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The Glossy captions of my outlook towards life,love and anything else that passes my way !
I think the best tv personality so far is Sasha Bashir. I begged her for a pic and she promised to send it to me, only to have Malaysian Post System lost it.I then begged her for another one and at this point, anyone will just ignore right ? Wrong. Sasha emailed me again and said she will send me a new one. She must have been an angel or something like that right ? I did not even have to put her on any pedestal,her actions made a halo on her head. Thanks so much Sasha. May God bless you forever.The bloggers block is so getting to me now. Bear with me. Btw, Happy Birthday Kak Syana !!!
In response to the entry by Dr . M :
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butterbrownie
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11:50 AM
Labels: Ramblings, Serious Issues
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butterbrownie
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11:48 AM
Labels: Ramblings, Serious Issues
I am so sick of a weak Leader who is trying to please everybody instead of standing firmly on what he preached and putting himself and family of importance than the people who made him what he is today. Stop stealing from us, and stop pleasing others. Your actions caused us pain. You are our downfall.Havent u done enough damage already ? Resign !!!
In response to the entry so inspiring by Dr. M
It irritates me to death when someone copied my entry and did not credit me. I use my brain to write, you know.Absolutely rude. Please, credit someone when you use their work. It is an honor when you inspire someone, but to the extend of being copied from A to Z is simply unacceptable. Whats the point of blogging if you copied someone else's work or use someone else's flair and ideas. Fakes !
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butterbrownie
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12:21 AM
Labels: Literary Reviews, Ramblings

I feel responsible to write about Farhana Batrisya because what happened to her was epitome of how corrupted and horrendous a human being can be. Her story reminded me not to take my childrens' safety for granted, especially when they are place in somebody else's care.
Before I tell you about Farhana, let me introduce you to her mother, Puan Nurul. Nurul and I were BFF back in primary school. However, we lost contact during secondary school... Nurul was far north in Penang while I were in Seremban. I thought I would never heard from her again... until recently, thanks to friendster, we were reunited, online. I never got the chance to meet her up, until one day.. I received an SMS that Nurul's child was admitted to Pusat Perubatan UM. The limited information given was the child had a concussion at nursery and was unconscious. Other than that, I knew nothing else about the child, not even the name, age or gender.
After 7 days, I heard that the child was still unconscious in hospital. This must be bad, I thought.. so that nite me and a friend decided to pay her a visit. Nurul greeted us at the ward entrance. The moment we saw each other's face, emotion played its part and we suddenly burst into tears. It was ironic because the reunion supposed to be a celebrated event, but instead it turned solemn considering the incident that brought us back together. Furthermore, we were reunited again as mothers... so I guess our maternal instinct clicked instantly under the given circumstances.
When Nurul led me to her child's bed, I still had no idea what to expect. Dalam kepala asyik terbayang budak demam terbaring atas katil. So imagine my shock when I discovered that the child was a merely 5 months old baby, lying in bed with tubes and wires covering her tiny body. I learnt that the poor baby's name was Farhana Batrisya, born a healthy girl on 13 Dec 2007, just a day before her mother's birthday. She is Nurul's third child and the only daughter. The following is the story of what happened to Farhana on that dreaded day...
As usual before going to work, Nurul dropped Farhana and her two sons at their babysitter's house next door. By God's will, somehow or rather that day Nurul's husband decided to leave late for work. Around 10am, the babysitter rushed Farhana to Nurul's house, claiming that the baby suddenly stop breathing after she bath her. Nurul's husband and the babysitter immediately took the blue baby to nearby clinic but the doctor advised them to bring Farhana to PPUM since she didn't show any sign of revival. By the time she arrived at PPUM, hope was almost gone when doctors said there were only 10% chances too see little Farhana live. She was already in a state of coma, paralysed and relied on life support machine for survival. Her parents were advised to prepare for the worst.At that point, I almost fainted. Anger, rage, sad, sympathy, everything came at once. The only thing I can say was, "How come another human being could do this TO A BABY?!!! It was worse than animal, it was... *blank*. Nothing in this world can describe how inhuman this bastard was. The question now, who did this to her? Nurul just stared emotionless at me. Obviously she was out of tears, having cried too much in the last few days.
At first Farhana was given the treatment for sawan, but since she was not showing any sign of recuperation, doctors decided to carry out a thorough examination. MRI revealed a long chain of bleeding in her brain, and that was not all. The baby had a fractured rib bone, rosak saluran mata (tak sure saluran apa) and last but not least, there were signs that something had been inserted into her vagina.
Doctors started interrogating. The babysitter was forced to tell what actually happened to the baby, whether she dropped her or purposely harmed her. But she consistently said she didn't do anything to the baby. The hospital logged a police report, but it seems that the police too couldn't find strong evidence to prosecute anyone. Earlier on, Nurul suspected the babysitter's husband or children could be the culprit. But after meeting a few ustaz, two of them apparently 'see' the exact same thing. They saw the makcik lifted the baby and dropped her on the floor. God knows what else she did to the poor baby, but judging from the extensive injuries... we can only guess how agonising it must be for the little one. Farhana might be paralysed and blinded for life.It's tragic, and it really happens in our 'peaceful' and 'sane' environment. Treat this tragedy as a lesson and let's do all we can to ensure it doesn't happen to another child. Be aware of our environment and keep our eyes and ears open. For example, when we're at home and hear an unusual and prolong cry and scream from neighbours' house, especially during working hours when most parents leave their home, maybe this time it's best we stick our nose in and investigate. Forget 'it's none of our business' attitude for a while because a child's life may be at stake right there and then. And for those who leave their little ones with babysitter or maid (gulp.. that's me), be extra careful. Children, even when they can talk, can't really talk for themselves, especially if they're threaten not to tell. I've been in that position a long time ago. When I were 12 years old, I still haven't found the gut to tell my parents how bad we were beaten by our maid. But that's another story.
This is eloquently written by Tun. Dr.Mahathir and we should all take a moment to read and ponder :
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butterbrownie
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2:45 AM
Labels: Ramblings, Serious Issues

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