ice.

i was in the middle of my Nong-Shim-korean-cup-noodle-session when a bunch of strangers and a property agent walked into my house.

these strangers then explored around the house, which also included venturing into my boudoir, all that while i slurped my noodles at the dining table.

did it feel weird having three strange men and a woman walk into my bedroom at 8.30pm on a saturday night? yes.

no words were exchanged between me and them. not even eye contact.

because no one interrupts me during my cup-noodle session.
especially if you're a stranger.