Broken Doors

Without any signs this was about to happen, when we opened the slide door to the left it fell of its wheels. Holding it semi in place with hands and a book to stabilize, but without managing much because it was so heavy, it completely fell off and almost crushed Johns toes.

We contacted our agent and had him call the management office (since everything concerning the unit we are renting goes through the agent). Basically, if they can prove it to be wear and tear, we have to pay for the repairs. If they can not do that then it is badly constructed and they have to fix it. We will hope for the latter, but it can be so that we have to take the blame, even though nothing is broken and it simply fell of.

Unbroken things can not just fall apart.

Apparently they can. This was not something we did, how is it possible for us to somehow do something to make the doors fall of their construction. This is a strange and awfully complicated wardrobe. When we tried to get to our clothes behind the right door it got stuck halfway over. It did not fall off or is not about to. We believe it somehow got stuck in the other doors hinges or something similar. Even standing on a chair we are not able to see how it was constructed up there.

In other words: one door loose, other door stuck.

After the agent called the management two men were sent to the apartment. They came in, looked at the door quickly. The man, whom I think is the condo-owner (or at least high up) tried to make it sound like we had done something to the doors, said something about broken and this door is missing a wheel. The other man, whom I believe to be Main Maintenance-man said no it is not broken, no nothing is missing, no this is the inner door - there should not be a thing where you say it should be a thing. I am not quoting them here, just writing what I could understand from the mumbling Singlish.

I asked some questions, like when is this going to be fixed and will we or you call for a handyman?, but both of them turned their back to me and one called someone on the phone while I was talking. After that they left without even looking me in the eyes or even saying bye or anything. I was a bit hurt after that, feeling like I had done something wrong, like it was my fault their building is falling apart.

Remember when I wrote about that day when there were so many men in the apartment fixing things? They did the cabinets in the kitchen and the door-locking-holes and checking the shower hose... that day the head-man said they would fix the wardrobe doors because other tenants had complained about them. Later he said they would not fix them and so they did not. Now they are broken and they might try to make us pay for it.

Do you think they will make it look like a wear and tear?

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When John was calling me after work I asked if he wanted to take an evening walk in the Botanic Gardens. We met by the MRT and walked half an hour to get to one of the entrances. The air was really humid in there, like a minor rainforest should I suppose. I had brought the camera but the light was vanishing quickly although I think we got some good photos. Perhaps I will share them once they have been edited.

We tried to find a restaurant in there and found one near the University, which is located far north in the Gardens. The restaurant was called Blue Bali and turned out to be three times more expensive than home delivery of the same food choice (that would be enough for two to share). We left through the back door and walked were we probably would not have been allowed had anyone caught us. Emerged somewhere by the University and found another restaurant. It had a dress-code and we turned in the door in our shorts and sweaty shirts.

After that we decided to leave the BG to find some food nearby. We talked and walked until we found an exit. Decided to have dinner at a nearby restaurant that was within our price-range and could finally eat. When we were done we walked home talking about musicals and how much I want to see Sound of Music with John, even though he does not like musicals. When we came home our little kitten sat in the hall waiting.

End of Thursday.

Here is a joke:

What do you feel 

on a Thursday?

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Thirsty!