i survived work today.
surprisingly fast.

today is the most mundane day. ever.
i could sense the monotony in the air (-con).
in the absence of food.
in the absence of my mother.
in the absence of bruce.
it's so like that ah.

i bought cup noodles.
which smelt of burnt aluminium and tasted of plastic.
i had to throw it away.
and now i'm sipping on insant soup-in-a-mug.
and this is suppose to last me till my lunch break tomorrow at work.
i.e. 3:30pm.

i want my mother to come back now.
'cause the house feels so empty.
i feel so handicapped and outnumbered 3:1 by my brothers.

and bruce lee is fast asleep. i should be too.