Just a couple of hours ago, I was watching tv with my sister when I subconsciously rubbed my right eye.
After like a minute, I noticed my eye had started to feel... odd.
I could feel like exudate (? is that the correct term?) like slowly gathering at my eye.
It felt really strange so I got up and looked in the mirror and noticed the inner part of my eye, which is the small white section medial to my retina was slightly dark reddish.
Then in a few minutes, my eye started to get swollen!
I panicked and called my sisters to check it out.
Lena's first response was 'Wait two minutes. I'm watching something very interesting.' Haha idiot.
Lena's the only like certified working doctor in the house now, so I guess it makes sense that we all look to her for medical advice now. Because before, we always looked to my dad and what he said was law. I trust him completely. However, for the other Dr. Ngu or Ms. Ngu whatever, err.. let's just say.. I still trust my daddy more ;-) hahaha
Anyway, the final verdict for the possible cause, was that there was a mosquitoe bite right under my eye -.-
Which is probably what caused my eye to swell up and feel all funny.
Either that or some foreign material got in there while I was rubbing it -.-
The question I want to know is, what kind of invisible black-belted ninja flying mosquitoe managed to bite me while I was awake?! I was just lying there, watching tv when it happened. Freaking ninja mosquitoes -.-
So now, my right eye is slightly swollen -.- it made me realize how inner beauty reaaaaallly plays a major role in life. haha it was that bad. Thankfully, the swelling's gradually going down so hopefully by tomorrow, it'll be gone. Sighs the one time I forgot to pack my eyedrops in my luggage. Oh wells.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Dear Daddy
This year, I lost my hero. I lost a man who taught me everything I know about character, morals, medicine and life. Obviously, words can't describe how great of a man he really is, or was whatever. I am not saying this just because you know, he's passed and it was my dad but in my opinion, HE really really really was a great man.
He wasn't a man who stood by the sidelines and went 'Oh, I wish I could do that' or 'Oh, I wish I had done that'. No, instead he was the type of man that really lived life to its fullness, taking on whatever adventures he could, from boating in the largest waves I've ever seen to flying to the highest cloud in the sky. Boating, fishing, flying airplanes (controlled ones and actual aircrafts), catching prawns, fixing cars, gardening, the list could go on.
Looking back, you can't help but smile at all the adventurous and fun activities I got to do with him. I remember the infamous time we went on jet skis in the Sarawak River and FELL IN. All because my dad was having a little too much fun which resulted in us, being flung into the murky waters. Haha that was a good day, albeit frightening as hell, but a fun day nevertheless. Or the time I nearly drowned in the swimming pool in Damai Resort and my dad, who saw me struggling, dove straight in, completely ignoring the fact that his wallet and his phone were in his pocket at the time. (I remember being more terrified about the destroyed phone than the actual drowning lol.) I don't remember much from that incident, but I just remember seeing lots of bubbles and a sense a of weightlessness, then suddenly, I was being pulled back to life, to light. All because of my dad.
Sigh. As a child, you never EVER expect something like this to happen to YOUR family. Sure, the family next door, or the family you see at coffee shops or the family you just met like once, but NEVER your own. This is a surreal feeling. I found this verse a few nights before I returned home and I didn't really understand it completely at the time, but now I do.
It says:
King David said to his son Solomon, "Be confident and determined. Start the work and don't let anything stop you. The Lord God, whom I serve, will be with you. He will not abandon you, but he will stay with you until you finish the work to be done on his Temple." - 1 Chronicles 28:20
I understand it now and it scares me how true this verse is. I've never been an avid Bible reader but for the past few nights before going home, I've actually picked up the Bible a couple of times in search for some understanding. It's truly eerie and amazing at the same time, how one simple verse can sum up so much.
Anyway, for those who could not attend the church service for my dad, I'm going to include some of the major events that occurred like the incredibly moving slideshow my sister, Diana prepared for him and the awesomely written eulogy my sister, Lena spoke during the service.
To the people who attended the service to pay their respects, sent their condolences and flowers, or helped out in any way possible: I would like to sincerely say thank you from the bottom of my heart from me and my family. Though my dad has moved on, I can't help feeling a sense of serenity and bliss around me. Yes, I will continue to miss him and think about him daily, but most importantly, I hope to continue building and strive to do justice to the legacy he left behind.
Here's to a man who has really set the bar up high for me, in regards to men in general. So, yeah, tough luck trying to find a man like my dad out there. lol sighs guess you can always hope eh?
"My father may be known to many of you seated here today as a doctor, a surgeon, work colleague, flying aircraft member, boat club member, sports car enthusiast, food lover, music lover, and the list goes on as he had so many different interests in life, but for me, he was just simply my daddy.
My dad was my hero. Sometimes, as a junior doctor, you find yourself looking for senior doctors that would inspire you and motivate you to do more, learn more, to push your limits. I was fortunate enough to not have to look far because I had someone like that as my dad.
The fact that all my siblings are in the medical profession I think pays homage to how infectious his passion for medicine was. He loved his job and as children, we would listen to him go on and on about things he had learned or done or challenging cases that he had managed to make right. I know he loved working at Normah Medical Specialist Centre and I always remember what great fun and banter he had with staff and colleagues there whenever I visited.
He was a jack of all trades. In a day, his chores could include a variety of things including fiddling with his sports car, fixing a faulty plumbing system, lighting system, air conditioning, carpentry, working on his boat or playing with light aircrafts. There was nothing that he would not get stuck in or try and do. All this, on top of his day job of being a top surgeon.
I can think of so much more to say but at the end of the day, this is what I remember:
A generous man who never thought twice about helping anyone in need or giving medical advice freely.
A kind man who always found time to speak to anyone and never held grudges.
A righteous man who always stood up for what he believed to be fair and he always tried to teach us the importance of this.
A jovial man always full of jokes on demand. Whenever he was around, there would always be laughter.
A protective man, always trying to shield my mum and us from the evils of the world.
A strong willed man who never gave up even when all odds seemed stack against him. Despite all that he went through, he never complained or grumbled. He just grinned and bore it.
A loving husband who always brought my mum with him wherever he went. She was his most precious possession. They were seldom apart.
Most of all, I remember my daddy as someone who loved his children tremendously. He had unwavering support, encouragement and praise for us. He humored us when we were down and beamed with pride when we excelled.
I am grateful to the Pastor and the church members of Faith Methodist Church for all their help, support and prayer. My father was baptized last month and it gave him a lot of comfort knowing that he did not have to fear death.
My hero, my daddy has passed on and he leaves behind myself, Albert, Diana, Sandra and my mother to carry on the family name. We are so proud of him, of all that he was, and all that he would have liked to achieve if times had been different. I am so proud to be my father's daughter.
Daddy, we really miss you and I know nothing can bring you back but I really hope you come and visit us even if in our dreams, to continue to encourage us and support us as you always have. Help us use all the happy memories we have with you to keep us going.
I want to thank all of you for coming today. Your presence is very comforting to us to know that my dad was so well loved. For close friends and relatives who have gone the extra mile to help, you know who you are and thank you.
I will end with a short presentation of pictures, with my dad's favorite song.
This is really it now. Goodbye daddy. We love you."
He wasn't a man who stood by the sidelines and went 'Oh, I wish I could do that' or 'Oh, I wish I had done that'. No, instead he was the type of man that really lived life to its fullness, taking on whatever adventures he could, from boating in the largest waves I've ever seen to flying to the highest cloud in the sky. Boating, fishing, flying airplanes (controlled ones and actual aircrafts), catching prawns, fixing cars, gardening, the list could go on.
Looking back, you can't help but smile at all the adventurous and fun activities I got to do with him. I remember the infamous time we went on jet skis in the Sarawak River and FELL IN. All because my dad was having a little too much fun which resulted in us, being flung into the murky waters. Haha that was a good day, albeit frightening as hell, but a fun day nevertheless. Or the time I nearly drowned in the swimming pool in Damai Resort and my dad, who saw me struggling, dove straight in, completely ignoring the fact that his wallet and his phone were in his pocket at the time. (I remember being more terrified about the destroyed phone than the actual drowning lol.) I don't remember much from that incident, but I just remember seeing lots of bubbles and a sense a of weightlessness, then suddenly, I was being pulled back to life, to light. All because of my dad.
Sigh. As a child, you never EVER expect something like this to happen to YOUR family. Sure, the family next door, or the family you see at coffee shops or the family you just met like once, but NEVER your own. This is a surreal feeling. I found this verse a few nights before I returned home and I didn't really understand it completely at the time, but now I do.
It says:
King David said to his son Solomon, "Be confident and determined. Start the work and don't let anything stop you. The Lord God, whom I serve, will be with you. He will not abandon you, but he will stay with you until you finish the work to be done on his Temple." - 1 Chronicles 28:20
I understand it now and it scares me how true this verse is. I've never been an avid Bible reader but for the past few nights before going home, I've actually picked up the Bible a couple of times in search for some understanding. It's truly eerie and amazing at the same time, how one simple verse can sum up so much.
Anyway, for those who could not attend the church service for my dad, I'm going to include some of the major events that occurred like the incredibly moving slideshow my sister, Diana prepared for him and the awesomely written eulogy my sister, Lena spoke during the service.
To the people who attended the service to pay their respects, sent their condolences and flowers, or helped out in any way possible: I would like to sincerely say thank you from the bottom of my heart from me and my family. Though my dad has moved on, I can't help feeling a sense of serenity and bliss around me. Yes, I will continue to miss him and think about him daily, but most importantly, I hope to continue building and strive to do justice to the legacy he left behind.
Here's to a man who has really set the bar up high for me, in regards to men in general. So, yeah, tough luck trying to find a man like my dad out there. lol sighs guess you can always hope eh?
"My father may be known to many of you seated here today as a doctor, a surgeon, work colleague, flying aircraft member, boat club member, sports car enthusiast, food lover, music lover, and the list goes on as he had so many different interests in life, but for me, he was just simply my daddy.
My dad was my hero. Sometimes, as a junior doctor, you find yourself looking for senior doctors that would inspire you and motivate you to do more, learn more, to push your limits. I was fortunate enough to not have to look far because I had someone like that as my dad.
The fact that all my siblings are in the medical profession I think pays homage to how infectious his passion for medicine was. He loved his job and as children, we would listen to him go on and on about things he had learned or done or challenging cases that he had managed to make right. I know he loved working at Normah Medical Specialist Centre and I always remember what great fun and banter he had with staff and colleagues there whenever I visited.
He was a jack of all trades. In a day, his chores could include a variety of things including fiddling with his sports car, fixing a faulty plumbing system, lighting system, air conditioning, carpentry, working on his boat or playing with light aircrafts. There was nothing that he would not get stuck in or try and do. All this, on top of his day job of being a top surgeon.
I can think of so much more to say but at the end of the day, this is what I remember:
A generous man who never thought twice about helping anyone in need or giving medical advice freely.
A kind man who always found time to speak to anyone and never held grudges.
A righteous man who always stood up for what he believed to be fair and he always tried to teach us the importance of this.
A jovial man always full of jokes on demand. Whenever he was around, there would always be laughter.
A protective man, always trying to shield my mum and us from the evils of the world.
A strong willed man who never gave up even when all odds seemed stack against him. Despite all that he went through, he never complained or grumbled. He just grinned and bore it.
A loving husband who always brought my mum with him wherever he went. She was his most precious possession. They were seldom apart.
Most of all, I remember my daddy as someone who loved his children tremendously. He had unwavering support, encouragement and praise for us. He humored us when we were down and beamed with pride when we excelled.
I am grateful to the Pastor and the church members of Faith Methodist Church for all their help, support and prayer. My father was baptized last month and it gave him a lot of comfort knowing that he did not have to fear death.
My hero, my daddy has passed on and he leaves behind myself, Albert, Diana, Sandra and my mother to carry on the family name. We are so proud of him, of all that he was, and all that he would have liked to achieve if times had been different. I am so proud to be my father's daughter.
Daddy, we really miss you and I know nothing can bring you back but I really hope you come and visit us even if in our dreams, to continue to encourage us and support us as you always have. Help us use all the happy memories we have with you to keep us going.
I want to thank all of you for coming today. Your presence is very comforting to us to know that my dad was so well loved. For close friends and relatives who have gone the extra mile to help, you know who you are and thank you.
I will end with a short presentation of pictures, with my dad's favorite song.
This is really it now. Goodbye daddy. We love you."
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
My good friend Zoe posted this note on her facebook regarding a testimony from one of the 33 miners trapped in Chile. All, I can say is, thank you. This is exactly what I needed. Take a look:
"Jose Henriquez, an evangelical preacher who was one of the 33 miners trapped deep underground in Chile was at the heart of keeping morale high during their 69 day ordeal. He was invited to share his testimony in my church on Sunday evening. Along with him came his wife and the Chilean pastor to the prime minister of Chile.
Jose is about 50 years old plus and was working 700 metres below ground level in San José copper-gold mine in the Atacama Desert near Copiapó, Chile. I will now relate his account as I heard it.
“I was working in one of the chambers in the mine down below when suddenly there was dust all around me. More and more dust filled the area and for 4 hours there was dust everywhere. I coud not see anything but dust. After that I could see about 1 metre ahead of me and I started moving and searching for others.
Soon the dust settled and we all regrouped into a big chamber. There were 33 of us. We started organising ourselves. Some were electricians and were in charge of the lighting and others had to fix the pipes so that we could still have fresh air. The food had to be rationed. We had some fish and we rationed it to one teaspoon per day per person. Among other things were biscuits.
The others gave me the task of praying for guidance. I was the only Christian there. I said to them, “I pray to the Living God. If you ask me to pray, I will pray to him. Or you can ask someone else to pray to a dead person – but I pray to the Living God.” They wanted me to pray to the Living God. I gathered the men twice a day in a big circle and made them hold hands while I prayed. I even taught each one of them to pray. Some back-slider Christians came on the scene and repented. We prayed and prayed and sang Christian songs. I prophesied that the box of food we had would never go empty.
Once we heard the drill coming and we were very excited. But we were horrified when we realised that it missed us. It would be very difficult for the drill to find us by just mere chance. We were disappointed for a while and prayer went down but it was important that we kept going. So we prayed harder and harder and finally, on the 17th day, the drill found us! We were so excited. Some of us banged on the drill, others hugged it. We painted it to show that we were alive and then we attached messages to it. I wrote, “We are alive and there are 33 of us”. The box of food never did go empty; when we reached the last tin of fish, new supplies dropped in from above (drill hole).
After this we did not pray much anymore because we thought that our prayers were answered already. But before long we realised that we were wrong. Although we had been located, there was still the question of how to bring us out. So we had to humble ourselves, really really humble ourselves and pray harder. I requested for 33 Bibles to be sent down. I started teaching them the basics of the Bible. We had frequent Bible studies everyday. Those boys really sang with all their hearts whenever we worshipped God.
Those many weeks underground was an opportunity for us to grow deeper in the Lord. There were of course tensions at some points and two or three points. But I made sure that both parties recon ciliated later because no one should harbour bitterness or resentment. We requested for special T-shirts to be made for us that said “Thank you God” because we want the World to see and know that our God was with us down there. Jesus the Living God was down there with us. When all this began, I was the only Christian down there. At the end of it, there were 33 Christians with their lives fully dedicated to God.
Finally on the 69th day, the missle-like capsule was sent down to pick us up one by one. The first went in and then came out. We wanted to pray first. We prayed and thanked God and blessed the capsule for safe journey mercies. One by one up we went. I was the 24th person to reach the top.
We were told by geologists that it is a miracle that the drill found us as it did. There had been a large solid rock in the way but for some strange reason the drill went at an angle and found our chamber. We praise God for what He has done.
If you have any problems, pray to the Living God because He will HEAR you. When you are in your pit of alcoholism, depression, addiction, guilt... humble yourself, go on your knees and pray and He will answer you.”
His wife said that all the while she and family had been praying and fasting. The Prime Minister of Chile himself asked the pastor to get a prayer chain going. And today many people in Chile have turned back to the Living God."
Monday, January 24, 2011
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"Be strong and of good courage, and do it: fear not, nor be dismayed for God, is with you, He will not fail you, nor forsake you, until all the work for the service of God be finished." - 1 Chronicles 28:20
Where are you?
Why don't you show yourself?
I need you.
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