Bugging me not

Ants has been invading my room, bugging me. To that extent where I cannot leave edibles lying around for even a few seconds. The ants, which track that object (which is most likely edible, to us humans), and then sprint there with great haste. I never knew ants move so fast. Or were they always in stealth mode and remain invisible till some food is being detected. I am more inclined to believe in the former.

I never liked ants, but these few days, when my room was no better than a garbage dump, I have learned to led a life, one that is and being okay with ants. Now I wonder why my mum will shriek and scream at the top of her voice whenver she sees an army of ants invading one corner of the table. That was my first and initial series of reactions, but I think Im already numb to seeing such a disgusting scene. Disgusting, afterall, is only a matte of perception.

Another big mistake. I forgot, I spilled Coke on my Zinc bag on the plane and when I reached home, I carelessly placed the bag on the bed. And then, the bed got infested with ants. And, and, I slept on that bed. There were at least hundreds of them to the extent that you could see them clearly from afar. And I slept peacefully without much of a disturbance at night. Of course, if I see an ant trying to invade my privacy or getting too close, I will not hesistate to PWN it. I slept well, none of them tried to disturb me. Perhaps, I am too unsweet?

Even seeing a platoon of ants crawling all about the table, sometimes it amazes me why I can stand there calmly, and decide whether to do something about it. More often than not, nowadays, I just leave them alone. So what? They're just insects, They don't harm. I can live with them. Why is it human instinct to go HOOHHA about these little creatures and their first standard procedure is to grab a tissue and go on a killing spree. I just let them be, but the downside is, they don't go away on their own, don't they?

So the point here is. Why are people so scared of ants? Red ants or those that bite are a different story. I think ants are only as dirty as our floor. They have probably microsophic shit. And definitely not worth getting a sore throat over...

I think I am going insane. I find myself seeing an "ant invasion" as something spectacular. On a scale of well, as spectacular as lets see, a shooting star perhaps?

Speaking about sore throat, the reason for this ant invasion was a sweet (strepsils), which was left opened in my pencil case. Yes, I have uneaten and unwrapped sweets in my pencil case....And I wonder why. Man, im dirty.

Okay, enough of all these ant rubbish. Insects don't bug me as much as what I am going to narrate this morning.

I slept late last night so I wanted to sleep in this morning. Well, it was cooling, partially sunny, dark clouds I presume, and it was about to rain. I was tucked in my blanket, and there were no ants, (mind you), and everything was so fine, I was not emo, my mood was in perfect synch with all the conducively relaxing environment. I was half-awake, half-asleep. Imagine if you can, you're sleepy, but you're not exactly very sleepy. You want to sleep, but you can be awake at thi moment. The feeling of just wanting to stay in bed and enjoy and savour every moment of keeping your eyes closed, and thinking about nothing. Priceless.

And then...

I recieved a call from this retard survey company. I thought it was an important call or someone I know. She spoke in Chinese, (which irritated me futhur. it sounded china-ish to me). I hanged up immediately. I turned away from my phone. And then few seconds later, my phone burst into eccentric vibrations.

It was no survey company. It was a girl's voice. I thought it was someone I knew. And the person looked for someone called Tommy.

The only Tommy I have encountered in my life in fiction or reality is either a 1)TOY or 2) A 1st generation power ranger.

I highly suspect a prank call, but it didn't seem like. It was more likely a wrong dail. Great, several minutes of precious sleep gone. It's not the time that mattered. It was the mood, atmosphere which was disrupted. Damnit. They stole my tranquility. And such conditions of the heart and mind, cannot be compensated.

You see, there are thousand and one things that can be more irritating than ants. In this case...I didn't blame the person that called the wrong number, I really felt super irritated by the survey. I know it is unthinkable to be still sleeping at like say 11am. But please, for once, consider that some people might be having a jet lag!!!

Anyway it's weekends but it ain't making any difference. Im craving for some tennis and the weather is actually making me feel sleepy and tired.

I'll blog again later, when more comes to my mind. If you noticed, I typed this post in a very heck-care manner, because I am actually feeling exponentially more sleepy every second. And perhaps at a power of 3. I will collasp soon.