pīlōkär´pēn - D@re 2B D’ff3r3nt

October 18, 2006

milestone in surgery

2006.10.16

Big-eyed dog just gave birth to a big plump puppy(400gm). Cute and adorable!!

It's the eve of my short leave from work tomorrow.

Last few days were busy, tired, stressed up, frustrated on-call, but satisfied and happy. Something like the hard and laboured climb to Low's Peak, Mount Kinabalu .

Anyway, thanks to AnaestMO, Dr.Halimah and Azlina, on last friday, I was given a chance to perform my first appendicectomy with subcuticular skin closure under the guidance of my favourite MO, none other than Dr. Salek. Previously, got numerous times rejected by anaest MO as I had yet done any, and they are scared that I would prolong the surgery time. But this time, they suggested to my MO to let me do it. For that day, as 3 cases of appendicitis being sent into the OT, all three of them were settled within 2hours, before all the Malay medical personnels break their fast.

Bowling at 5. That's exactly what I did today, together with my colleagues and MOs, as I break fast together with them at McD after the 2 tiring bowling games. The games here are quite cheap. RM 10 for 4 games for Ramadan month.

Anyway, all packed up now and getting ready for tomorrow's trip to meet my dearest and my 4 days break.

Just wanted to tell a brief story, not really brief, but if you got the time, you may read it and tell me whether you like it.

Once upon a time, in the land far far away from Sungai Petani, somehow, if I am not mistaken, there lives a.... Actually, modern story telling ain't like those good o' Mother Goose's times.

Let's begin again.

The break of dawn was a scary sight to the scholar. His face was still half buried below the stacks of old-ragged books that he was studying last night. It had been always been his lifestyles to doze off in the mountains of literature masterpiece, then had his breakfast with couple of friends, giving them a mini briefing about the knowledge that he diligently read about. Then go back to the endless stacks of literature.

He would speak of tales of great cities, stories of marvelous people, and facts of absolutely astounding happenings all around the world. Listening to him is a pleasurable pastimes that I assured plenty would had agreed, yet there were something not quite right in the whole scenario of his life.

He was respected by lots of peasants, and he received blessings in form of food, help or money wherever he went. Insidiously, he considered himself to be so superior and knowledgeable, and he immortalized himself, often in stories that he narrated.

But as he walked around in kampong one fine day, a small innocent child asked him.

“Tok Wan, I heard so much about you”

“Thank you, my little one.”

“Can I ask, what is the purpose of life?”

“Life is… Life is… “

Sometimes, we speak so much of what we knew, what life have to offer, yet we are not actually living it. Some people boasts about what they do to their juniors, how disciplined they are, but at the end, it is what you do that speaks the loudest.

<piloism: There lies a fine line between being a consultant and being mildly retarded.>