Tuesday, June 03, 2008

all dressed up and no where to go

i thought i should log this in while it's still fresh. after all, how often does one get to witness a murder right?

ok, maybe that is a little too dramatic. after all, abortion is widely accepted, and most importantly, legal. heck even a 14 yrs old can waltz in any women's clinic and get one, no parental consent needed.

i'm not anti-abortion really. i mean it's pretty common especially if one has to choose between saving the mother or the fetus. and some cases, it's better to abort than keep, really. better to return to God all nice and innocent than suffer neglect or worse, abuse on earth right? and just saying it is not very, well real. like oh hey, dont want your baby, abort la. it just doesnt seems real. a ball of cell. a growth.

but this is all before i saw an abortion right in front of me. it was very real. very wet. no blood (thank God). very sad. a little teary, a little nauseating. and very heartbreaking. it would have been better i suppose if the fetus was still alien-like, and the mother was completely nonchalant abt the procedure. but it was a 23 weeks old baby boy, fully formed, have skin, nails, and beginning of hair. the youngest we can save a neonate is 24 weeks old, so it's just shit luck to miss out on 1 week. plus the mother cried buckets, from pain and attachment.

so...thats something you should not want to do. especially if the fetus is pretty far along. it'll be like labor but without the rewards. dont have sex. keep your junk in the zip, or keep your thighs close. or least, for the love of God, use a condom. or pill.

and males, if you do the deed, see it through the end. gynae brings out the extreme feminist in us, and you've no idea how violent the students nurses especially would react against you.

here's to teleute, may she stays away tomorrow.

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