* touched

A year ago, just before i left for ktn, i gave a small, childish, self-made bookmark to a few frens of mine in KL - coz i didn't know whether i'll be staying long in ktn.. or will i ever meet them again. .. etc..

so the bookmark was like a little memory i leave behind for them to behold. It was a very simple, barely 3x6cm bookmark, decorated with a little gold dust, cartoons i drew n short messages from my heart.

Recently i bumped into one of these frens.. had a short chat with him, and to my surprise, he told me, "I'm still keeping the bookmark you gave last year."

I smiled, "It was a cheap, simple bookmark... I didn't expect u to keep it for so long..."

Then came the next beautiful surprise. He took out his wallet, and out of it he took a small piece of paper, "It has always been with me, all the time."

"Woooowww!!!" I squealed & jumped up excitedly. I grabbed the paper from his hand. It was exactly the same bookmark i made for him. I was elated! First, I've never thought that he will keep the bookmark. Secondly, he kept it in his wallet!!! All the time! I had almost wanted to hug him, but being a "serious" person, I told myself, "Self-control.. self-control..."

Wow!! Tat night I couldn't sleep. smiled... all night long.. =)

The thing here isn't about a "he" or a "she", but rather the "act". Someone who appreciated & treasured a little simple gift from me, tat he/she kept it by his/her side all the time, in his very own personal space - WALLET!

I couldn't be more touched. :')

An Act of Love

*quoted from: http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/12/27/worldupdates/2007-12-26T180712Z_01_NOOTR_RTRMDNC_0_-311221-1&sec=Worldupdates

"We should always note that this is a distinctive characteristic of the Christian martyr -- it is exclusively an act of love, towards God and towards men, including the persecutors," he told crowds in a rainy St. Peter's Square.

"Christian martyrdom reminds us of the victory of love over hatred and death," he said.

St. Stephen was stoned to death by a mob in Jerusalem at a time when Christianity was first starting to spread. The Pope said such martyrdoms continued to this day.

"It is not rare even today that we receive news from various parts of the world of missionaries, priests, bishops, monks, nuns and lay people persecuted, imprisoned, tortured, deprived of their liberty or prevented from exercising it because they are disciples of Christ and apostles of the Gospel," he said.

The Pope did not give any examples, but it is less than two weeks since an Italian Catholic priest was stabbed in his church in Turkey, the latest in a spate of attacks on Christians in the predominantly Muslim country.

Another Italian priest in Turkey was shot dead in his church by a teenager in February, and in April three Christians had their throats cut at a Bible publishing house there.

On Wednesday, Hindu hardliners in India burned and damaged 12 churches, killing at least one person, in an outbreak of violence sparked by the reported injuring of a local Hindu leader by a Christian group.

Is Jesus coming to your house?

Once upon a time, according to an old story, several kinds of animals were living together in a stable. There were mice and sheep, a horse, a donkey, some cows, chickens, and even a rat. They considered themselves a family, and the stable was their home. Then one day a little mouse heard a rumour. He heard that someone was comint to their house. He was so excited that he jumped on top of the house and shouted, "Someone is coming to our house!" Everybody started asking, "Who is coming to our house?" The little mouse whispered, "Joseph and Mary are coming to our house, and Mary's going to have a baby."

This little story reminds us of one of life'ts most important questions. "Is Jesus coming to your hosue?" As you celebrate with Christmas festivities today, be sure to ask, "Is Jesus coming to our house?"

That's what Christmas is all about - the coming of the Lord Jesus Christ. John says, "The word became flesh and made his dwelling among us." A popular paraphrase, The Message, says it like this: "The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighbourhood." That's Christmas in a nutshell: Jesus is coming into our world, our neighbourhood, our home.

Let's make sure Jesus is coming to our house. It's the only way to really celebrate Christmas!

prayer: Lord Jesus, please come to our homes and into our hearts so that we can truly celebrate your coming. Help us also share with others the good news of your coming. In your precious name we pray, Amen.

How God showed his love

It happened in a Japanese concentration camp during World War II. A group of prisoners had come back from a work detail at the end of the day. Before they were allowed to go to their barracks, there was a head count, and a count of the shovels they had used. One shovel was missing. The guard in charge shouted that the person responsible had better step forward, or everyone would die. When no one moved, the guards raised their loaded rifles, ready to shoot.

Just then one of the prisoners stepped forward and said, "I took it." The moment he said it, the guards began to beat him until he was dead. After the prisoner had died, the shovels were counted again. No shovel was missing! A fellow prisoner who told this story said he cried at the sight of such love.

But as powerful as that display of love is, it's just a dim reflection of God's love for us. It's merely an illustration of what John talks about when he says, "This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him.. God... loved us so much he sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins."

That's Christmas: God showing his love by sending his Son into a cold, cruel world to die for us. It's God shouting for all to hear,

"I LOVE YOU UNCONDITIONALLY!"

prayer: Father in heaven, thank you for your great love for us. Give us the grace to accept your love by believing in our Saviour. In the name of Jesus we pray, Amen.

*adopted from Today.

it's christmas!

oh great! christmas is just around the corner! it's fun fun fun...

say.. wat comes first into your mind whenever the word "christmas" pop up into your mind? santa claus? reindeer? pine tree? gift exchange?

if it is so, then you ought to reshuffle your thinking about christmas. Christmas Day is actually a day which we celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. I repeat, Jesus' birth. there is nothing to do with santa claus or reindeer or pine tree.. etc... these are just icons commercialized by the business-minded people..

Tho' we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ on this day (25 Dec), but his real birth date is unknown. So it's just a day for the world to come together in thanks giving, for God so loved us, he sent his only Son, Jesus to earth.. to appear in human form.. that whoever believes in him, shall have eternal life and not perish.

On this christmas, let's look up to heaven, close your eyes.. and smile.. and just be thankful.. =)

who hit my kancil!

hmmm... sob* sob* :'(

sumone hit my kancil's nose today! it was my fault tho', for parking at an illegal slot/corner, as i've went around the jusco parking areas so many times for almost half an hour, and the temptation to squeeze into the illegal slot was so strong. you know.. kancil.. the "squeeze-in" queen..

besides, i have always been doing this - illegal parking at shopping malls - one-u, jusco..

after my lunch at jusco tis afternoon, i was horrified to find my car plate broken into two! and there were 2 lil dents on my kancil's nose.. oiyo.. so saddening! n frustrating... which clumsy-hit-and-run-away did tis?!

anyway, i learned my lesson well. First, I aint driving to any shopping complex anymore (except for carrefour & tesco, haven't ban them yet).

Secondly, no more illegal parking. Even if i have to walk a half hour distancE!

Thirdly, take my dad's advice seriously.

HAIAYAAAAAAAA!!!! sob* sob*

peace.. serenity...

sori for my long silence. i had wanted to post sth once in a while, but each time blogger created problems.. like jamming my pc.. refusing me from loggin in.. n etc.. finally.. today... my chance is here..

I was walking toffee on the field late this evening, around 9pm. the nite was beautiful, as i closed my eyes i could feel the gentle breeze caressing my cheeks n hair.. oh wow.. then i took toffee to the nearby playground and lied on the slides, eyes gazing at the clear sky. Oh wow!

It was a quiet, peaceful nite... watching the white cottony clouds decorating the dark sky.. i can't help from smiling alone - admiring God's wonderful creation. =) & my thoughts went back to kuantan..

where TC was my favourite spot.. where few of my brothers n sis in christ would gather once in a while n watch the moon... have dinner n supper together.. enjoying the sea breeze.. Christine, Gary, Moses, Alex, Peter.. together they stamped a very beautiful print in my heart..

I still miss & love kuantan... ;)

(a joke2share)

An old preacher was about to die soon. So he sent a message asking both his banker & lawyer, both church members, to visit him at his home.

When the banker & lawyer entered the dying preacher's bedroom, the preacher held out his hand & motioned them to sit on each side of his bed. Then the preacher grasped their hands, sighed & smiled contentedly. No one said anything.

Both the lawyer & banker were touched & flattered tat the preacher requested for them to be with him during his final moments. but they were also confused coz the preacher had always been criticising them about their greed & despiseful behaviour. The preacher never particularly liked them.

Finally, the lawyer asked, "Preacher, why did you ask us to come?"

The preacher gathered his strength & smiled with his eyes closed, "Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go."

how to treat a fierce dog?

one of the things which i fear most in my practise: treating fierce dogs. To make things worse, they're so deadly sick, but still wants to bite your neck off, growling each time you walk near..

how to treat them?!

it's just so frustrating. first, to set up the iv (intravenous) line would take us (personnels) alot of risks of being bitten, then everything have to be done extra slowly, just in case.. who knows..
n all the injections... each injection will require a few personnels...

to make things worse, after all the hardwork of setting up the drip, when you place the dog back in the cage...

HAVOC!!
he started barking, jumping, screaming, trembling & shaking the entire cage until his drip came off. (-_-')

and we have to redo everything from the start. It's just so difficult. why can't they understand? How to get well if they dun allow ppl to treat them? (.....)

quote for today 9 Nov '07

Aspire to inspire before you expire. amen. =)

wil pets cause allergic to ur kids?

Many parents-to-be believe in the old idea that having pets in the home will cause their children to develop allergies. Tat's an OLD idea folks! =)

Studies prove that the opposite is actually true. Pets can significantly decrease your child's allergy risk! Multiple studies performed by researchers and doctors, including allergists and pediatricians, have proven that having two or more dogs and/or cats during early childhood reduces the risk of allergies by up to 77%!

A study at the Medical College of Georgia in Augusta allergy tested 474 six year-old children in Detroit. About 33% of children who were not exposed to pets as infants or had only one pet tested positive for allergies. Those who lived with more than one pet as babies had at least half the chance of developing allergies.

Pets do not only decrease the odds of developing animal-related allergies, they also decrease the risk of other allergies, such as grass, dust mites, and ragweed. Because children with allergies are more likely to develop asthma, pets may also lower the odds of having this dangerous respiratory disease.

It is believed that dogs and cats reduce the risk of allergies because of the bacteria carried in their mouths. Exposure to this bacteria causes a child's immune system to develop a response system that makes allergies much less likely. Protecting children from these exposures and living a very clean life may take away the opportunity for a child to develop these defenses.

If you are worried about the effects your pet will have on your children, consider this article, and talk to your doctor. Keep in mind that your pet is also part of the family, and he has a lot to offer your children.

Your pet will help keep your child active, teach responsibility, provide love and friendship, teach respect of animals, and even improve physical health!

(adapted from http://www.petplace.com/cats/kids-and-allergies-can-pets-help-the-problem/page1.aspx?utm_source=dogcrazynews002a&utm_medium=email&utm_content=petplace_article&utm_campaign=petplace)

God will make a way...

I do not how it happened.. but God made a way for Koko to come back to my side!!!! Praise God!!!

Tat day when Koko left, I told the Lord tat I'd really want Koko back... & i do not know how it could be possible, but I really wanted Koko back very much..

How impossible it had seemed to me at first.. and though very much elated, I still couldn't believe tat Koko is finally back to my clinic!!

uc? God always make a way for his children, no matter how impossible it seems, amen! =D

I'm going to give Koko my tightest hug ever tomoro!! Praise God!!!!! =D
i missed her so-0-O-o-o-O-o-the-very-mucheeeeeeee!

Koko's left... :'(

4weeks ago a lady caught 3 stray puppies from a temple to my clinic, to "park" the puppies here while waiting for the animal sanctuary's consent. I was shocked at receiving the puppies - all of them were so frightened they were salivating nonstop, vomited & passed motion in the one small cage.

I brought them in & named them Kaka, Kiki & Koko. All 3 were scared all the time, & very defensive. Everytime I neared them, they would squeeze into the corners of the cage, growling. When I tried touching them, they would snap. Defensive. Few days later, Kaka & Kiki were sent to the sanctuary, Koko was having diarrhoea, thus was retained here.

While Koko was here, I trained her to be a friendly puppy, & she eventually placed her trust in me. Everymorning I would walk to the kennel & called, "Koko!" she would quickly wag her tail like crazy, and danced & jumped about like the "lion-dance" dancers. So very cute! Each time I opened her cage, she would run, skip & lope happily into the office. Everytime I hold some food in my hand, she'd sit & wait quietly by my side politely, trusting tat the food would be hers eventually. I bathed her, hugged her.. it was fun, just adoring her.

Today I let her play about in the office as usual, and suddenly the sanctuary owner, Ms Cici walked in. I was shocked. Though she was supposed to take Koko more than a week ago, I had not expected her to come today. "I'm here to take Koko," she said. My heart cried a big NO but my mind told me tat Koko doesn't belong here. Koko was already hiding underneath the table & boxes, for Ms Cici was a stranger to Koko.

"Koko..." I called gently. She walked out to me, eyes scared. "You're going home now..." I hugged her. "Be a good girl & do take care..." My mind started wondering wildly, "How does the sanctuary look like? How will Koko survive there? She'd be terrified!"

"One of the 2 puppies died," Ms Cici said. I was horrified, & I'm sending Koko there! What will happen to Koko? I couldn't think. Against my will, I carried Koko into the car, hugged her tight for the last time & gently placed her amidst all the things packing up the passenger seats at the back.

Koko was shivering, she looked at me. She had trusted me. & I had betrayed her trust. But there's nothing I could do, but to pray...

"Dear heavenly Father, I trust Koko in your hand today & please, please take care of her... keep her safe in your arms..."

Will I ever see her again?

wat a joy...

to be home.. (besides being near to my loved ones)

after work... dinner is always prepared..
hot water bath is prepared..
internet (broadband) 24/7...
own study table...
a "trained" dog to play with...
astro every nite...
washing machine..
great iron...
good quality bed & comfy blanket...
there's someone to wake me up if my alarm clock fails to do so...
nites are always cool..

it's my home.. ;)

handphone with a bible installed

yep, tats wat im looking for.. bz surveying now for the most suitable one.. but i think i'll get nokia.. not sure which model yet... and not sure which bible software to install..

anyone got any idea? if possible free installation one la.. free online update la.. i'm eyes are stuck on olive tree now..

any suggestion? can email or sms me.. :)

fatigue!

saturday nite we had an emergency c-sect case - stayed back till 9.45pm i guess.. and whew! were not we tired!

the next day was just as tiring.. i didn't know why.. it was my rest day, but i couldn't stop yawning and my eyelids were terribly heavy.. didn't have enuf sleep? so i got into bed before 12am.. sleep 8 hours, sure enuf?

but tis morning i woke up with the same yawning & heavy eyelid problem..

wow... if only i can get another 1 week holiday.. spend it in a beautiful, pollution-free place...
admiring & inhaling the beautiful mother nature...

if i were still a student, all i need to do is to ponteng... and study at home at my own free time..

wat a difference - a student, and an employee.

direction-blind

Being direction-blind has always been me, n i took it for granted all these while, until now. I've been in KL all my life, and honestly, i can agak-agak tell you the location of certain places, but i can never direct you how to get there.

Even if i've been to tat place more than 20x, i still dun remember. Places like bangsar, sunway, subang, pj, sk.. even menjalara, maluri, segambut, sri sinar! It's so unbelievable. But this lameness didn't really bother me until now.

I was driving my sis n bro home from bangsar just now, as usual, i didn't know the way, and my brother directed me the whole way until a part ( i think jalan duta roundabout) he told me i was supposed to turn left. I heard him, but it never occurred to me that i'm already at a roundabout! I was in the centre lane..

So i was still driving at 60kmph n didn't even slow down on reaching the roundabout. Suddenly my sis yelled from the back, "sis, the lorry!" I pulled the emergency brake and to my horror, a huge lorry just sped past my right in the roundabout. It was just a split second.

Had my sister not yelled in time..
had my brake been a second slower..
had my driving speed been faster..

I thank God for his divine protection..

coach carter

lately i watched a very terrific & uplifting movie: Coach Carter, starring Samuel Jackson as Coach Ken Carter, who oversees the direction of Richmond High School's basketball program in Calfornia.

In 1999, Carter found himself in the center of controversy when he locked out his entire Varsity basketball team in order to motivate and push them to improve their academic grades. You see, in the rough, urban California setting of Richmond High, only 50 percent of all students graduate. A measly 6 percent go on to attend college. Six out of 10 male students end up jobless, while a whopping 80 percent wind up in jail.

Not only did the coach close the gym, but he also banned any and all basketball-related activities. He was even prepared to cancel his entire season after 15 of his 45 players failed to live up to the classroom standards (to score at least 2.3) they agreed to in a contract they had signed earlier in the semester.

This drastic action aroused rebellion in many of his players, especially Cruz, who was also involved in drug trafficking. Cruz rebuked Carter's action, quit the basketball team and continued drug trafficking. Few days later a fren of Cruz was killed after some dispute with some gangster (probably due to drugs also). Watching his friend dying right in front of him shocked Cruz to the core.

That same nite, Cruz went knocking on Carter's door, asking Carter to accept him back into the basketball team. I had thought that Carter would say some harsh word, or reminded Cruz of his rebellion the day he quit the team, but Carter did none of tat. Instead, Carter hugged & comforted the shocky+teary Cruz.

Watching this i felt my heart shrank & tears started pooling in my eyes. I was like, "Wow! This man has the heart of Jesus! He truly knows how to love!" Immediately his action reminded me of the prodigal son & how God had forgiven our sins while we were still rebellious sinners on earth!

oh wow.. i wonder when will i ever know how to love like Jesus does?

i like this, got it fr the net

Lessons in life - logic

If your father is a poor man, it is your fate but,
if your father-in-law is a poor man, it's your stupidity.
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I was born intelligent - education ruined me.
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Practice makes perfect.....
But nobody's perfect......
so why practice?
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If it's true that we are here to help others,
then what exactly are the others here for?
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Since light travels faster than sound,
people appear bright until you hear them speak
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How come 'abbreviated' is such a long word?
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Money is not everything.
There's Mastercard & Visa.
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One should love animals.
They are so tasty.
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Behind every successful man, there is a woman.
And behind every unsuccessful man, there are two.
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Every man should marry.
After all, happiness is not the only thing in life.
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The wise never marry.
and when they marry they become otherwise.
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Success is a relative term.
It brings so many relatives.
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Never put off the work till tomorrow what you can put off today. ........................................................................
'Your future depends on your dreams.
So go to sleep
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There should be a better way to start a day.
Than waking up every morning
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'Hard work never killed anybody.
But why take the risk
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'Work fascinates me'.
I can look at it for hours
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God made relatives;
Thank God we can choose our friends.
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The more you learn, the more you know.
The more you know, the more you forget.
The more you forget, the less you know.
So.. why learn.
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A bus station is where a bus stops.
A train station is where a train stops.
On my desk, I have a work station....
what more can I say........

She'd left

it was a solemn day. I had hoped for so many days that Feeb would survive the canine parvo virus ordeal, but as i stepped into the clinic that morning, Feeb was motionless. Dead. Immediately i felt a pang in my heart, what i had feared most for the past few days has come. Tears started rolling uncontrollably down my cheeks.

I hurried to do other stuff in the clinic to divert my focus, but then i remembered then i had to inform the owners. The owners who had come faithfully to our clinic every day and nite, to encourage Feeb. I remembered clearly how Feeb would stand and wagged her tail enthusiastically each time... but each day she got weaker as she started to lose the battle...

"Hello Ms Ern... I've got bad news..." I called the owner.
"What bad news?"
"Mm...erggh... Feeb..." my throat clogged up as i started crying uncontrollably. I was wondering, shouldn't i be the one tougher here?!
"I'm on my way, to the clinic." And the line was dead.

I stood hidden behind the walls, unwilling to believe that this was happening. How could Feeb had lost the battle? Few minutes later, all 5 owners of Feeb reached the clinic. I couldn't look at them in the eye. My eyes were badly swollen. And I knew for sure that if i ever glanced at their sad faces, I would cry and make the entire scenario even worse.

Then the dad came to me. "Can't do much, huh? You tried your best... I guess this is it..." I just nodded. I couldn't speak. He seemed tougher than me. He continued, "Feeb was a very smart dog, each of us loved her so much.. each morning she'd run into our rooms, wake us up... and if we do not wake up, she'd run into another room...never soil the house.. she's such a darling to us.." and he broke down. Everyone of us broke down that morning.

A beautiful dog had just left the ugly world.