Sunday, July 29, 2007

There's a 85 year old man who owns a studio apartment.

His wife departed from this world 8 years ago. He's still very depressed over the departure of his late wife.

Despite having personal shelter over his head, he stays in an old folks' home.

Irony.

His son sends him back to his apartment on average once a week or none to retrieve mails and do his stuff in his own apartment.

But he's only allowed 30min each time.

Today he was granted 40 min.

"You know lah, boys these days are like that." He gave up any hope of being treated better.

When asked whether he owns any form of IT items in his apartment, he said "I have no use for such things already."

The last sentence which will leave one speechless:

"My friends are all gone already. I don't know why I'm still alive."