Secret War Journal[March 2013]
A lot has happened. I cannot deny that.
Before I begin my account of how I reached my destination in the east, perhaps a little retelling of the events prior to this would be beneficial. (Partly also because I am aware that this post is being published before my wrapping up of my end of army days.)
A little-known fact that my father probably wants to hide
And he probably would not like the idea that I leak it out. However, everybody eventually will know. Yes, he probably wants to be the one telling it so I can understand. But I have to say it. (Apart from a nagging feeling that I should, from a suspicion,) I need to say or this entire post would be difficult to explain. That means the reader (yes, even the future me.) would have trouble understanding the motivation behind this whole saga.
So what is all this fuss about? Well, to be blunt. My family is in financial trouble. In my opinion, it begun with the whole borrowing of money to play in stocks. At first, it was all good. Some time this year (to my knowledge, at least, it happened. Bear in mind that I spent more time in an army camp than at home.), the market went downhill, along with the shares that my family bought. That meant that we instantaneously lost a large amount of money. Given the conditions of the loans, such a loss was a very big problem. Apparently, my family was reaching a point where we are having issues resuming our daily life activities. From the sound of it, it really seems serious. If I learnt anything from this crisis, it is to never borrow to invest in high risk activities.
Now that you understand the financial situation of my family. Put it to the back of your mind. Know the reason but remember that there is no need to spread it. Moving on, with the additional financial stress, it added to, or worsened, the saga of the room rental scare last year.
It was first and foremost, a Journey to the West
For those knew of the room rental saga, I think you would understand the need for me to vacate my room to put it up for rent. Yet, as many had asked me too, the idea of moving out to rent out your room seems counter-productive. Indeed, it is. (I would not trouble myself to defend something I do not quite understand myself). There are two schools of thought to justify this.
First, how this idea about renting out the room came about was literally moving out of the room, not out of the house. The concept then was to move my stuff and make the bomb shelter my new bedroom. (Still makes little sense, I know) Unsurprisingly, I was pissed at that notion. Thus, I made a scene last year. That saga resulted in my father, my sister and I living in our then-vacated condominium in an improvised manner for a period of time (3 days or more? I could not remember). What happened to that condominium later on is a story for another day.
Secondly, to be blunt, my stepmother just could not stand living with strangers. Well, she is family with my father and half-brother but that is it. Her inability in controlling her child did not help matters as she pushes the blame to my sister and I. Of course, no one will outright point out that this is the case but we should bear in mind that could had been the case. (In fact, such a scenario is not as far-fetched as you think. If you go around reading support groups for stepmothers, you would realise that most of them are really uncomfortable in living with children from previous marriage. They often felt that the children is an obstacle to their happiness in the current marriage and would prefer them to be away, out of sight.)
To reinforce the second idea, when the proposal to rent out my room resurfaced once more, it was suggested that I should move out. Naturally, my father was against it. After all, he wants us to live all under the same roof. However, with pressure from the financial problem and my stepmother (you have to give it to her, it is simply amazing how she can link every topic to renting the room out, wow), my father and I came to an consensus that moving out would be a better option for me. My father felt that the situation at home now is really not very conducive for studying and was afraid my studies would be adversely affected. Thus, I began my search for a room in the West, near my school.
Halls, Dorms, Flats
The very first option that came to mind was moving to the University Halls. Compared to other accommodation options, it is definitely one of the lowest. At around $220 per month, it is a rate that was hard to beat in Singapore. This explains why so many students choose to live in Halls, huh. (Okay, guess not) However, there was a problem. While the rates were definitely competitive, it is not readily available. As most prospective students would be aware, universities in Singapore only guarantees first-year undergraduates a room in Hall. To maintain the room from Year 2 onwards, you would have to accumulate sufficient points to be allocated one. Even so, it is not guaranteed that you would be allocated a room. In addition, the allocation window for my university is around June to July which is in 2 months' time. That would be too long as I asked my father to give me about one month to find accommodation. (Remember that we want to vacate the room as soon as possible to allow rental to commence as soon as possible)
With hall being out of question, at least until June, I set my sights on dorms. Unfortunately, that proved to be a problem as well. The rates for dorms were quite expensive. The cheapest I managed to find was slightly less than $300 and is shared by 4. The cost difference between a hall and dorm may seem little but when you take into account the duration which you would be studying, it is a huge amount. This amount proved to be unsustainable and I was forced to look for cheaper alternatives.
Many would find my next option being considered a queer one. Not many would consider a tenant to a rental flat to be a cheaper alternative than a dorm. After much research, I daresay you are correct. In my own defense, I was misled by my university's' website (it is not their fault, really) that the rental rates are competitively match against the rates of those of dorms. By this time, I would like to highlight that a close group of my friends knew of my predicament. One of them was Keller and he was interested in finding a rental flat in the West area. Keller really helped to get the ball rolling, finding rooms available for rent is exactly easy, especially when you are trying to avoid agent fees and sift out the good deals from the sea of advertisements on websites. We had a plan - if we secure a flat which could be co-habited by 5, the cost should be comparable to dorms. Of course, this plan is based on the rates estimated by the University's website (which is a rough guide so I shall reiterate, not their fault). Eventually, Meldon joined the fray. The notion of living in a rented flat was quickly disregarded after Meldon's uncle, who was an Estate agent, informed us that the average price of a reasonable size for 5 was not affordable.
Eastwards, the Wind blew
With all options seeming infeasible, God decided to help me a little. Remember me mentioning that a close group of friends knew of my situation earlier? Well, these group of people, namely Johnston, Marcus, Keller and Meldon, continued to extend their help to me even though I exhausted all the three options above. Johnston and Marcus explained my situation to their family and their family each offered me a place to reside in until I graduate.
I shall first tell you about the generosity of Marcus' family. I am not exactly sure about the details but one day, Marcus informed me that his grandfather lives in a flat. His family offered me to live with their grandfather if I was not able to find a viable place to live in. It was really heartening to hear it. I was really feeling teary when I heard Marcus telling me what his parents offered. Maybe some of you might feel otherwise but most people would not offer a hand to someone whom they never met before. In fact, they even invited me to live with their grandfather who is living alone, that is a lot of trust. Thus, I was really grateful for their offer.
Johnston also shared with his family about my situation. Similar to the reactions of Marcus's family, they too offered help. They were willing to free up a room to let me live with them until I graduate from university. His mother came to me while I was at Johnston's house and shared with me their plans if I were to move in. I was really heartened by their gesture. The very fact that they thought of a future with me included convinced me that I should accept their offer unless I found a better alternative.
To be frank, I never expect either of them to share this with their parents but I really appreciate their concern. In fact, I never expected the solution to my predicament to be as such. Thus, I am really thankful for their aid and concern.
Now the Dust Settles
A few weeks passed by and I had sinced moved into Johnston's house. At this moment, a select group of my friends and family members are aware of this situation. As I write on my laptop in my new room, I would like to thank everyone who supported me through this dark time. The decision to move was definitely not an easy one but it was necessary in more than one way. My old room had been rented out, according to my father so that is good news to my family. I hope my family will emerge from the crisis soon, my father has been working overtime to manage. For my side, I am using my savings to get by while working part time at the moment. I should be footing the bill of my tuition fees myself for university but I am not sure how to get the funds yet hahas. I am definitely working part time during the vacation, when able. However, I had not decided if I should work during my school term yet. I had heard that I would not have the time, given the rigours of my course.
I would like to apologise for taking so long to churn out this post. Packing, moving and unpacking took a great deal of time. Now the dust are starting to settle down so I should have more room to manage my time. :)
Hopefully this translates to me being able to write out posts at a faster rate. See you next time! :)
A lot has happened. I cannot deny that.
Before I begin my account of how I reached my destination in the east, perhaps a little retelling of the events prior to this would be beneficial. (Partly also because I am aware that this post is being published before my wrapping up of my end of army days.)
A little-known fact that my father probably wants to hide
And he probably would not like the idea that I leak it out. However, everybody eventually will know. Yes, he probably wants to be the one telling it so I can understand. But I have to say it. (Apart from a nagging feeling that I should, from a suspicion,) I need to say or this entire post would be difficult to explain. That means the reader (yes, even the future me.) would have trouble understanding the motivation behind this whole saga.
So what is all this fuss about? Well, to be blunt. My family is in financial trouble. In my opinion, it begun with the whole borrowing of money to play in stocks. At first, it was all good. Some time this year (to my knowledge, at least, it happened. Bear in mind that I spent more time in an army camp than at home.), the market went downhill, along with the shares that my family bought. That meant that we instantaneously lost a large amount of money. Given the conditions of the loans, such a loss was a very big problem. Apparently, my family was reaching a point where we are having issues resuming our daily life activities. From the sound of it, it really seems serious. If I learnt anything from this crisis, it is to never borrow to invest in high risk activities.
Now that you understand the financial situation of my family. Put it to the back of your mind. Know the reason but remember that there is no need to spread it. Moving on, with the additional financial stress, it added to, or worsened, the saga of the room rental scare last year.
It was first and foremost, a Journey to the West
For those knew of the room rental saga, I think you would understand the need for me to vacate my room to put it up for rent. Yet, as many had asked me too, the idea of moving out to rent out your room seems counter-productive. Indeed, it is. (I would not trouble myself to defend something I do not quite understand myself). There are two schools of thought to justify this.
First, how this idea about renting out the room came about was literally moving out of the room, not out of the house. The concept then was to move my stuff and make the bomb shelter my new bedroom. (Still makes little sense, I know) Unsurprisingly, I was pissed at that notion. Thus, I made a scene last year. That saga resulted in my father, my sister and I living in our then-vacated condominium in an improvised manner for a period of time (3 days or more? I could not remember). What happened to that condominium later on is a story for another day.
Secondly, to be blunt, my stepmother just could not stand living with strangers. Well, she is family with my father and half-brother but that is it. Her inability in controlling her child did not help matters as she pushes the blame to my sister and I. Of course, no one will outright point out that this is the case but we should bear in mind that could had been the case. (In fact, such a scenario is not as far-fetched as you think. If you go around reading support groups for stepmothers, you would realise that most of them are really uncomfortable in living with children from previous marriage. They often felt that the children is an obstacle to their happiness in the current marriage and would prefer them to be away, out of sight.)
To reinforce the second idea, when the proposal to rent out my room resurfaced once more, it was suggested that I should move out. Naturally, my father was against it. After all, he wants us to live all under the same roof. However, with pressure from the financial problem and my stepmother (you have to give it to her, it is simply amazing how she can link every topic to renting the room out, wow), my father and I came to an consensus that moving out would be a better option for me. My father felt that the situation at home now is really not very conducive for studying and was afraid my studies would be adversely affected. Thus, I began my search for a room in the West, near my school.
Halls, Dorms, Flats
The very first option that came to mind was moving to the University Halls. Compared to other accommodation options, it is definitely one of the lowest. At around $220 per month, it is a rate that was hard to beat in Singapore. This explains why so many students choose to live in Halls, huh. (Okay, guess not) However, there was a problem. While the rates were definitely competitive, it is not readily available. As most prospective students would be aware, universities in Singapore only guarantees first-year undergraduates a room in Hall. To maintain the room from Year 2 onwards, you would have to accumulate sufficient points to be allocated one. Even so, it is not guaranteed that you would be allocated a room. In addition, the allocation window for my university is around June to July which is in 2 months' time. That would be too long as I asked my father to give me about one month to find accommodation. (Remember that we want to vacate the room as soon as possible to allow rental to commence as soon as possible)
With hall being out of question, at least until June, I set my sights on dorms. Unfortunately, that proved to be a problem as well. The rates for dorms were quite expensive. The cheapest I managed to find was slightly less than $300 and is shared by 4. The cost difference between a hall and dorm may seem little but when you take into account the duration which you would be studying, it is a huge amount. This amount proved to be unsustainable and I was forced to look for cheaper alternatives.
Many would find my next option being considered a queer one. Not many would consider a tenant to a rental flat to be a cheaper alternative than a dorm. After much research, I daresay you are correct. In my own defense, I was misled by my university's' website (it is not their fault, really) that the rental rates are competitively match against the rates of those of dorms. By this time, I would like to highlight that a close group of my friends knew of my predicament. One of them was Keller and he was interested in finding a rental flat in the West area. Keller really helped to get the ball rolling, finding rooms available for rent is exactly easy, especially when you are trying to avoid agent fees and sift out the good deals from the sea of advertisements on websites. We had a plan - if we secure a flat which could be co-habited by 5, the cost should be comparable to dorms. Of course, this plan is based on the rates estimated by the University's website (which is a rough guide so I shall reiterate, not their fault). Eventually, Meldon joined the fray. The notion of living in a rented flat was quickly disregarded after Meldon's uncle, who was an Estate agent, informed us that the average price of a reasonable size for 5 was not affordable.
Eastwards, the Wind blew
With all options seeming infeasible, God decided to help me a little. Remember me mentioning that a close group of friends knew of my situation earlier? Well, these group of people, namely Johnston, Marcus, Keller and Meldon, continued to extend their help to me even though I exhausted all the three options above. Johnston and Marcus explained my situation to their family and their family each offered me a place to reside in until I graduate.
I shall first tell you about the generosity of Marcus' family. I am not exactly sure about the details but one day, Marcus informed me that his grandfather lives in a flat. His family offered me to live with their grandfather if I was not able to find a viable place to live in. It was really heartening to hear it. I was really feeling teary when I heard Marcus telling me what his parents offered. Maybe some of you might feel otherwise but most people would not offer a hand to someone whom they never met before. In fact, they even invited me to live with their grandfather who is living alone, that is a lot of trust. Thus, I was really grateful for their offer.
Johnston also shared with his family about my situation. Similar to the reactions of Marcus's family, they too offered help. They were willing to free up a room to let me live with them until I graduate from university. His mother came to me while I was at Johnston's house and shared with me their plans if I were to move in. I was really heartened by their gesture. The very fact that they thought of a future with me included convinced me that I should accept their offer unless I found a better alternative.
To be frank, I never expect either of them to share this with their parents but I really appreciate their concern. In fact, I never expected the solution to my predicament to be as such. Thus, I am really thankful for their aid and concern.
Now the Dust Settles
A few weeks passed by and I had sinced moved into Johnston's house. At this moment, a select group of my friends and family members are aware of this situation. As I write on my laptop in my new room, I would like to thank everyone who supported me through this dark time. The decision to move was definitely not an easy one but it was necessary in more than one way. My old room had been rented out, according to my father so that is good news to my family. I hope my family will emerge from the crisis soon, my father has been working overtime to manage. For my side, I am using my savings to get by while working part time at the moment. I should be footing the bill of my tuition fees myself for university but I am not sure how to get the funds yet hahas. I am definitely working part time during the vacation, when able. However, I had not decided if I should work during my school term yet. I had heard that I would not have the time, given the rigours of my course.
I would like to apologise for taking so long to churn out this post. Packing, moving and unpacking took a great deal of time. Now the dust are starting to settle down so I should have more room to manage my time. :)
Hopefully this translates to me being able to write out posts at a faster rate. See you next time! :)
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