Well it seems like everything has been finalised. Many of you have heard some of the story in bits and pieces but here’s the whole thing in digestible web 2.0 form
I used to live in a resale flat in Marine Crescent for about a good 10 years, but moved to a rental flat in mountbatten at the end of december 2007 after we failed to upkeep the mortgage. The sale of that flat brought us quite a huge hoard of money but since then we have been paying rent of $1500 a month (expensive i know; but it was, and still is, the height of the housing boom). It was supposed to be a stopgap measure not intended to last more than 2 years because under some 2-strikes-your-out law, my father can’t buy a studio apartment from the HDB (which would be cheaper) until some years have passed. And the rent from this house is sky high.
My parents own a drink stall in Joo Chiat, which they are convinced holds resale value for reasons which i’m still not sure of and i will probably never understand. The thing is, this shop does not earn money for my parents because the cost of maintenance is very high. My sisters and I earn our own keep and we turn to our parents rarely for money, so they only have to cover the basic necessities at home like power, utilities, food but they are still making a loss and using their savings to cover the gap (sorta like what the indian fellow from satyam did).
Anyway i was told recently that my parents, that the money from the sale of the Marine Crescent flat, has run out and we have to move to another place. They told me that the deadline was 31st dec. Around that time, we started packing, but we had no idea where to go. My sister helped to search ads online for a suitable place, but my parents wouldn’t consider places that were too far flung despite them being considerably cheaper and being the only options we had to stay together as a family. Anyway 31st dec came and went and they managed to obtain an extension from the landlord.
I have no idea what my parents were thinking, but they went back to life as if nothing had happened when they should have spend the time looking for a good solution. Well a meeting with the landlord changed all that, its final. We have to move out by the 15 Jan.
All hell broke loose. My mother always uses this term, and i’m not sure it translates well in this generation but i believe its called “Kalam Kabok” or “Hit the panic button”. Similar analogies are :” Want to shit then find toilet paper”. Anyway the makeshift solution is, my two sisters and my mum will stay in a utility room of a friend she just made, and me and my dad will stay with my aunt in toa payoh. Over the next few days i’ll bring to you exclusive access behind the scenes of “Dude where’s my house.”
My thoughts? I love my parents, they are very hard working, but they aren’t very smart. They have assets, but they squirrel them away. They constantly think that change is a very bad thing. Maybe its because my parents were budding amateur entrepeuneurs, but now at the tail end of their lives, they seem scared of losing some things that they have worked hard for, even when that thing is somewhat valueless now. That’s why they keep landing in situations like this. My aunt and I made my Mum sign a memorandium of understanding that she will give up the shop by June this year, only time will tell whether that comes to pass.
In addition to that , I do feel guilty. I’m at a age where for most people, they can effect change in their lives. Pull their families out of poverty. Succeed against the constraints of the environment they grew up in. Yet i haven’t done much. I have only given up on my parents. Left them to their own devices. Carried on with my life too despite knowing that beneath the calm waters a tsunami was brewing. My parents were always too self sacrificing, too determined to show to their children that they could take care of them, too unwilling to let us worry, and i didn’t do my part by falling for it.
I can only hope that whatever happens after the 15th, we still stay together as a family somehow.