I almost died in an attempted murder.

9am

Woke up when my alarm rang.

Snoozed, went back to sleep.

Thought I smelt claypot rice. Yummy crispy burnt rice.

9.30am

The smell of claypot rice still lingered in my bedroom, making me hungrier than ever.

At least I know I'm not dreaming and I'm having a nice filling breakfast before tuition.

9.50am

Almost late for tuition.

Rushes to my wardrobe, pulled out some clothes, opened the bedroom door.

The whole house was filled with smoke! 

And it stink-ed.

Woke my sis and we opened all the windows in the house.

My mum was out exercising.

My forgetful dad left the soup boiling, and he left the house.

Thank goodness our air-con was switched on and our bedroom door closed.