emo on a rainy night

it's a very cold and rainy night outside. i just battled my way home and am now sitting in my bedroom, eating a nice but ice-cold subway sandwich. damn hungry.

worked till 8.30pm again today and it felt so cold and chilly in the office. it's a dead town. everyone went home early to be with their families on a public holiday eve. i counted about 5 cars left in the compound.

today is supposed to be NIE day to self-study. but still came back to the office and my colleagues nagged at me to block the time to study. my answer to them as usual is that there's just no more time left to do the work.. even have to bring work home on weekends and PH, how to block tuesdays to study? the situation is bad. i dunno how i'll pass the module.

yesterday, i reached home at 9+ after work and found my dad heating up a bowl of noodles for me. he silently placed it on the table for me and told me to eat quickly.

nothing beats coming home to a piping hot bowl of noodle soup after battling through work for 12, 13 hrs and feeling totally zombified. they even bothered to put it in a mini claypot for me. was so touched i took a pic.

simple but great. dad cooked the soup and mum cooked the noodles. no words said, just gestures. damn touched la.

was quite funny cos i was eating in the kitchen halfway when this giant flapping moth decide to fly in and intrude my dinner. flapped around my noodle and my parents told me from young that they have lotsa powdery stuff on their bodies and never to let them come near my food so i was trained to scream. dad came to my rescue with a rolled newspaper to chase it off but it started flapping at him and attacking both of us basically. we were both alternating between screaming and shouting "here", "there", "cover the food!" and running away when the moth fly into us.

a rather candid father and daughter moment. i managed to finish the noodles.

today i wanted to spend some time alone. left work abit depressed and decided to take a train down somewhere to buy a bag i wanted. second bag i bought in the week. very impulsive of me. but i love my bags nevetheless. think i found the shop.

mum and bro went out. quite rare so i'm happy for them. think now they have more "life" than me. my social life basically went down the drain these past few months.

no more drinks with friends, dinners with the girls, catching up with all the peeps i missed. i wonder what's happening. i wonder how they are.

i think that, no matter how my parents get on my nerves sometimes, no matter how i may even bitch about them (and i do feel bad), how selfish i am towards them, i know that deep down inside, truly truly, in my heart of hearts, i know that they love me the most and they can be the only people who will truly care for me and their love will be unfaltering always. i'm so scared of losing them one day.