since i started work, i've heard many comments abt me - the top on the list remains the same, whether in ktn o kl. "You're the vet? So young?!" or "Waa, so young can be a vet one a?" or "How old are you aa?"
my usual response was, "Haha.. you got cheated by my hair/look/face/shirt/watever..." While I enjoy ppl addressing me as "young" but i don't enjoy the doubt tat automatically instills into their minds.
Recently an aunty who blahs real lot came, and I treated, and few weeks later she called up my boss complainig, "tat day i brought my dog there, and 2 very young ladies treated my dog. so young can be doctor mea?now my dog got worse liao aa.."
great. so she came (again). At seeing me, immediately she (being a loud mouth) claimed, "It is you lah! it is you cause my dog like this!" God, give me patience. "Bring your dog to my boss," I replied calmly.
The history was like this, the dog has had corneal ulcer for almost 1 month, went untreated. When presented to me 3 weeks ago, it was bad (superficial still), but still able to treat conservatively. I gave antibiotics and eyedrops, and told her to get an e-collar to prevent the dog from scratching the eye. She didn't buy the e-collar - it was expensive she says. And gues what? She gave the antibiotics for 1 day and stopped thereafter. Excuse? "Oh, you gave the duno-wat-tablet made my dog suffer so much, she hated it! i dun wan her to suffer..." And the eyedrops? "Oh, when i free i drop la.. i dun always free.."
Great. And now she's pointing finger at me?
Anyway, my boss took a look and told her that the ulcer is healing (she should thank God for this) and she must continue the medication. She had better do.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
The Keys... (Part 4 - finale)
Suddenly, the young man searched frantically all over his pockets for a key. After a while he found something resembling a hotel key card. At that moment, words floated out from the card. We could each read clearly: I hold the key of David. What I open no one can shut, and what I shut no one can open. I am the way, and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
In a flash, the card left his hand and suddenly appeared in Mrs. Lai's right hand. Again, at that moment, all three of us could read simultaneously words coming out of the card: Not everyone who says to me, "Lord, Lord," will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Instinctively, I turned away from them, shoving both hands into my pockets in an attempt to avoid getting the key card. Still, the card came to me and words flashed in empty space in the sight of all of us: You have forsaken your first love.
Suddenly I found myself sitting up in bed, my head wet with cold sweat. The clock on the wall showed 4.30 in the morning. It was a dreadful dream. I got up and prayed, "Lord, give me another chance."
- The End -
My dear friends, think about this article, and digest it. God bless you. ;)
In a flash, the card left his hand and suddenly appeared in Mrs. Lai's right hand. Again, at that moment, all three of us could read simultaneously words coming out of the card: Not everyone who says to me, "Lord, Lord," will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Instinctively, I turned away from them, shoving both hands into my pockets in an attempt to avoid getting the key card. Still, the card came to me and words flashed in empty space in the sight of all of us: You have forsaken your first love.
Suddenly I found myself sitting up in bed, my head wet with cold sweat. The clock on the wall showed 4.30 in the morning. It was a dreadful dream. I got up and prayed, "Lord, give me another chance."
- The End -
My dear friends, think about this article, and digest it. God bless you. ;)
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The Keys... Part 3
One day, I found myself staring at a huge, unknown building. Not knowing how I got there, I was filled with awe. I could only say it looked like the biggest condominium I had ever seen. There was no fence of any sort and I easily got near to it. When I looked up, its tower reached the sky, as far as my eyes could see, or rather could not see, for the sky was so dazzling that I thought i was going blind. Although it was fenceless, I could not enter.
The ground floor was already several times my height and there were no stairs of lifts. Walking anxiously arund the building that now appeared like a great wall, I was about to panic when the wall curved slightly. After walking for hours, I found myself in front of the building. I realised that I had been at the back end of it earlier. There, in front of me was the grandest lobby I had ever seen. There were thousands and thousands of people, all walking briskly towards the building in silence. No one bothered to greet anyone. Suddenly I saw a strange sight. Thousands of doors were swinging randomly and simultaneously in fearsome silence.
When a door swung inwards, it opened and someone entered a room, upon which the door automatically swung outwards, closing it tight. I followed the orderly crowd, but to my dismay, none of the doors opened for me. But when others approached, doors automatically swung open to be entered and then shut tight. I decided to retreat to an open space and observe how I could enter. I was as if an unseen scanner was operating each time a person approached a door. Did they have special keys or implanted chips or what? I searched for something like that all over my body and pockets.
But now I was truly light-pocketed as I had always wished. The crowd gradually thinned and very soon only three persons were left in the lobby - me, a young man whom I did not know and Mrs. Lai. I looked down on the floor and slapped my own face, regretting that I never learnt how to recognise precious stones, for I could not tell whether the floor was made of diamond, ruby, sapphire, jasper, or emerald.
"What is the use of staring at those stones?" said Mrs. Lai. "You can't enter the room either?" "No," I said. "I don't have the key." "Silly, nobody needs any key here," she said. "Can't you see we are in trouble?"
... to be continued...
The ground floor was already several times my height and there were no stairs of lifts. Walking anxiously arund the building that now appeared like a great wall, I was about to panic when the wall curved slightly. After walking for hours, I found myself in front of the building. I realised that I had been at the back end of it earlier. There, in front of me was the grandest lobby I had ever seen. There were thousands and thousands of people, all walking briskly towards the building in silence. No one bothered to greet anyone. Suddenly I saw a strange sight. Thousands of doors were swinging randomly and simultaneously in fearsome silence.
When a door swung inwards, it opened and someone entered a room, upon which the door automatically swung outwards, closing it tight. I followed the orderly crowd, but to my dismay, none of the doors opened for me. But when others approached, doors automatically swung open to be entered and then shut tight. I decided to retreat to an open space and observe how I could enter. I was as if an unseen scanner was operating each time a person approached a door. Did they have special keys or implanted chips or what? I searched for something like that all over my body and pockets.
But now I was truly light-pocketed as I had always wished. The crowd gradually thinned and very soon only three persons were left in the lobby - me, a young man whom I did not know and Mrs. Lai. I looked down on the floor and slapped my own face, regretting that I never learnt how to recognise precious stones, for I could not tell whether the floor was made of diamond, ruby, sapphire, jasper, or emerald.
"What is the use of staring at those stones?" said Mrs. Lai. "You can't enter the room either?" "No," I said. "I don't have the key." "Silly, nobody needs any key here," she said. "Can't you see we are in trouble?"
... to be continued...
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
The Keys... Part 2
When I walked, my keys jangled and the metallic sound could easily be mistaken for that made by lots of silver coins. I always had to be extra careful when I used a public toilet. Too much haste would result in my trousers dropping onto the floor with a loud clang. The guy next door would think that my money pouch had dropped while I was secretly counting my silver coins obtained from a dubious source. I really loathed having keys in my pockets, but I could not get rid of them.
Many years ago, I had the opportunity of going to the U. S. A. I visited a friend in his home town, and stayed with him for a week. I was pleasantly surprised to find that he never locked his house, room, or car, and there was no fence around his house. I told him how I loathed having keys back home and expressed my admiration for him for being "light-pocketed".
"This is a small community where everybody knows everybody," he said, "but don't do what I do when you go to the big cities."
I really hoped that in the Kingdom of God, there would be no keys. Otherwise I would be truly disappointed. Jesus promised us that in His Father's house there are many rooms. He was going there to prepare a place for us. Would I need a key there? O, please...
... to be continued...
Many years ago, I had the opportunity of going to the U. S. A. I visited a friend in his home town, and stayed with him for a week. I was pleasantly surprised to find that he never locked his house, room, or car, and there was no fence around his house. I told him how I loathed having keys back home and expressed my admiration for him for being "light-pocketed".
"This is a small community where everybody knows everybody," he said, "but don't do what I do when you go to the big cities."
I really hoped that in the Kingdom of God, there would be no keys. Otherwise I would be truly disappointed. Jesus promised us that in His Father's house there are many rooms. He was going there to prepare a place for us. Would I need a key there? O, please...
... to be continued...
Saturday, August 11, 2007
The Keys.. Part 1
this is an excerpt from Asian Beacon, an article by Weng Hui Qing. I just find it worth while to share. =)
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I really loathed having keys. i had too many keys but was helpless about it. they were always a necessary evil. i needed a set for the house. one set because there was the French window, the metal grill lock and the outer gate. there was a second set for my work place; metal gate, front door, room and laboratory. i needed a third set for a ministry that i served; outer gate, metal grill lock, side door, wooden door and drawer. and then there was this set for the church premises. if i drove, i would need my car keys for ignition, gear box lock and steering wheel. if i rode my motorcycle, i needed a separate set. o, yes, they steal motorcycles too, either whole or in parts, so i had keys for ignition, rear box and wheel lock.
if i forgot any key at anytime, i had nobody to blame but myself. to be sure, i wasn't a forgetful person. it was just that being very busy, i was always in a hurry, and taking the wrong bunch of keys was a most likely occurrence. to make my life more efficient, the safest bet was to carry all my keys. fortunately i had many key chains that friends gave me after their return from overseas trips. so whenever i went out of my house, i would have two sets of keys in my left trouser pocket, another three sets in my right pocket, including the ones for my wheels. the trouble was that i had other things to carry as well.
these included my cell phone, my wallet and my sunglasses. these, together with my keys, coupled with the merciless force of gravity, always weighed down my trousers which i tried to keep in place on my 29-inch waist. The fact that all my trousers were size 30 did not help. i didn't know why all the sales promoters in town always encouraged me to buy trousers one size bigger. they said i would be fatter next year, but their prediction never came true. The result was that i developed the bad habit of pulling up my trousers every now and then.
... to be continued....
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I really loathed having keys. i had too many keys but was helpless about it. they were always a necessary evil. i needed a set for the house. one set because there was the French window, the metal grill lock and the outer gate. there was a second set for my work place; metal gate, front door, room and laboratory. i needed a third set for a ministry that i served; outer gate, metal grill lock, side door, wooden door and drawer. and then there was this set for the church premises. if i drove, i would need my car keys for ignition, gear box lock and steering wheel. if i rode my motorcycle, i needed a separate set. o, yes, they steal motorcycles too, either whole or in parts, so i had keys for ignition, rear box and wheel lock.
if i forgot any key at anytime, i had nobody to blame but myself. to be sure, i wasn't a forgetful person. it was just that being very busy, i was always in a hurry, and taking the wrong bunch of keys was a most likely occurrence. to make my life more efficient, the safest bet was to carry all my keys. fortunately i had many key chains that friends gave me after their return from overseas trips. so whenever i went out of my house, i would have two sets of keys in my left trouser pocket, another three sets in my right pocket, including the ones for my wheels. the trouble was that i had other things to carry as well.
these included my cell phone, my wallet and my sunglasses. these, together with my keys, coupled with the merciless force of gravity, always weighed down my trousers which i tried to keep in place on my 29-inch waist. The fact that all my trousers were size 30 did not help. i didn't know why all the sales promoters in town always encouraged me to buy trousers one size bigger. they said i would be fatter next year, but their prediction never came true. The result was that i developed the bad habit of pulling up my trousers every now and then.
... to be continued....
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Gifts
I was unpacking and setting up, rearranging my stuffs back at home, and i came across many gifts... unused.. which included plush toys, key chains, aroma-candles, paintings, all kinds of souvenirs big and small which mainly served the purpose of "decoration".
It saddened me to see how these items went unused for the past years. Wouldn't it be much better, if they can be circulated around the world, touching someone's heart every now and then.. and that will increase the worth of the gift isn't it?! instead of keeping them in my little office.. it's just like keeping your money in your drawer when you can instead circulate them, which will increase the money's value isn't it... haiya...
Now i have a little request to my friends who's thinking of getting me any gift of any kind... well, you know tat i'm a realistic person.. if you decide not to give me cash.. :p so you can buy me any gift..
- such as the above-mentioned gifts, but chances are i'm going to circulate (give it to someone else to brighten their day) the gift in order to increase the gift's worth
- or u can get me something useful - such as nice clothes, special key chains or mugs like those with our face/name on or the one-in-a-million type, anything tat i can wear or use, books, pens, shoes, or better still - delicious stuff such as chocolates -yummy! :) chances are i'm going to keep them or eat them up. :p
- i like this best - your very own hand-made stuff - coz it's priceless! special cards, letters, sand bottles, stars etc. chances are i'm going to keep them forever, coz i treasure things made with sweat and blood. . im dracula in disguise.. you forgotten? :p
- the best gift you can give me - be by my side when i needed you most. haha... the hardest and most valuable gift of all...
- the best gift you can give to yourself? you don't know, but i know. ask me and i'll tell you the answer. :)
It saddened me to see how these items went unused for the past years. Wouldn't it be much better, if they can be circulated around the world, touching someone's heart every now and then.. and that will increase the worth of the gift isn't it?! instead of keeping them in my little office.. it's just like keeping your money in your drawer when you can instead circulate them, which will increase the money's value isn't it... haiya...
Now i have a little request to my friends who's thinking of getting me any gift of any kind... well, you know tat i'm a realistic person.. if you decide not to give me cash.. :p so you can buy me any gift..
- such as the above-mentioned gifts, but chances are i'm going to circulate (give it to someone else to brighten their day) the gift in order to increase the gift's worth
- or u can get me something useful - such as nice clothes, special key chains or mugs like those with our face/name on or the one-in-a-million type, anything tat i can wear or use, books, pens, shoes, or better still - delicious stuff such as chocolates -yummy! :) chances are i'm going to keep them or eat them up. :p
- i like this best - your very own hand-made stuff - coz it's priceless! special cards, letters, sand bottles, stars etc. chances are i'm going to keep them forever, coz i treasure things made with sweat and blood. . im dracula in disguise.. you forgotten? :p
- the best gift you can give me - be by my side when i needed you most. haha... the hardest and most valuable gift of all...
- the best gift you can give to yourself? you don't know, but i know. ask me and i'll tell you the answer. :)
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Thank you..
With boldness and without fear
I've walked into this foreign town
A town so small and full of strangers
Without any friend or relative
Yet I entered the town
Trusting God alone
God is good, indeed
He never fail his promises
He moulded my heart and mind through hardships
So I may hear Him speak
And he finishes his beautiful work in me with honey
So sweet I kept hungering for more of it
So sweet I have fallen in love with this foreign town
He has a plan for me
In everything i do, everywhere I go
He has a purpose installed for me
Though I may not know it
But I know that His plans are always good for me
He is gentle and kind, merciful and gracious
And I'm glad
So very glad that..
He is my Father. :-)
I've walked into this foreign town
A town so small and full of strangers
Without any friend or relative
Yet I entered the town
Trusting God alone
God is good, indeed
He never fail his promises
He moulded my heart and mind through hardships
So I may hear Him speak
And he finishes his beautiful work in me with honey
So sweet I kept hungering for more of it
So sweet I have fallen in love with this foreign town
He has a plan for me
In everything i do, everywhere I go
He has a purpose installed for me
Though I may not know it
But I know that His plans are always good for me
He is gentle and kind, merciful and gracious
And I'm glad
So very glad that..
He is my Father. :-)
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