As we know, an explosion will incur if we switch on the light when the room is filled with carbon monoxide.
My habit is switching on the lights when I wake up in every morning. Now I am so blessed that I am still alive, writing this post.
Here's are the "been tortured" kettle:
After this accident, I realised that How fearful I felt. Not because of fear of death, death is a process. I am afraid that I have no chance to tell those beloved I love them.
I have a number of things to do, a million of words to say. I haven't bring my parents to travelling around the countries - Mum wishes to go Japan, I promised her to learn Japanese Language; Dad wishes to go Australia, they need an English translator even though I am not qualified enough; Bring both of them to Taiwan, enjoy its food and culture. I haven't explored Egypt, Italy, Greece and Taiwan. I haven't fulfil my promises to my family. I haven't face-to-face tell my sisters I love them. I haven't carried my unborn nephew. I haven't tell Phon Cherng I am still waiting for him, I haven't tell my Maayam mates how pleased and lucky I felt to know them in NUS and how pity of not being with them now. I haven't tell all my friends how cute and important they are to me.
To my parents, you do always know I love you. To my sisters, I never tell you I love you, but I do. Thank you for your caring and consideration. I am grateful to have you and our parents in this life.
To all my friends, I love you. Start from the day I recognise you as my friend, I am loving you.
To those "undesirable" people, No matter what did happen between you and me, I decided to forgive because I realised that it does not worth it.