I want to tell U a story about me encountering with an old man that's already dead. It was a rainy night & I was rushing home from the shop. I past a block with a funeral at the ground floor. I was scared of going up in the lift alone since the light from the lift was broken down. Fortunately, I saw an old man pressing the lift's button. He was sobbing & he was carrying a plastic bag full of joss stick & chinese praying items(I guess). I asked him what had happened & he said(in English), "Someone had just died".

I couldn't believe my ears. I just kept quiet & helped him with his bag. The lift door opened & both of us went in. I guessed this man is about 80+. It sure does! I asked him all about the late 'person' & where he lived. He told me that his name was Mr Lao & lived at the top floor. He also said that he was alone in the house. We got up & went into his house & guess what? He thanxed me

The next day, I was going out to school & I saw the old man at the funeral. I was 'kepo' & saw his face(the old man) on the picture!!