiling over, and they are all avalanching now...

Is it true? I really don't know...

I hope it doesn't stay long though...I hate getting angry...




I am a pretty patient person by nature, maybe because I don't like to pick a fight...I guess it's also this whole Malaysian thingy where you "jaga hati orang", especially if they are older than you...




As to what will cause me to lose my temper, it varies...

Some things I can keep my cool for a very, very long time; others, not an iota...

If you cut my line in the cashier for example, you will get an earful as I will not stand for it...






I had a *Ahem* 'showdown' the other day in the supermarket...

There I was standing in line for over half an hour because the line was very long...



And when it finally became my turn, this well-dressed (in tie and long sleeves) young man came right in front of me, and proceeded to unload his basket of 13 things (Yes, I counted!)!

And here I was, holding a bag of pens to be paid...One bag...



At first I kept my cool...And then what should happen but the cashier accepted his items without so much as giving me a look...And it wasn't that she wasn't aware of what was going on, because she had already accepted my member card!



I lost it...



I blew my top at him, not caring who was looking...

It wasn't that he didn't know where the line starts-if there are two people, and you got confused which end was the right one, I can understand-but here I was with 8 people behind me!




He was over a head taller than me, and he must have thought that gave him reason to bully me, what with all the people behind me being old makciks and pakciks...

If he had been in a hurry, all he had to do was ask to go first, and under normal circumstances, I would have have said ok (Depends on how long the queue behind me is...Not fair to them right?)...

I'm also the kind of person who if I have a whole basket-full of things (like groceries) and the person behind me has only a few, I usually let them go first...Friendly tips from mum and dad =)



All in all, I ended up standing there for about 20 minutes more, but I was not going to let him get away with paying first...Everyone behind me was also dying to pay, but nobody said a word to keep me quiet or to tell me that my fuss would make them later...



In fact, the makcik behind me said, loud enough for all to hear: "Ah, orang muda sekarang, tak tahu berbaris. Mereka tak ajar ke kat sekolah?"

To which her friend replied: "Ada. Adik depan ni kan sedang marah dia?"

Then some pakcik quipped: "Pakai je cantik-cantik, tapi otak takda. Tak nampak ke ada line?"



I was going to giggle! but was waay too angry...It looked as if everyone was willing to wait just to make sure there was justice...

He ended up walking away without getting to pay first...After I demanded to see the manager to file a complain about unethical staff...

It was a simple matter of someone cutting my queue, but it was enough to make me lose it...



But other things, I can be the most patient person on earth...

Like feeding my dear Chee Keong...



I never really realised how long it took him to eat, until one day, one young doctor walked up to me with this big grin on his face, flashed his handphone, and said: "Wah...Damn patient la you. I've been timing how long he eats. Exactly (read off his handphone) 1 hour, 49 minutes and 35 seconds, and you didn't get angry once!"


Ok to be fair, Chee Keong was sick at that time, and only learning to eat, so it took very, very
long...Usually, it takes about 30-45 minutes...


Sigh...I wanna be patient again...

Boohoo...


I think I need a massage...=)


Wednesday, 25 July 2007

Of Leather and Fishnet Stockings...


Sigh...


Today, a few of my friends dressed in leather and fishnet-stockings came and asked if I would like to go clubbing with them.

I said 'No'...

At first, one of them looked at me incredulously, after which she said: "Have you ever gone clubbing?"

When I again said 'No', her jaw must have hit the floor...

They tried to persuade me into going, but I was adamant about not going, and then one of them said: "Why are you such a goodie-two-shoes?"



Hmmm...That got me thinking...



Many people seem to think that being away from home is licence to go wild...Go partying, clubbing, pubbing, karaoke-ing, and shopping...Really paint the town red as if there was no tomorrow...Many seem to think that what was once 'wrong' will become 'correct' when you leave home...



Is it?

I don't think so...


I don't think I'm a goody-two-shoe; I merely believe in my principals...I am all for trying new things, but there should be a personal limit, right?

Is that so wrong?



Just because I'm away from home and I don't have to ask for permission to go out at all times of the day, does this mean I should take advantage of the freedom and just really let my hair down and let loose...And come home at 3 am in the morning, just because mum is not there to kill me?


I know to many people, it's not cool to admit you've never gone clubbing, but I really am not the kind of person to go clubbing...

So why should I sacrifice my principals just because many people think it's not cool?



I don't go clubbing and pubbing not just because my parents don't approve (they don't)...

I also don't go because I don't condone spoiling your body (excessive noise, smoke, liquor, drugs, to name a few)...For one, I cannot stand cigarette smoke, and I can't so much as breathe when there is even a trace of the smoke in the air...Why torture myself, go red in the face, splutter like mad, all because I want to look cool?


Sorry, but I refuse to die even earlier just because of an image upgrade...Didn't anybody read all those articles that say that second-hand smoke kills even faster? Or does all that threat of lung-cancer make you high? I wonder how high you will be when you're having tons of cytotoxic drugs pumped into your system when you're dying from Lung Cancer...


I know not all clubbing is about drinking, smoking, drugs and noise, but why put yourself in that position in the first place, where things might happen? Has nobody else but me read about the dangers that happen when youngsters with raging hormones get drunk? Has nobody but me read about the dangers of having your drink spiked?


I don't force my beliefs on people and expect everyone to not go because I don't believe in it, but really, is it so much to ask that you respect my beliefs as well? I don't poke fun at people who smoke or those who drink (and am firm friends with them), so why should anyone poke fun at me if I don't?


Tell me, people, am I so wrong in sticking with what I believe in?


Hey, if nothing else, I'm doing society a favour by not going clubbing...

Because really, alot of people might die of a heart attack if I decide to wear leather and fishnet stockings...

Die of excessive laughter and shock, which will cause the heart attack...


Muahaha...


Saturday, 21 July 2007

You Never Know Who Your Next Friend Might Be!...


Hi Everyone!

I'm back!


Anyway, during my little, short break, I went back to the hospital to pay some old friends a visit...I guess it was a little nostalgic being back there, especially when thinking back to the great (yes, you read that right!) times I had there...




Mrs Das and me...


I saw Mrs Das, my 'boss' at the Medical Social Work Department (she oversees the Volunteer programme), and she threw me a nice, warm hug the minute she saw me popping my oversized head into her room, and blamed me for bringing the rain with me...And guess what? The rain stopped about 5 minutes later, and the sun came out, and I became the sun-bringer!

She's been trying to get me to call her Kala, but I started with Mrs Das, and it's stuck!





Dear Dr Sheila...


Anyway, as I was making my way home, who should I bump into, but dear Dr Sheila?


Dr Sheila was head Pediatrician of 6A, the ward where Chee Keong was staying in (the ward I volunteered in) for more than a year, and a nicer doctor with a softer heart, you'd be hard-pressed to find...


She used to greet me with a 'Good Morning Darling' every morning, and one day, she called me to say that she was leaving to post-specialise in Neurology Pediatrics in KL...



I was happy for her, but I knew that Ipoh Hospital was losing a very good doctor, and indeed a friend...



Dr Sheila is the kind of doctor who would admit Orang Asli (OA) children when they had diarrhea and adamantly refuse to discharge them the minute they recovered...Instead, she would 'keep' them so she could fatten the undernourished child, and mother too!



Under the Malaysian Health Ministry, all OA get free treatment, and anyone who accompanies them to the hospital gets free meals too! Which is super great...


And she always had a sweet word for all the children...All the children are either 'sayang', or 'darling', or 'sweetheart'...And whenever she had to give them an injection or the like, she always apologised with a 'Sorry Sayang'...How sweet is that?


Hey, I was always a darling ;)!

Dr Sheila was also the doctor who kept Chee Keong in her ward for over a year in total...She made sure he got the care he needed, and always made sure his bed was the nearest to the nurses' station...And every morning, she would be talking to him, whether he understood or not...




And today, I saw her walking out of the Pediatric Room, and her face broke into a smile...I threw my arms around her! And then she told me she's back here for good (for now)!

I remember how once, while in her ward, I fell ill (caught something), and even called me up at home to ask how I was doing the next day...




Sister Kalwant, Head Nurse of 6A...


The thing is this: Our goverment hospital staff have always been portrayed as cold, heartless and unprofessional...While I admit there are many bad apples, there are also great apples too! And the staff of Ward 6A (indeed, the whole pediatric unit!) have been nothing but kind and caring with their young patients...



And indeed, you can never tell where, when or how you would meet your friends-to-be...Cos I sure have been making friends in so many places, that I have lost count...

A smile is sometimes all it needs to start a friendship (Heard of the line "Smile and the whole world smiles with you?")...



And a smiling Dr Sheila asks: "Holiday bila?"

Me: "November and December"

Dr Sheila: "I'll see you in November upstairs in the ward then darling"...


Yes, Dr Sheila, you definitely will!

And, Welcome Back!...




Monday, 16 July 2007

Away...




Dear All,


I will be taking a short leave from the World of Blogging to re-charge my batteries...The present ones are horribly worn out, and I am very tired (physically)...

Looking forward to coming back, and meantime, take care all you Blog Bro's and Sis's, and thanks for all the support thus far! If you wish to contact me, my email is always available, and hey, so is the comments page! =)

I shall meanwhile, leave you with a short poem that has never failed to make me laugh...After all, I believe Mr Nobody is everywhere!


Mr. Nobody

I know a funny little man,
As quit as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody's house!
There's no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody

`Tis he who always tears our books,
Who leaves the door ajar,
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pine afar;
That squeaking door will always squeak,
For, prithee, don't you see,
We leave the oiling to be done
By Mr. Nobody

The finger marked upon the door
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blind unclosed,
To let the curtains fade.
The ink we never spill; the boots
That lying round you. See
Are not our boots they all belong
To Mr. Nobody.


~Author Unknown~



Laugh, people!


*Hugs*,
Daph


Wednesday, 11 July 2007

She's Worth Losing My Voice For...



I am losing my voice (I can hear my mum whooping for joy that I will be silent for a while)...Anyway, let me tell you a little story of how I came to be nearly losing my voice...

It all started when I went down to the hospital pharmacy yesterday...

When I walked in and took my number, the only thing I thought was thank God, the line wasn't long. I took out my book. The pharmacy was freezing cold and in minutes, I had put my jacket on and wrapped the hood around my neck to keep myself from freezing...


And after about 15 minutes, an old lady appeared and sat next to me. She then suddenly said: "* It's freezing".

I looked at her. She was clearly very old, and she was really thin. I felt so bad...Had I not been freezing myself, and feeling horribly stuffed because of the cold, I would have given her my jacket.

Me: "Yes, it is. Very cold"...

I don't think she heard me though...


I looked around, and tried my best to locate a seat which was positioned farthest from the various (and multiple) air-conditioner blades as possible. Seeing one, I put down my book, grasped her by the arm, and led her to the seat. I seated her directly under the unit (the blades were pointing out), gave her a small smile, and left...


Imagine my surprise when she came back to me after a few minutes...

Old Lady: "Ah girl, is my number up yet?"
Me: "Aunty, what is your number?"
OL: "I don't know. I can't see the slip of paper (she slips the paper into my hands) and I can't see the number on the board".


I took her slip of paper...And felt really sorry for her, because the counter she was asigned to, was clearly serving a lot of customers...


Me: "Aunty, your number is very far off samore. About 35 more people to go"...
OL: "It's ok. I have time. Will you please tell me when my number comes?" (She sits down next to me again)
Me: "Aunty, my number is up next. I'm at a different counter from you".


I kept repeating myself, because she didn't seem to register what I was saying...Whatever it is, when she got what I said, she looked so sad, and I felt even worse then my freezing fingers, neck and clogged up nostrils...

And she sighed...

Me: "Why don't you listen out for the number when they call it. Can you hear them?"
OL: "No, I can't hear. I'm deaf in one ear, and the other one can barely hear too"...



Huh...That explains why I keep repeating myself, I thought to myself...It was then that she turned and showed me the hearing aid she wears in the other ear; it doesn't look like the minute machine is working well...

The lady who had the number before me was arguing with the pharmacist, about God-knows-what...


It was then that I made the decision to sit with this Aunty until her number came...After all, if she can't see the digital red-dots that make up the number board, and she can't read her slip of paper, and she can't hear the digital voice reading out the number, it was going to be very difficult for her...

I turned my head towards her better ear and said: "Aunty, never mind lar, I sit with you till your number is called, then only I will go home"...

She turned to look at me, and you could see the look in her eyes...That surprised but very grateful look, and then she said: "No, no, I don't want to trouble you. You go home. No need to sit with an old lady like me. But you are very good. I have never seen young people good before"...

Honestly, I didn't know if that was a compliment or not!


But I stood my ground. When my turn at my counter came (the lady-before-me and the pharmacist finally made peace), I collected my medicine and returned to my seat...

OL: "You really going to sit with me?"
Me: "Yes, of course"...

She beamed, wrinkles and all.


I had no heart to leave her there alone...Besides the fact that she was obviously old, there was also the fact that the pharmacist who was mending the counter Aunty was assigned to had shouted at about 3 people in the past half-an-hour...

Aunty, with her hard of hearing ways, and not being able to see well, was a sure recipe for him to yell at...

So we talked to pass the time away...


Unfortunately, Aunty cannot hear very well...

But oh boy, she loved to talk, and she wanted to know everything to know about me...

And I kept speaking louder and louder and louder that by the time it was our turn, everyone in the room would have known where I came from, what I do, where I study and how much it cost me to hail a cab from my hostel to the hospital...


As we chatted (I was kinda shouting), she slipped her tiny hands into mine...And Aunty Ong (I finally got her name) turned to me and said: "Your hands are warmer than mine"...

And so it happens that I found my half-freezing hands warming the 3/4-freezing hands of this old 80-plus woman whom I had never met in my life...

And after about an hour, her number was finally called...


Which brought us to the next problem: Explaining Aunty Ong's prescription to her...

Oh boy...


Pharmacist, after a few rounds of unsuccesful attempts at explaining, turns to me: "You tell her later. People are going to complain very soon that I'm yelling at an old lady"...

Me: "Sir, you have to tell her because I am not going home with her, which means I can't tell her later. She has to understand you now, as I won't be there to make sure she gets her medication right"...

Him: "I know you're not with her. I meant tell her outside".

Me: "Ok, but what are you telling her? My hokkien does not cover bodily functions and problems"...

He laughed: "I better tell her then"...


Of course, much easier said than done...You see, Aunty Ong was quite a fiesty and stubborn old lady...She argued with the pharmacist, and refuses some of her medication, simply because she is used to the tablet version and not the syrup one...Took quite a lot of convincing that they were in fact the same, just in different forms...


By the time the pharmacist was done, everyone knew what medication Aunty Ong was taking home (and what she was suffering from!), when and how she should take them, and what to do if they finished early...

After a while, we finally got to leave. My fingers were now so cold I could not feel them anymore...Luckily, this sweet gentleman got up and opened the door for me as we left...It would otherwise have been a sight to see me wrestling with the very-cold-handle of a door!


Once outside, I asked Aunty Ong if she needed help getting a cab, but she insisted she knew her way very well (she did actually!) in this hospital, and with a few last 'thank you's!', a stern 'warning' to not trouble myself by following her, she gave me a sorta-hug and made her way in that shuffling way of hers down the corridor...

At the end, this tiny old lady turned and waved again...I knew she couldn't see me, but I waved back...But most of all, I was touched that she had known that I would still be standing there to make sure she got to the end allright...


I made a 180 degree turn and headed for the canteen...By that time, I was already starving, and my tummy was already staging World Wars III, IIII and V...And my voice was raspy...


As I made my way, a voice behind me said: "I saw how you sat with that woman. God bless you".

I turned, and lo-and-behold, it was the same pharmacist who had given Aunty Ong her prescription. Mr Ho, I found out, is his name, and I stand corrected...

He wasn't yelling at the patients; he was merely speaking very, very loudly because all his patients were old...


Mr Ho: You know, in my profession, no amount of PR will help. These people just can't hear, so I have to yell anyway.

We both laughed...I couldn't help it, it was a cute way of seeing it!

You know, we're faced with opportunities to do our little bit to help another person every single day. We may not realise it (I know I've kicked myself a lot when I finally do realise) but the little thing we do may go a long way, in helping the person we reach out to, and ourselves too.

But we gotta first stop in our tracks and reach out...

Because really, what did I lose yesterday? I lost the time I could have spent catching up on sleep but that's about it... But in not sleeping, I met a wonderful old lady...I also realised that I had been wrong about Mr Ho; had I gone home after my turn, I would never have found that out...


All in all, I went home about 2 hours later than I planned to, but it was worth seeing Aunty Ong's smile...

In fact, she's worth losing my voice for...



*Note: All conversations were carried out in Hokkien...

Monday, 9 July 2007

Update: Shearwey: Weeping for Barbarianism...

Update:-

I have been informed by a friend of mine, Jiun Wei, that the couple arrested in connection with the case, are in fact, Shearwey's own mother and her boyfriend...This, she says, appeared in Nanyang Siang Pau (I don't read Chinese Dailies)...I also heard from my mother, that the 8pm news too confirmed the suspects' identity...

At 4.49 pm today, I wrote (see below): To be completely honest, I find the circumstances surrounding the whole case a little funny, to say the least. But I refrain from commenting further now, because Shearwey's precious life is already lost, and no matter what, we cannot bring her back...

I also wrote: I pray God gives the family the strength to see them true this terrible ordeaI and may the perpetrators (whoever they may be), be punished as harshly as the law allows...

Now that the news is out, I shall say that when I said "a little funny", I was in fact refering to her disappearance itself, because:-

1) No mother (however 'stupid') leaves her 3 year-old child outside the car, and walks away for 10 minutes. She might leave the child inside the locked car (that itself is already stupid) with strict instructions to not open the door for anyone, if she had to leave for a while...But no mother will leave the child outside...Unless, the child was meant to disappear...

2) It also seemed a little odd that the exact child who was (in a leave of sanity) left outside the car shall turn up dead, burnt and her body scattered in 4 places...She might turn up raped and murdered, but the act of burning the body in itself shows something a little deeper, and in fact, angry...

And yes, I still pray for God to give the family strength to see themselves through this terrible ordeal, especially the parents...

And my heart now weeps even more to know that it is someone that Shearwey trusted who took her life...In fact, the last person on earth anyone should have had to suspect...

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Picture from The Star: Little Shearwey...



As I write today's post, my heart weeps for 3...

I weep for the lost of such a dear and innocent life of dear little
Shearwey Ooi Ying Ying...

I weep for the pain the anguish of her parents, relatives and friends...

And I weep for the society that we have become, that even children, especially little girls, are not safe anymore...



To be completely honest, I find the circumstances surrounding the whole case a little funny, to say the least. But I refrain from commenting further now (until more proof or news), because Shearwey's precious life is already lost, and no matter what, we cannot bring her back...

I pray God gives the family the strength to see them true this terrible ordeaI and may the perpetrators (whoever they may be), be punished as harshly as the law allows...

know nothing I say will make a difference, but I wish to offer my condolences and prayers to the family, especially to her parents, Ooi Eng Chew and Jess Teh...



Today, I wish to share a little poem that one of this blog's readers,
Wielmaja, shared with me, when I was anguishing over Chee Keong's passing on May 19th...


God's Little Angels

When God calls little children
to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His love.

For no heartache compares with,
the death of one small child.
Who does so much to make our world,
seem so wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to His fold.
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but few.
To make the land of heaven
more beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be Good-bye.

So when a little child departs,
we who are left behind,
Must realize God loves children.
Angels are hard to find!


~Author Unknown~



I hope you will all join me grieving for the death of little Shearwey.

Although the poem above helps us to come to terms with a child's death in the faith that he/she is a specially chosen one of God's, no child (or person) deserves to die the way Shearwey did...

And I pray justice will be served...



Remember Shearwey; Remember the heartless barbarians we have become, and weep...

Dear Shearwey, may you rest in peace...







Friday, 6 July 2007

Of Runaway Noses, and Ludicrous Lawsuits...



I am not in a very good mood this week, and the reason for this is my nose...

Yes, my nose...

You see, it ran away somewhere around Monday, and till today has yet to really return...It makes a pit-stop back home every few hours, but never when it's really needed...

The problem with noses that run away is that it starts giving the head ideas about what is expected behaviour, so the head begins to act up too. When my nose returns, I am planning to fully ground it with no wandering privileges, and hopefully it will send a message to the head to behave too...


So, today, because of my nose and head which have not been behaving, I have decided I want to spew something about people suing other people...


Yep...


Did you know that America in the late 1800's and early 1900's was a landmine when it came to industrial accidents? As late as in the year 1913 (after many factory owners had installed safety devices), about 25 000 people died in industrial accidents and close to 1 million people were injured (Source: A People and A Nation)! And this was eventhough the American Federation of Labour (AFL) had been in existence since circa 1886...

There were many groups who lobbied for better working conditions, but the Supreme Court made things difficult: They very narrowly defined what jobs were dangerous and which workers needed protection...

Needless to say, those who needed the protection didn't get it...



And yet, look at America today! People are suing people/companies left and right, top and bottom, and for things that don't make sense, and for preposterously large amounts of money!


Remember Roy L. Pearson Jr, an administrative-law-judge in Washington, DC, who sued his dry cleaners for $67.3 million over his pants that went missing? He later brought his claim down to $54 million, but holy cow! $67.3 million ($54 million) over a pair of pants? He jolly well knows his dry-cleaners cannot afford the bill and litigation fees itself might just bankrupt the entire business! And to think it made it to court in the first place!

I don't know which is more appalling: the fact he (a judge!) could even think of suing so much over a pair of pants, or the fact that it went all the way to Superior Court...I'm no lawyer, but don't Superior Courts have better things to do than worry about a pair of pants?!?


What about Malaysia?


Remember four-year-old Muhammad Khairil Baqir Maslan, whose upper right arm was paralysed during birth? The Penang Hospital Director and Federal Government agreed to pay him RM 78 745 in the end...

Wow...Losing the use of your arm for life and you get RM 78 745, but lose a pair of pants in America and you can try and sue for $ 54 million!


Hmmm...


I wonder if Malaysia will be travelling down tha road in a few decades time? After all, more and more people are becoming aware of their rights, and how the law protects them...


Come to think of it, it might be a good thing if exercised wisely...It might make companies (especially healthcare) be more careful and responsible for their services and charges when they know people can haul them up to court and hold them responsible...



But then again, it could turn out like Sheila Longden from Manchester, New Hampshire who sued the tobacco company Phillip Morris USA for being "negligent, fraudulent, and part of a conspiracy that led to her husband's death from lung cancer"...

She lost...


"What about the woman who sued an outdoor mall after being "attacked" by a squirrel, on the grounds that the mall "failed to warn" her in advance.

Or "the photographer who fell off a garbage truck he had climbed on top of to take some pictures, then sued the waste-management company for $50 million because he "never thought in a million years the truck would move"."

Or "the drug-abusing patient who sued a hospital for "allowing" a visitor to sneak illegal drugs into the hospital for her." (Above 3 examples from: Jeff Jacoby, Globe Columnist).



The fact is, people actually come out and sue for things that don't make sense...


Does this mean that if I open a can of Coca-Cola and become so absorb in drinking it, I don't realise that there is a gapping hole in the floor and I fall, I can sue Coca-Cola because they failed to warn me that drinking Coca-Cola while walking and not looking at the road might cause me to fall?

After all, this will potentially earn big bucks...Didn't you know Malaysia has many potholes, not-properly closed drains, manholes and missing interlocking-tiles?...

I could fall down easily, even with both eyes (in my case, four eyes) trained on the road...Add the fact that I'm naturally a clumsy oaf, and voila! you have a stupid lawsuit in the making...


Or how about this? I buy a cup of teh-tarik-kau from the mamak stall and drink it, and 2 hours later, I go and take a blood test and discover my sugar levels are higher than normal, and I sue the stall because they didn't tell me drinking drinks with sugar might just will definitely cause my glucose levels to go up!


Ludicrous right?


Coca-Cola anyone? Teh-tarik at nearest Mamak Stall most welcomed too...



Wednesday, 4 July 2007

Tagged for RM 127!...



Ok, I was supposed to do this a while ago, but got caught up with some things, being down with a fever and cold my brother passed me, being one of them...


Sheesh! And here I was marking the days of the calendar...Have been anxiously waiting to celebrate "One Year of Not Falling Sick", and July 13th would have made it one year! But no, I had to fall sick just 2 weeks earlier! Deng!


Anyway, I was tagged by Ruby Ahmad, who was tagged by Raden Galoh, who was tagged by Idham. Was also tagged by Lady Patsy, who was tagged by JT, who was also tagged by Ruby Ahmad...


Anyway, Idham is planning to compile as many tags/memes as possible by this 26th of August, for every tag/meme of which, he will contribute RM127 to Darul Izzah Orphanage.The meme is about completing at least seventeen out of the following twenty seven sentences...



I think I'll go ahead and do all 27, like many other bloggers!


1. A person is only as good as ... what he/she does when he/she thinks no one is watching...

2. Friendship is always ... two-way. There is no me in a friendship...It's always a we...

3. To love is to ...put the other person first, and to learn to see less imperfection...

4. Money makes me ...wonder who I can help, after my family...

5. I miss ...Ah Kong (grandpa), Chee Keong, Baby (my darling cat), Pansy and Bronco (my darling dogs)...

6. My way of saying I care is by ...reaching out and helping. A hug is reaching out too!...

7. I try to spread love and happiness by... putting myself in the other person's shoes and asking: What would I want/need if I was them? And trying to make that want/need a reality...

8. Pick the flowers when ...you know you're ready to give back. It's called commitment...(I can't really explain this)

9. To love someone is to ...put that someone's needs before yours...

10. Beauty is ...God's gift to everyone...

11. When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was ...what it would be like to be 21!...

12. When I was twenty one, I remember...now!...

13. I am most happy when ... giving...

14. Nothing makes me happier than ... being with family...

15. If I can change one thing, I will change ... nothing. Mistakes make a person...

16. If smiles were ... a way to make the world a better place, I'd be smiling 24/7!, braces and all...

17. Wouldn't it be nice if we could ...live in world where there is love, peace and harmony, and no war, rape, murder or hatred?

18. If you want to ... reach out... then you have to ... put yourself in someone else's shoes...

19. Money is not everything but ... I wouldn't mind swimming in it! *Kekeke*...

20. The most touching moment I have experienced is ...when Chee Keong called me with an "Ooo!"...

21. I smile when ... I smile (Like I remember exactly when!).

22. When I am happy, I ... don't need to justify it...

23. If only I don't have to ... eat ... then... I'd have lost that 3 kg's a long time ago...

24. The best thing I did yesterday was ... hug my mum...

25. If I ever write a book, I will give it this title ..."Oops, I lost my head again!"...

26. One thing I must do before I die is ... tell my loved ones how much I love them one last time...

27. Doing this meme, I feel like ... I'm getting hungry again! There goes Number 23...



I'm supposed to tag someone...Hmmm...

I think I'm going to tag a few Powerhouse Bloggers: Zorro, Nuraina A. Samad, and MarinaM...

Most people have already been tagged what!