29th December 2005
The team and I were rushing for FRS for our client; we have come to the deadline of submitting out FRS. The content of FRS still falling apart, programmers were called in to help on designing the screen where PM came in to the room on and off to check for status. It was very annoying when the Alarm clock rang every half and hour.
“Send him home!!!!” shouted within me.
Closed to 4pm, my mobile phone rang; it was my grandma. She sounded very worry.
“People from MPSJ came this afternoon, there have ordered us to move by tomorrow cause there want to the house. They gave your dad a letter and said there are coming tomorrow to knock down the house and this is the ordered issue by the State Minister” said grandma.
What the fuck the bloody MPSJ trying to do to us?
“Where is dad?” I asked
“Dad has out to look for help, I think he is going to breakdown soon!” replied grandma anxiously.
“Where are David and Joe?” I asked again.
“David is outstation some where in Kemaman, I think Joe is with your dad” replied grandma.
“Ok, I will be back after I have finished my work here” I said.
How is mum gonna take it if she know our house gonna demolished by the city council where she is still taking her holiday in Bangkok. Well… dun worries May, our house gonna be alright. The government is not that cruel, not less than 24 hours notice. There is want scared us, nothing bad will happen. Let’s continue on FRS.
An hour later, I had a conversation with the Alarm Clock. I told him the incident and I might need to leave the office right after I have completed my part. I know this is not right to leave the team behind, however I am worried on my dad now. Surprised I, the Alarm Clock returned an unfavorable sight. I hate it, but I can’t do anything coz he is my superior. However, I won’t give a damn on his stupid sight. I will still leave the office when I have completed my work. I have informed the team lead and she felt terrible sorry to my family.
Closed to 6pm, when I was having a discussion with the team. My mum called from Bangkok. She told me that she knew it and she has spoke to Wong Fook Onn, a MCA politician that look after the wealth fare of resident in Puchong. According to my mum, he is forcing us to move without any option. He wanted my dad to sign a letter cited that we are willing to move the house and accepted the compensation of RM7K with a low cost apartment. (Harlo! We still need to pay RM35,000 after minus of the RM7K, this is calling Compensation!! The bloody government has been so freaking kind to their citizen). Apart from that, my dad needs to declare that he is welling to let the government to take back this property. By doing so, he will extend one more week for us to move, otherwise he need to move now. Mum said, “He is pointing a gun on our head, we don’t have option.”
I couldn’t hold my tear dropping. My mum knew that I was crying over the conversation. She wanted me to stay strong; none of us can fall down at moment. She wants me to go home and take care of dad. She will sort thing out from Bangkok, she will meet up with RNG later at the temple and she will pray for us and for house. Praying to the god that she trusted is her only hope. I never want to comment anything even though I know it is reality but I still wish it would not happen.
I didn’t know how could I do this, where I can still sat on the table to finish off my work without thinking of house just focus. I knew I looked very awful but I had insisted to complete my task even the team has asked me to go home. They are nice team members.
I reached home at 8:30pm, all family members were sitting around. Dad looked terrible than what I has expected. Nobody know what to do, we know deeply inside our heart, we are going to lose the house.
David and I went for a drink later that night. Both of us were lost, all of sudden David came out with an unbelievable idea; I knew this is stupid but I didn’t have any better idea than this.
3:30am
I woke up, sitting at the living hall by myself. This is my last night spending at this beautiful house. Then I realized the most precious thing in my life is the house at Lot 4614. You only know it is precious to u when you have just lost it. It is very painful to lose something that you have spent your whole life with. To me, Lot 4614 is a very beautiful house, it is make of half wood and half bricks, contained of 4 bed rooms, a study/maid room, 2 toilets and a huge kitchen that my mum spent most of the time cooking. When i was little kid, i felt ashamed of living at a squatter area like this, coz most of my schoolmates live at a link house with proper toilet, nice and beautiful rooms. When I am growing older, I started love the place that I stayed. Coz I have the biggest garden and biggest room. I luv to sit outside when it was raining, it is so relax and peaceful.
The team and I were rushing for FRS for our client; we have come to the deadline of submitting out FRS. The content of FRS still falling apart, programmers were called in to help on designing the screen where PM came in to the room on and off to check for status. It was very annoying when the Alarm clock rang every half and hour.
“Send him home!!!!” shouted within me.
Closed to 4pm, my mobile phone rang; it was my grandma. She sounded very worry.
“People from MPSJ came this afternoon, there have ordered us to move by tomorrow cause there want to the house. They gave your dad a letter and said there are coming tomorrow to knock down the house and this is the ordered issue by the State Minister” said grandma.
What the fuck the bloody MPSJ trying to do to us?
“Where is dad?” I asked
“Dad has out to look for help, I think he is going to breakdown soon!” replied grandma anxiously.
“Where are David and Joe?” I asked again.
“David is outstation some where in Kemaman, I think Joe is with your dad” replied grandma.
“Ok, I will be back after I have finished my work here” I said.
How is mum gonna take it if she know our house gonna demolished by the city council where she is still taking her holiday in Bangkok. Well… dun worries May, our house gonna be alright. The government is not that cruel, not less than 24 hours notice. There is want scared us, nothing bad will happen. Let’s continue on FRS.
An hour later, I had a conversation with the Alarm Clock. I told him the incident and I might need to leave the office right after I have completed my part. I know this is not right to leave the team behind, however I am worried on my dad now. Surprised I, the Alarm Clock returned an unfavorable sight. I hate it, but I can’t do anything coz he is my superior. However, I won’t give a damn on his stupid sight. I will still leave the office when I have completed my work. I have informed the team lead and she felt terrible sorry to my family.
Closed to 6pm, when I was having a discussion with the team. My mum called from Bangkok. She told me that she knew it and she has spoke to Wong Fook Onn, a MCA politician that look after the wealth fare of resident in Puchong. According to my mum, he is forcing us to move without any option. He wanted my dad to sign a letter cited that we are willing to move the house and accepted the compensation of RM7K with a low cost apartment. (Harlo! We still need to pay RM35,000 after minus of the RM7K, this is calling Compensation!! The bloody government has been so freaking kind to their citizen). Apart from that, my dad needs to declare that he is welling to let the government to take back this property. By doing so, he will extend one more week for us to move, otherwise he need to move now. Mum said, “He is pointing a gun on our head, we don’t have option.”
I couldn’t hold my tear dropping. My mum knew that I was crying over the conversation. She wanted me to stay strong; none of us can fall down at moment. She wants me to go home and take care of dad. She will sort thing out from Bangkok, she will meet up with RNG later at the temple and she will pray for us and for house. Praying to the god that she trusted is her only hope. I never want to comment anything even though I know it is reality but I still wish it would not happen.
I didn’t know how could I do this, where I can still sat on the table to finish off my work without thinking of house just focus. I knew I looked very awful but I had insisted to complete my task even the team has asked me to go home. They are nice team members.
I reached home at 8:30pm, all family members were sitting around. Dad looked terrible than what I has expected. Nobody know what to do, we know deeply inside our heart, we are going to lose the house.
David and I went for a drink later that night. Both of us were lost, all of sudden David came out with an unbelievable idea; I knew this is stupid but I didn’t have any better idea than this.
3:30am
I woke up, sitting at the living hall by myself. This is my last night spending at this beautiful house. Then I realized the most precious thing in my life is the house at Lot 4614. You only know it is precious to u when you have just lost it. It is very painful to lose something that you have spent your whole life with. To me, Lot 4614 is a very beautiful house, it is make of half wood and half bricks, contained of 4 bed rooms, a study/maid room, 2 toilets and a huge kitchen that my mum spent most of the time cooking. When i was little kid, i felt ashamed of living at a squatter area like this, coz most of my schoolmates live at a link house with proper toilet, nice and beautiful rooms. When I am growing older, I started love the place that I stayed. Coz I have the biggest garden and biggest room. I luv to sit outside when it was raining, it is so relax and peaceful.
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