Grand Diamond is their home

Grand Diamond is their home!

That statement, at the time when I first heard it, I had thought, it was a little over the top. But now, I somewhat think it is true. This place is their home. It is us who are the invaders.

I have been in this apartment for a little over a week, to be exact, 9 days counting today. However, this is not the first time that I am here. This is my fourth time here, if my memory serves me well.

In all the four times that I was here, I have not once not seen the world's most hardworking creatures at work! They are just everywhere, all set and ready to get to work. If nothing attracts their interests, their nosiness is enough to drive me crazy.

I am the kind of people who just abhors these creepy crawlies, however hardworking they are. While I can tolerate them tracking down the floor by the sides of the walls, or hiking up the cupboards going to the ceiling, I absolutely have no mercy for those who cross the floors or climb up tables. I just cannot tolerate the sight of these little army marching towards my things or on and over my stuff.

The world is for all of us to live in. Peacefully together. I get the idea. I am a visitor here. I have been here only for 9 days, counting in today. They, and their colonies, have, perhaps lived here their entire lives. It might be that I am the trespasser here, creating more chaos in their already very intruded lives. After all, Grand Diamond is their home.

But how can I be patient when they even set their search team to get a taste of from my cup of unfinished plain water??!

Warning signals

I am still not in full good working condition. I am functioning well, though. I just got back from a marketing trip, spent about half an hour in front of the pool eating slices of watermelon while trying to relax in the windy, noisy city, and had just finished preparing dinner.

Shopping was alright, if I could just ignore the uncomfortable feeling I had in my stomach. I am not sure what was that about but certainly, I was really praying hard that I didn't have to ask the any of the personnels there for directions to the washroom. Luckily, god had mercy on me, I didn't have to.

Walking back, I was feeling a little better. Traffic was same as usual, with never ending jams, whistles blowing by the traffic conductors, cars honking, humans crawling all over the side walks. And of course, not forgetting, the fumes. Exhaust fumes from the tuk-tuk, cars, motorcycles, taxis, buses. It's just bad.

It would seem normal that I was sweating in such condition. I could feel the little beads of perspiration starting to gather all over my forehead. Walked, I did, avoiding tourists awed with the jams and wonderful roadside stalls, cursing when they took pit stops in the middle of narrow paths, jamming up the on-foot traffic behind them.

I had to make a stop to get a slice of melon before heading towards my hole. A moment later, shopping bag in one hand and another holding my watermelon, I headed towards the pool. I would just sit there, long enough to gather myself. There were people there, like me, trying to enjoy the evening breeze. I think they fared better than me. Sitting there, the head was a little fuzzy and the forehead was still perspiring. I was not dripping sweat, but yet I was not dry. I left when the noise from the crowd started to swell.

Something is just not right with me. I am not sure what that is. Right now, typing all these, long after preparing dinner, my forehead is still not dry, my eyes are feeling dry, my head's a little fuzzy, and my stomach is trying to signal something. Even my fingers are not feeling very strong, not even for typing.

These are the warning signals my body is trying to give me, but what about?

Let the world see you again..

Not feeling up the mark is certainly not an excuse to just lay around, wasting time between the sheets, all day long, for two days straight!

It is also not the reason to sit in front of this lappie, watching series and not doing the reading that you are suppose to do.

That is just abusing a condition that was handed down on you, knowing very well that it is something that you can overcome.

Please, while you lay here, moping around, staring into space, emptying your brains and in the process encouraging rust to form in the grey cells, the world still revolves, time still ticks on and before you know it, it's already the day before weekend hits.

Life still goes on, even if you are not feeling well.

Suggestion is, if it's not too much of a pain, waste not more time.

While there is no fresh air to inhale, get some of those muscles moving and also some of those grey cells activating.

Let the world see your pretty face again!