Reverting to the old.
Festivities are back, as it is with most of the Malaysian year, and i wonder, what really matters in how we celebrate?
Lights are so important in all our festivities, religious or otherwise.
http://www.visionkl.com/2006-10/klfestivals.asp?search=seeing
Light up my LIFE!!
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I want to be a surgeon. a master of the ancient skill. and it is all because of them. Our Deans. Dato Kandasamy and Prof Ramesh Jutti, both reknown surgeons, inspire me to the extent i have been rid of all my laziness and slackness.
"if you don’t already know what you want to pursue, you are too late." no sooner had the words passed out of his mouth, it had dug deep into the recesses of my heart, immediately sprouting to form a longing for surgery as my career, and as my passion.
now, i find my eyes lighting up, rather than dulling, when there is a clinical presentation, or even homework to finish. i want to tell the whole world (unfortunately burdening my family) my experiences. i go to ward wanting to know things, and absorbing all i can.
however, there is something else i did learn, reinforced by my deans, but learnt ultimately from God. A heart like His, meaning to know and feel the patients as if His own. and i realise that He made me feel. the pain, the suffering, more importantly, the afterdeath. i feel for my terminal patients, because He wants me to feel. Dato Kanda made sure we at least thought of that. After all, what good is a doctor if he does not care?
there is so much to learn, even though i am in the final year. so much to see, so much to absorb. but at least my passion is directed, and i am moving ahead. can’t wait. there is just so much more!
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My dad makes me breakfast every morning i am home, no matter how early i have to be awake, he makes it a point to be awake earlier, to help me prepare. My dad calls every evening to see how i am coping when i am not in PJ, and when i face a difficult situation i can always look to him for counsel. My dad prays for me and Vanora and my brothers, every day and night, without fail. He may be human, but he’s the best human dad i ever want or need.
My Pastor may be a hard man to handle. He may have a "mega-church" which is a minus point for most skeptics, but it started from scratch, showing the harvest of all he has put into this ministry. He may not know me personally, except when i get into trouble, but no doubt he offers counsel and prays for me always. and he loves Vanora.
My God is the Biggest and single most significant factor in my life. He loves me when i am faithful, He loves me when i screw up. And everytime i fall, He picks me up. He holds every tear, because my heart and soul are precious to Him. On top of all that, He sees me perfect in every way, because that is how i will look once He is done with me.
My dad, my pastor and my God. the three coverings over my life. I cherish them and i know that my life is only what it is because of them. This is a tribute to the factors not publicised, yet greatly appreciated.
*Oh and Happy Birthday Pastor Henry!
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