The donation drive was slow, and my friend from the US was unable to send funds to me on time. I exhausted my options, so I had indulged myself in some unhealthy activity. That is, to sell my stuff. It is truly an uneasy feeling dumping things at so low prices people would think I am crazy. Unfortunately the old saying goes, beggars cannot be choosers. And when something is bought for around RM 698 and you have to sell it at only RM 90 for the sake of food, petrol, and to write here at this blogspot, the heart really cracks. But then you know that you have to do it for the sake of living a few more days.