Sister, Happy New Year. I hope you gain the strength to stand up all over again.

Happy New Year 2016.

Unfortunately, this new year of 2016 is not a good beginning for my sister. Once again my sister had another manic attack from her bipolar disorder. I can imagine how disappoint she feels towards herself because she took so much effort and time to recover from her previous depressive attack one year ago. When she recovers fully, she stand on her feet again, and start to find her life all over again. She lost her jobs. Her close friends left her. Some of the relatives gives her discriminate looks during gathering. And her inconsiderate younger sister left her with her family members. And she even has difficult time to find her other half. But, i am proud of her because she did not give up despite how much troubles and despairs she felt along the way with her illness, she falls and she climbs up all over again.

However, things turn the wrong way when she overestimated herself and not only her fault but also us, because we takes things for granted. We thought she understands her illness well after so many episodes of falls, and she will takes responsible to take care of herself. But, little did we know, she stopped taking her medications and also her appointments with psychiatrist.

Lately, my sister told me good news that she found a wonderful guy that accepts as who is she, i guess their relationship just begins. And few months ago, she found a good job too. It seemed her boss treats her well too.

Now, my sister is in hospital, recuperating from her manic attack. Although, in surface, she is another person but deep down i know she is sad because she cannot control herself anymore.

Dear sister, let's not give up together. Let's us gather our strength to stand up all over again. Xiao...

Hello King kong!!

Dear King Kong,

Is already 4 years since you are not around. Is also 2 years plus since i left home. You remembered this picture? You are not well and you hardly can stand and smile because you were not well, but i still force you to take picture with me. This is definitely one of my most precious picture of you even though is blurry and you look ugly in it...

I miss you, boy....

And i miss your little sister too....

Is almost a year since i see her...

But don't worry, i am coming home soon.

Boy, do you know there are so many things happen this 2 years in Saudi? Not only i recovered from depression, but i also see, learn and gain many things. I just went to Europe trip for almost 6 weeks, on my own. I joined a volleyball group and recently we won the championship. I still remember how you hate ball so much. Every time i drill the ball on the floor, you will sure run and hide. You are really one silly boy. And i also learnt how to distance myself from negative people too.

I am beginning to miss home. And also i do not enjoy working in this hospital anymore. That is why i am leaving once i finish this contract or i will probably resign early if i got a place in Chinese University of HK.

You must have thinking i am creating more troubles for myself, right? I know how much i hate studying, but you always know i need a master to get a better job in future, right? Although i love the money from Saudi Arabia but i really don't like the work ethic and also the kinds of patients i received here. I feel i cannot apply my skills completely in Saudi Arabia, not only i have language barrier but also the people here are not as open minded and also hard working as the patients i had in Malaysia.

So, do you think i am good girl? I went into depression when you left, suffered humiliation from my so called 'good friends', went into deeper depression because of that, came to Saudi Arabia to earn money, left papa, mama, jie jie, Joe and Kiki, left many good friends at home, met many different people, learnt new language and culture, met a bunch of good friends here, joined a volleyball team, won a volleyball championship and even went to Europe for 6 weeks on my own...and now i am completely recovered from depression.. And now i am looking forward to come home...

Don't forget to come to my dream and visit me today. Let's meet again and tell each other stories.

Ok?

Missing you, brother!!!

Love you!!!

Xiao....

We won!!!!!!!!!

One of the reasons that makes me feel at home in Saudi Arabia or keeps my time occupy in Saudi Arabia since i have no opportunity to go out as often as i was back in Malaysia is definitely this volleyball team. 

This is SCU aka Special Care Unit Volleyball team. Our team consists of 14 girls from different profession. We have Mely, Jerlie, Malou, Nikki and Janelle from ER,  Lorrie, Rhisa, Czarina, Chik and Pria from ICU, Cora from Endoscopy, Joy from Radiography, Indira from American school and me from Physical Therapy.

Picture courtesy of our beloved cheerleaders!!!

The number of girls we have from this team can even form 2 volleyball teams, but for some reasons, the girls decided to stay together in one big family. Although majority of the girls are from Philippines, and only me from Malaysia and Indira from US, but somehow we can click with each other and understand each other. These mutual understanding stems from a common reason is all of us love to play volleyball and the sportsmanship in each of us. In fact, all of us have different level of skills. Some of us are beginners, some of us are varsity level, some of us just join for the sake of exercises, some of us just want to play and some of us want to win over this championship!!!!

Picture courtesy of our beloved cheerleaders!!!

For the past two months, we had a volleyball championship in our hospital. There were 8 teams competing for the title. During the championship, many things happened, along the way our team stand together, pray to God even though we have different faith and religion together and play together. Each of us have different role because of the greediness we have to win this championship, we have main 6 members who play actively in the team, 2 team members who substitute actively, and 6 others who support the team outside the court. And of course not to forget, the wonderful cheerleaders from different departments cheers together for us to win. And throughout this championship we also met different opponents, some opponents are new to the game, some opponents are known as the best among us and some opponents have ex-varsity players in their team. And each opponent teaches us different things at different levels. We learnt to respect them, we discover new things in ourselves, we found common aims among us and most important, we learnt to be strong and not to give up and play like a team an winner too.

Therefore, in here i am proudly announce on 25th November 2015, my team, the SCU won the championship and we are the officially the best team in year 2015 in Al Hada Volleyball Championship!!!!

Picture courtesy of our beloved cheerleaders!!

August 22, 2015 10.00am

Day 2

Is amazing to begin my six-week Europe Solo trip with a lost luggage on the first day of the trip. My luggage never follows to Berlin Tegel Airport. I was wondering whether the poor little luggage stuck somewhere in Jeddah or Istanbul or maybe the luggage is happy to travel around the world without me.

Yesterday, i was indeed too tired to think what should i do today because it took me three hours to settle the property irregularity report in the lost luggage section because half of the passengers in my plane also experienced the same incident as mine. In fact, another half of the passengers from other plane will also experience their lost luggage because there was more than 20 pieces of luggages were not collected from the conveyer belt yesterday. But property irregularity report for lost or delayed luggage is so important to do immediately once you discover your luggage did not arrive with you because you need to make an official report so that Berlin Tegel Airport will locate my luggage and send to whenever am i. In fact, it is important to update them your latest address too and of course, your phone needs to be online all the time. 

However, i am superb lucky despite this unfortunate incident, i met new friend, K, is an mutual friend i know from my patient in Saudi Arabia, waited for me in my hostel despite i left a message for him in my hostel that i will be late and i will contact him once i settle my stuffs. However, K chose to wait till i arrived Wombats and even brought me out for dinner. And my first meal in Berlin was a pork Shnizelt and  pork meatball......

Pork Meatball and Pork Schnitzel

Once we are done with dinner, K brought me around Berlin for a night view walk till 10pm. I meant it was a good walk because walking with a local, listened to his story and his experience with Berlin Wall. I definitely do not feel like a tourist at all. However, I was so tired because I did not sleep for more than 24 hours since I left Taif. Thus, I went straight to my bed in the dorm, with one and only clean clothings. 

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment" - Buddha

Take a leap and hope the net is strong enough to support me....

August 21, 2015 4.13am

Day 1

Finally arrived King Abdul Aziz international airport after 3 hours ride from Taif. Thanks to A, i managed to catch my car ride on time as I felt asleep after feel so stressed over my P day and also uneasiness with my packing and important documents. I kept checking the bags over and over again, it feels something is not right. And keep replying emails and messages left by renters and tours, of course with lousy internet speed, things just got more frustrated, and not to mention, easily irritated on days like this. 

However, I know this trip is a good trip because I begin my trip with a detour to Holy city, a place I thought I will never able to go due to certain reason. The city is another city, it is so much more organize than I thought. Road signboards are well-written, I guess is to accommodate foreigners that drive around this city to perform their pilgrimage. For some reason, my driver thinks I am Muslim and he thinks is fine to use this route to Jeddah, with me as passenger. I knew right away when most of the signboards keep leading to the Holy mosque.

I am waiting for my flight counter to open so that I can check in. And now to think back, I left home for many reasons, and this trip is one of the reasons. I want to see how much do I know about myself by being solo in a trip to foreign countries, and also doing activities I thought I never want to do, such as tandem paragliding, bike tour, food tours and also meeting strangers, not to forget, sleep in strangers' home.

Another reason I think I have good trip is because out of nowhere, my patient's physiotherapist from Berlin, offers to meet up on my first day, and he makes my life easy by meeting me in my hostel. At least, I have a native that's going to bring me around or at least, meet someone new on the first day. 

Take a leap and the net will appear. I just hope I am not too heavy for the net... 

Pray tell, why the great hatred?

There is an article written in The Star Malaysia called 'Pray tell, why the great hatred?' By Dorairaj Nadason on 9 January 2015 that intrigued me because it was definitely closely related to my psychological barrier today. This post definitely not meant to pin-point to others or create another conflict with these people that involves in my life. For one thing i am sure, i love all these people as my family members and friends. This post is meant to create another point of view from my shoes, which i hope it will create a moment of understanding between me and them and also my answer to 'why i stray away from them'.

Dad is praying at Kusu Island, Singapore

I completely understand how the writer's felt when he experienced the scene where the missionary-minded ones stepped things up and accused them for worshipping devil. When I was ten years old, I experienced the same situation, when one day my aunt brought her friends to my house and her friends finger-pointed my family's prayer altar and commented 'the whole house looks wonderful except this area is dirty and yellowish'. Well, after many years of incense burning, obviously the wall has turned yellowish. Prior to this experience, there was once time, I was told by my older cousin brother, who I looked up to, that I was praying to stone whenever we performed our prayers. And I always remember he said 'all this cups, plates and papers are useless', he referred to the tea and fruits we served in the prayer altar and the paper we burned. My teenage era was completely shattered, I was out casted by my own sibling and cousins because of different faith especially during family gatherings. And few months ago, a close family member of mine wished for our whole family sees Jesus as savior as her lifetime wish list. How I wish she wishes for everyone in the family is happy and peace despite different faiths in religion.

 For some people these tiny matters are just trivial and easily brush off. But for me, these matters are not tiny weeny trivial that can easily brush off. If I'd trivial for me, I would not remember these words spoken by them for more than 20 years. These tiny weeny matters have a psychological impact on me that caused me having anxiety attack. Whenever I went to my aunt's Christmas party, I had internal conflict. In front of them, I was smiling and wishing them Merry Christmas. I ate their delicious meals prepared by them. Whenever they said prayer, I kept my head down and closed my eyes to join them. But, little do they know, every time I attended their Christmas celebrations, my heart beats like F1 car race and I breath faster than usual. During the first few years, I even threw up in the toilet quietly after the meal. During prayer, I was so scared and in fear that they will condemn me because I am not the same as them, they will probably scold me that I should not join their prayers and I have no right. I always prepare my mind that they will throw me out of the house because I am different. Little did they know, during that short 30 seconds of prayer, there are millions of things come to my mind at the same time, that I hardly can stop it.

Happy Birthday, my friend.

"Take what you need, take what you can, and forgive the rest."

For my whole life, although i am close with my mom, dad and bro, but i am more attach to friends. According to my psychologist, she said it must due to the childhood trauma i experienced when i was young, when i was looking up to my elder sister, elder cousin brother and elder cousin sister but i was outcast from their clique due to different religion faith. Therefore, i wandered away and looked for friends as my support rather than family members. And somehow some of the friends that i am close with are much older than i am. 

Little did i know, i was resilient. I survived this difficult stage, turned a bit rebellious and different from them and lived on my own. Thus i thought i turned quite well. Independent, capable and happy-go lucky. Little did i know that there is this 'little one' in me that i buried long long long time ago, is scare, fragile and insecure. And for all my life, i a never aware of this 'little one' inside me. 

But for one thing i know, i have this friend, that has been with me since high school through college and work till my depression. 

Who knows this newly transferred girl back when i was form four, will be the same girl that walks through thick and thin with me in my adulthood. 

Thanks to her, i believe there is friendship that can lasts forever. 

Thanks to her i survive my adolescent well and fulfilling. 

Thanks to her, i also learn to shift our friendship to a new perspective after my depression. 

Somehow after depression hits me, i am no longer the same girl i was. I learnt to discover the 'little one' in me and become more reserve. I left home to a foreign place. I left the familiar place, familiar faces and familiar feeling to a complete different foreign place. In fact, i communicate lesser with many people in my life, but communicate more with myself and little one. 

Somehow i feel the need to take this step, staying away from everybody that i am familiar with and discovering the new self in me. But at the same time, i found it hard to move on for months even till now. I thought about my old friendships with a great sense of loss, i spent a lot of time googling about friendship and talking to my psychologist about it. I could not just forget about all we shared for the decades before, could i? My mind and hear was clouded with anxiety in me because my mind tells me to move on but my heart tells me i cannot just leave everything behind. 

There are many friends i left behind during my one year of self-escape that i feel confident that i can return to them when i come back. I believe these people are or will waiting for me. But somehow, for this particular friend, i feel like i will be losing her forever because i take the step for leaving everything behind including her and our friendship and that makes me feel uncomfortable. 

I waited it out for awhile. "Maybe it's just me," i thought. I needed to try harder, call more often, and be more available.

But i cannot do anything now because i am tired to feel the obligation to hold on to this friendship. I am tired to be the one who constantly make sure this friendship runs. I am tired to be the one who initiate all the conversations and activities for gathering. I am tired to feel that as though i am the only one who want to keep this friendship. Another reason i feel insecure for this friendship is the depth of friendship between us. Practically, we survived college, break-ups, family problems and happiness together. Our bond was unbreakable. And i also believe she is feeling the same as i do about our friendship now. And she is probably feeling insecure about it and feels as though our friendship is about to break anytime. But the person i know in her, she believes the lesser she does, the harm will be lesser too. Little she did not know, the lesser she does, the further apart we will be.

Today is her birthday.

If by chance she reads this message. I hope she reads this note i left for her.

' Dear friend,

For some reason, i never believe in best friend, but somehow after this incident and experience the degree of losing a friend, somehow i realize i do have a best friend in you.

I am sorry i left you behind even though i always know you need someone with you even though you never talk about it or act about it.

I am sorry to stop initiating all the connecting or communicating jobs as i always does.

I am sorry i never reply your whatsapp or email ASAP as i always do.

I know you also does the best as how you feel to make sure our friendship keeps going on. Somehow i think i am being greedy and expect more than just few words in the messages or i do not want to be the one that initiate the conversation.

I hope both of us can bring our friendship to a new perspective. Let's take what each of us can offer and forgive the rest. Let's give each other what we can.  And keep our memories close to each other. 

Happy Birthday to you, my friend. 

Thanks for being there. And thank you if you are still waiting. 

Xiao xiao (^o^)'

Nepal Medical Mission 2014 Day 1 Part 2 - Take a leap and the net will appear

31 October 2014, Tribhuvan Airport, Kathmandu 

None of us know this place well as we know our home. None of us know the monks that fetched and helped us with the luggages. Some of us know that we are here to do good deeds. But some of us doubt what we can contribute to this place. How many hearts can we touch by just be here for 10 days? How many things can we contribute from us? Will we make a difference in this people life? But somehow all of us know we just need to take a leap and we believe the net will appear. Maybe this 10 days we will create miracle in ourselves instead of other people. 

The wonder of Himalaya

1.59pm

The pilot announced that we will touch down soon but before that, we shall enjoy the view of the Himalayas which was just on my right. Although I did not get the window seat, but the gentleman next to me kindly opened the window shield and allowed this over-enthusiastic lady to take another awkward picture of the Himalayas. 

3.05pm
We arrived Kathmandu safely and we got the first taste of Nepalese welcome gesture. Waiting line for visa payment and then another waiting line for visa processing and another waiting line for security check. 

There are too many people come to Nepal to see the wonders of Himalaya

After we are done with the visa application, we followed the crowd and walked to our baggages collection area. The area is small and there were many baggages and boxes lie around the conveyor belt with no owner claims. And several local people approached us to offer to help to send the luggages out of the airport at minimal fee. 

Once we are done with the luggages and everyone gathered outside the airport. Some team members feels the need to reconnect with the world, immediately they bought local SIM cards. While some of us were waiting for our transport, awkwardly we introduced ourselves to each other, finally the ice is breaking slowly. One monk came and approached us and asked are we Sister Kathy's friends, we said yes. There is a huge van parked right next to us. Some of us thought we will go into the van, actually, we are not. 

Helpful monks that help us to carry heavy luggages.

While all of our luggages squeeze into this van, all of us will squeeze into this school bus. 

The yellow school bus that brings many memories of our childhoods.

Each of us has a taste of reviving old memories in the school bus and at the same time, we have our first taste on Kathmandu's driver skills in Kathmandu traffic. Once we hit the road, immediately I know the quality of your or motorcycle or car honk is a must to check when you buy a new car in Kathmandu. Practically, everybody is honking each other, whether to greet, to warn or to scold. The journey is accompanied with orchestra of honks along the way, while we 'wow' with how close these cars, buses, lorries and motorcycles ride closely with each other. We practically can greet 'Tashi delek'  and even shake hands with our neighbors at the traffic light stop. Along the way, the group starts to warm up with each other. Brother Bryan and brother James start making jokes about them still going school at this age because they keep flunking in the exam. 

Susan D is definitely a magnet. She can grasps people heart and attention with just simple gestures. Amazing...

We arrive in Kopan Monastery. We are amazed with the scenery, the architecture of the temples, the freshness of cold crispy air and the warmth welcome by the monks who at the same time helped us with our heavy  luggages again. We gathered with our roommates in our room. Out of nowhere four of us brought out the food supplies we brought for the trip. All of us are amazed with the amount of food we thought we need during this trip. I not sure whether we are underestimating or overestimating our tummy capability. Is also amazing to know that 12 hours ago, we were strangers from different backgrounds and different continents, that meet together for the same cause, can create common understandings with each other at this point. 

Once we settle with our rooms and luggages, we tour around the temples. The amazing stupas architecture and view from Kopan Monastery because it situated on the hill, really give me a sense of serenity and calm. 

6.30pm

Dinner time is early. And is the time to have the first taste of Kopan Monastery's food. I read a lot about it and now the curiosity is lurking in. 

Picture courtesy of Roddy Teoh - our Dinner of the first day - Vegetables soup with Nepalese bread and salads. 

8.30pm

Once we done with dinner and cleaning up ourselves. Finally we met up with everybody, have our ice breaking session, have our roles explained in this mission and also what we will expect throughout this mission. 

I cannot believe I am bashed up for tonight. Thanks to the flight, traveling, time difference from Saudi Arabia to Malaysia and now to Nepal.

But I am grateful because we arrived safely, meeting the monks, stay in this beautiful monastery and also able to create a wonderful memories with this people in this mission. 

And now I called it a night for my first leg of my trip.