November 24, 2005
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Even though I lived with tenants more than half my life and that I am now a tenant, I never thought it a good idea to rent out room/s in your abode. I think it is fair to say that most people, if not all are picky when it comes to company. However, if you wish to be a landlord, I feel that you do not have much of a choice of tenants. Hence, each time new tenant/s move in, landlords will be nervously wondering if the new occupants will bring any trouble along with them. Have I even mentioned that landlords?privacy will be severely compromised yet?
A Singaporean young couple in their mid-twenties moved in after my landlady decided to relinquish the master bedroom. Honestly, why did she choose to sacrifice that room for just a paltry few hundred a month? Why does she not seek employment instead? Anyway, they left after a month or two, I cannot remember which since I seem to be losing track of time. The punk timed the departure well, as he was apparently in debt. Anyway, I thought it only a matter of time before he scooted off.
They had to choose a masterbedroom, which costs more than other bedrooms. Perhaps they needed a king-sized bed for their fornicating (and the female loud and slutty moaning would put many porn stars to shame). If he was working (his girlfriend certainly did not seem to be), nothing about him gave him away as a PMEB and jobs not of that nature do not pay well. In addition, he was a smoker. All added up, that is an awful lot to upkeep each month. He also had a bad habit, gambling. I would occasionally hear him speaking on the phone about the next match when I return late on weekends, presumably to his bookie. The law of averages will always favour the bookmakers and gamblers never save when they win.
The bookies/loan sharks were quite predictable. To begin with, the main door and gate keyholes were jammed. They followed that up by trying to lock us in by chaining the metal gate. The all too famous (hopefully)last move was the an Ah Kow, #99-99, O $ P $?and red paint splashed on the walls of the stairway. I had to suppress a giggle when I saw that.
Policemen were called in, by the gentleman whose unit was the nearest to the staircase. They garnered whatever information they needed and gave my landlady some advice. I disagreed with her reluctance (euphemism for laziness) to call up the CID, especially when she was worried about her children safety.
Moral of the story, never rent your room/s out and do not gamble, since most gamblers do not understand the meaning of gambling in moderation.
Comments (1)
my dad is a landlord too, and i’ve heard his fair share of trials and tribulations of the difficult tenant. oh well, every line has its own risks that people have to take, doesn’t it? thankfully i’ve not heard of him recount tales of any tenants half as difficult as the one in your entry, so far so good. =)