it's an uncanny resemblance to my li'l brother LTS' weird tenant who had since quit from his premises. his tenant was one weird chap who came from Ipoh. in a matter of a few yrs, got PR status and then in a very short time was given "singapore pink i/c". how that process works really puzzle me.
he now owes many banks and credit cards lots of money. for whatever reasons it was a mystery. the poor LTS was hounded by court runners who pasted WRIT OF SEIZURE on his house. he kept getting O$P$ from sweetly voiced girls from banks and credit cards firms.
"clinton" rented the place at a dirt cheap $300 per mth with lots of TLC from the generous blurcock LTS. kopi, tea and maggie mee are free helpings to the ungrateful tenant.
there are many delightful RA-21 stories to share like clinton always sneaked out in the middle of the night to a waiting taxi and won't be back till early dawn with soiled undies. juicy fantastic tales! my god! better than BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN!!
how many undies change does a normal guy really have?
usually it would be like 1 undies change per day, right?
his weird tenant did his laundry weekly. there would be 2 bamboo poles of psychedelic bright colors national undies alone - about 20 or more pairs. isn't that weird?