Papa's accountant reply that he and family will be in Singapore.
Good enough for a good conference.
But the problem is, I asked the accountant to ask them where they
are staying so I can book the same hotel.
The accountant donno where they are staying. Which make it
difficult for me to decide where to stay.
I dont wan to go back home, one because the room is most likely
filthy and dusty. two, because i am already so cheesed off with the
tenant and frankly, i dont want to go back, jetlagged and talk to
them in that state, making difficult decisions and giving myself
panic attacks. I am suspected bipolar. Dam!
I deal better with shouting angry male idiots then drama weeping
females.
Sis analysed that the tenant probably thought that I was a butch,
so she was deploying her little princess crap on me since I am such
a pushover most times.
And I certainly wont be up to that weeping drama crap after 24
hours flight. 
