I’ll forget you

People were always talking about love

Since long ago till now and forever more

Love may make you bloom like a flower

But it also tears you down

I was never brave enough

But when I was

It left me only with a broken heart

One time, two time

I give up

I’ll never let you know

What is in my heart

Thank you for being there

To spice up my life

But I’ll forget you

Cause it don’t seem to work

And I do not want to break again

I was young and dumb

Hoping for something

When there is nothing

But now I know better

That it was all a fantasy

It may be hard

And please do cry

But it’ll get better

I promise you, girl




A simple life

Humans are greedy beings. We always want more. No matter how much we have, we are not contented.

I went deep into the jungle to a Penan’s village in Sarawak for a mission trip just recently. It took me 4 hours on the bus, 2 hours waiting at the airport, 2 hours flight, 8 hours four-wheel drive on an extremely bumpy and uneven road and an hour boat ride just to get into the village. I started my journey at 11pm and only managed to reach it at 8pm the next day.

Before the trip, my dad and friends told me how backwards the village will be. They told me there isn’t a toilet, electricity or water and their diet consist mainly of vegetables (this is a big deal for me as I love meat). I wasn’t all that nervous and worried about getting there however, the idea of pooping without a proper toilet troubles me a little. I was so surprised when I enter the village. It wasn’t as backwards as I had imagine. Compared to what I expect, it looks like a hotel. There is free electricity which is generated by the hydro dam. There is even mobile line and you can connect your phone to your mobile data if you need access to the internet. The line is powered by solar panels.

I love it there though I hardly did anything to help. I did gave a testimony which makes me sweat bullocks and stutter. I have to give it on stage in front of the church fulled with people. It was scary and I was very anxious. On that night, I couldn’t even enjoy my dinner as all I was thinking was me standing in front of so many people presenting my not-so-interesting testimony. Apart from that, I played with the kids, went up the mountain to search for edible ferns, went up prayer hill to reflect on what has happened and help distribute the second-hand clothing that were donated.

The food there was absolutely amazing and tasty. I do not know how they cook the ferns and tapioca leaves to be that delicious but it makes me take second helpings for all the green dishes. Sometimes, we have wild boar that the villagers hunt. In the village, there is a convenience store where we get our supplies and fingerlicious supper. It is run by a Chinese uncle. We had sugar donuts, cakoi and you can even get burgers that are specially flown in by plane. Luckily, there is a toilet, not the ones we see at home, but I can make do with it. Apart from the front door, all the other parts of the house does not have a door. They just put a cloth over it. The aunty that went with me was afraid someone will peek into the bathroom as the cloth is very thin and can be easily seen through. Most of the time, she bathes without the light on.

Another wonderful thing I experienced in the jungle is their river. The life of the village. They bath and do basically everything there. At first, the water was icy cold to me but I soon got used to it and had so much fun playing with them. Letting the strong current swept us like we were sliding down the slide. Every time it got hot or when we were sticky after running around, all we had to do is jump into the river. I also managed to attend the school’s prize giving ceremony and some of the kids were so funny while they introduce themselves and perform their traditional dances. They brought us into the jungle and thought us how to make make-shift guns from the stalk of some plant (I cannot remember), they climb coconut trees with their bare hands and feet so that we can enjoy its sweet water and juicy flesh, they taught us how to aim with a blow dart and make sure we were well taken care of. They would never let us into the jungle to explore alone as they are afraid we were harmed by bears or wild boars. I also enjoyed watching their football match and it looks like the biggest event of all. Most of the villagers are gathered there to watch and cheer.

Early in the morning, I was awakened by such a beautiful melody of a children gospel song played by the pastor on the guitar. I also learned many other new songs and taught the kids to play a new game. It is hard as most of them are very afraid and reluctant to learn new stuff. While walking out of the village, you can hear Christian music blasting through the speaker. At night, we will be sitting in front of the television watching Brother Shaw’s action movies while sipping on our hot milo or chocolate. Life there was so blissful and peaceful.

I love being in the village, with the people. The share everything they have, they work together to get things done. Their doors are never lock and everyone is welcome into one another’s houses. However, they too have their own flaws and troubles to overcome. They easily give up and is too complacent with their lives. But I learned a lot from that. How to be humble and how to live a simple live. To be contented with whatever we have. To not worry because if God can feed the birds in the sky and cloth the plants with such beautiful clothing, I’m sure he will treat us well as we are His children.

Long Lamai, I thank you sincerely from the heart for all the things that you did. For opening up my eyes to the beauty of God’s creation. For reassuring me that my path in being a doctor might be the right one. I will visit you again soon.


Are you okay?

That little smile on your face. The one you wear every single day. 

The little mask you put on. To show that you’re okay. 

All the lies that you said. Always went unnoticed. 

And when it gets to much. You screamed a little, asking for help. 

But there isn’t anyone. That could hear your little voice. 

For they always thought, you were alright. 

After asking for help in vain, you slowly gave up. 

Telling yourself it’s okay. You’ll be alright. 

As tears just fall. Each and every night. 

Are you sure you’re okay? 

You’re all by yourself

The saying, no man is an island has always been a popular one. Human beings are social creatures. We can’t live without having relationships. Life, isn’t complete if there isn’t people who we love and cared about and people who love us. We always yearn for the close bond. From the moment we were born, those who are lucky enough will experience it from their parents and family members. If there isn’t love in a home, we will walk outside and find it somewhere else.

Today is my last day of class. I’ll be sitting for my finals in a few days time and I just realised that I feel kinda sad that I’ll be leaving my friends. No matter how hard it was for me to be here, I started to enjoy it. In an overall, this year has not been a good year. I cried, millions of times. I get depressed, in the middle of the night or weirdly, sometimes even when I’m out with my friends. I reconfirmed the fact that, things will not always go your way and you got to live it. I went through many ups and downs. But all year-long, I put up a facade. I plastered a smile across my face and it was tiring. I’m tired of everything. My life, my relationship with people, my studies, my future, everything.

Today, it dawns on me that those people who are around you now, there won’t be there all the time. Truth to be told, there are gonna leave you. Either sooner or later. You’re gonna be separated. If not by anything that has happened in this life. Distance, arguments, disagreements or even when you got tired and complacent, you’ll be separated by death. Who is gonna be with you then? No one.

Sometimes when I’m sad, I’ll tell it to my friends, but I understand that they do not understand what I’m going through. It sounds so fickle. After a few times, I just got fed up. I didn’t want to worry them or trouble them. They couldn’t help me either. I’m not one who could open up to people easily. I don’t even tell my best friends what is really going through my head.

I know I’m not the only one going through this and I shouldn’t exaggerate it. But, I just want everything to stop. I want to go home. The only reason I’m still here is because God has always been there for me. I always remind myself that but it is so hard. So very hard to apply it when no one is here.

SEA Games 2017

One of the advantages of living in a big city is you get to attend all the special events, concerts, competition and activities that are mainly conducted in the capital city. The moment I read from the newspaper that the SEA Games (South-East Asia Games) will be held in Kuala Lumpur this year, I was extremely excited. I knew I mustn’t miss this opportunity to watch it live in the stadium. I scroll through the schedule and check the ticket price multiple time. As each day goes by, the day of the competition grew closer. I arranged my schedule accordingly and make sure I had done my assignments and study for the upcoming test. I work twice as hard to free up my timetable so that I could squeeze in the little amount of free time I had to attend at least one event. However, I faced a few problems. Firstly, it is transportation. I did not want to waste my money on taxi so I did some research on how to get there through public transport. The journey took 1 hour and 30 minutes using the LRT. Next, my parents doesn’t really feel comfortable with me going alone, especially at night. But I did not want to disturb some of my friends who are preparing for their examination, and the few I had left, were either not interested or had gone back home to their hometown.

But I was determined on going, and nothing could stop me. I planned on getting tickets for the badminton finals. However, the tickets were sold out. I got confused with some of the other events and inquire my friend about it. He found out and told me that half of the events are open to the public for free. It definitely a hard choice on deciding which event to go to as I cannot make it during the weekday because my classes starts early in morning and end late in the evening. After asking my dad’s opinion, I decided to go for athletics. And guess what? My friend who was supposed to be going back to her hometown, had to work so she will be going home later and she wanted to join me. Then, I went and asked both my cousins, who are the same age as me, also studying in KL to come join us and they said yes!

We met up at Bukit Jalil Stadium as all of us are from different places around KL. I decided to book a taxi together with one of my cousin. Despite the miscommunication and not leaving our place on time, we still managed to reach the destination before the event started. It has been a very long time since I last saw my friends. Each of us were busy with our own life. Working hard to pass our assignments before the due date, studying for finals and the distance makes it inconvenient for us to meet up. I received a call from them asking where are we. I told them we were still in the taxi and I do not know where are we as I’m bad with direction. But, I realised, we have reached when I saw a tiny part of the stadium, peeking out of my window, covered by the high metal gates. I gave out a loud cry of excitement and the taxi driver laughed. We had a short talk about the Games and I asked him whether did he attend any of the events. He said he had not as he has to work. When I stepped out of the taxi and into the entrance, I was filled with awe and admiration. The stadium was huge and majestic. There was a long rectangle pool with a fountain and all around us, there were visitors taking selfies. The place was extremely beautiful. I have never though of Malaysia in that way before until that day. I couldn’t really describe how great and wonderful it is. Getting even more excited, I speak non-stop in a volume that is a bit too loud. Outside the entrance, there was a ‘keris’ statute and I could hear the crowd cheering. Their voices echo through the doors and the window and the sound of the emcee announcing what has happened with a grand and deep voice. The sound of the high jump pole dropping and making the familiar clank on the floor was so clear and loud in my ears. I wanted to be in there. But we had to wait for the other two of my friends. They were at the opposite end and when I saw them walking towards us, I waved frantically. I was surprised I could see them from that far a distance. I ran towards them and the next few minutes were filled with hugs and greetings.

We walked to the entrance and had to go through security checks like the ones in the airport to make sure we are not terrorists and did not bring any weapon. Then there is the turning door and I was smiling so wide, my eyes were nearly gone. The guards could see how excited I am and smiled at me. All the good seats in the stadium were nearly full but we managed to find one. I wore and orange shirt to show my support for Malaysia and we were cheering and shouting together with the crowd for our athletes. But I did not know any of them. Before the start of each event, they would introduce the competitors and I enjoyed watching their behavior and countenance. It was very entertaining. I was also amazed with the huge camera dangling in the air and the movable one, similar to those used in movies. Everything was new to me. It was my first experience and I couldn’t help but be filled with joy. It was exhilarating. The weather was great and it wasn’t very hot inside. The atmosphere of the stadium. The tension at the finishing line, the togetherness of the spectator and the fighting spirit of the athlete that never give up even though they are last. Everything was perfect. When I saw how the runner cried and knelt down when he won, I understand how exhilarated he was. He jumped on his coach and they were caught in an embrace. As he take up our country’s flag and walk through the stadium, standing proud and tall, thanking his faithful supporters. That day, I was brought back to my times as a student, competing during Sports Day.

At the end, there was the victory ceremony. They were awarded their medals, a Rimau soft toy and a sapling. I explained to my friends why they did so and though to myself proud I am when they did that. Taking the initiative to set some things right. Four navies were stationed at the flag pole. They were dressed in white and blue uniformed, quite funny in my eyes and the national anthem of the gold medalist were played through the loud-speaker. Everyone was standing upright, facing the flags and the camera zoomed in to see whether the athlete knew the lyrics to their anthem.

Outside the stadium, there were many stalls set up along the way to the exit. Selling all kinds of food from various countries. The spectators poured out of the stadium and started to line up to fill their tummies with the delicacies. Volunteers can be seen everywhere, with a big plastic bag and long tweezers to collect the rubbish. A few families are seated on the floor, taking a rest and still others were taking pictures. I received a message from a friend from my hometown saying he saw me in the stadium and I was elated to know that even in such a big place with that many people, I met someone so far away coincidentally. My friends and I took the LRT to the nearest shopping mall to had our dinner and we had a great time together.

I know, I wouldn’t forget this feeling in a million years. And when I’m old, while I am watching it through the screen with my children or grandchildren, I would be the one recounting this story. Reminiscing on the experience.

Everyone is a fighter

” You want to defy the truth? Good luck trying.”

” Yeah. At least, I tried rather than just accepting it.”

” You’re always a fighter.”

The late night conversation with my friend, got me thinking how everyone has always been fighting. Each, with their own battle. No one else can fight it for you. For everyone, has a different battle to fight. What might means something to me, might mean nothing to the other person. I couldn’t understand why my friend would always work so hard and stressed himself up just to be the top of the world. But that might be all he ever lived for. Those goals may be the one that kept him going. Early in the morning, that’s what makes him get out of bed. When he faced troubles and challenges, it is the light at the end of the tunnel. If he fall down, he get up because he has a destination to reach. A goal to achieve. Objectives in life. That is what makes him look forward to the dawn. When a new day will start. He will be getting closer and closer to the end of his goals.

Do not think that you are alone. Don’t ever give up. Because, even if you are alone in your battle, there will always be someone. Someone who will lend you a hand when you fall. Cheerleaders to encourage you to keep going. If you can’t run anymore, don’t stop. Run slowly. As long as you keep going, it’s gonna be alright. When you stop, to take a breather, that is when the temptation starts coming in. You take one stop, two stops and another until you stop running. You give up. So, don’t ever stop running. Your Father is always with you. Though you cannot feel his presence, nor see or hear him. He is always with you and will never leave you alone.

Everyone is a fighter. The night is not endless and every single day, no matter how long the night might seem. The dawn will break through. And those rays of sunlight that shines through your window signifies the new rays of hope that are brought anew every single morning. To all of you fighting out there, no matter what it is. Be it sickness, pressure, studies, family crisis, financial problems, depression, anger and whatever tribulation and suffering that you going through, always remember. We are all fighting, our battle. So don’t stop.


The day I died 

I couldn’t remember what happened. The events that occurred was blurry as if a cloud of mist has covered the truth, not wanting me to ever find out what it means. We were in the shopping mall, strolling around the line of shops. Not wanting to buy anything, just to look around to while away our evening. Something brought me away from my family. I was a few levels down. Looking up, I saw my mother started scolding both my younger siblings. I never knew why she did that. People were stopped in their tracks and making a crowd, wandering what has happened as my mother continued shouting and screaming at the top of her lungs. I called her to stop. At first, she did not hear me but after a few attempts, she did and faced me. Her face were red with anger and fury and she rebuked me saying I did not know a thing. We exchanged a few sentences but all it did was make her even more mad at me, instead. She ran down and started chasing me. My innate response was to run the other way, away from her. My body can sense the danger and caution me to take more precautions. But she ran really fast and at last we were in s clothing store, running in circles, chasing one another. It was then I saw the rage that possessed her. Nothing can stop her. It is written all over her face. She started blaming everyone in our family. Even my father isn’t spared. Next it was me. The words pierced into my heart and as she kept spouting, it drained the energy out of me. Nothing really matters now.  I feel as if what she is telling me is that I’m a dissapointment. A disgrace to the family and never wanted. “Don’t blame other people!” was what I shouted and what brought me awake. My roommate has always complain of me sleep talking, and I didn’t believe her until that day when I wake up, shouting that sentence. There wasn’t an ending to that dream but I know it. Every single cell in my body can sense it. I woke up crying that day. Because I knew what happened after that incident. I killed myself.