Books wide open and the pen scratches along, filling up the spaces on the blank canvas. My handwriting does remind me of ants, black ants scurying for sweet stuf. yucks

I want to be like the holiday trekkers with their luggage in hand, leisurely walking around.
but not like that 2 men, who have been waxing that 6 big pieces of marble tiles for the whole 5 hours. Weirdly, the tiles were still tn shiny when we left the place! HAHA