I just realized what my biggest fear really is this morning. It’s not alone for the rest of my life, neither die while I sleep. It’s the broken lift at my place. I don’t mind if the lift breaks down when I’m inside. I’m afraid if it breaks down if I need to get home or when I need to go to work.

The lifts were not working properly this morning, and I nearly thought I had to use the stairs if I want to go to work today. If you think stairs are okay, try live on the 16th floor. It would kill me for sure if I had to walk all the way down.