I went to the city council today and asked about the status of our 'new' house that we are supposed to get by this week. I was gonna ride my bike but i still couldn't get used of the barbaric car drivers here (i got horned for riding within the speed limit. Goddamn Malaysians). My girlfriend said, "Good. I don't have to worry about you." when i told her that i would be taking the train.

Anyways, the city council told me that we wont be getting it because the burnt house wasn't on the government land. I was like..why do i have to endure all the trouble of going and calling up the city council then? Bollocks, I'd say. So, i got back home and told mom the news. She shed into tears....

We're thinking of hiring some guys to just repair the roof but unfortunately it's not that simple. We don't have much of money left and at the moment living off charity money from neighbours. The temporary house that we're staying at right now is too expensive (the rent). RM500 for a 1 room house? My dad's salary is merely RM700! We're even thinking of canceling the Genting trip since every one's not in the mood.

We have some family problems that my dad have to attend to in order for us to have the green light of fixing the roof. It's...complicated. Let's just say, that single land has got 4 names. And 2 of them sucks and all they think is to sell the land. So..where the heck do we stay if they sell it, right? On the streets. That's where.

So...i don't know what to think right now. Hearing my mom's cries and sighs makes me wanna kill myself sometimes..