Drinking Naked while Listening to the Sound of Silence

I was working last night and woke up late this morning. I opened my eyes and realized for the first time I didn’t know what to do on a bright Saturday morning. I dragged myself out of bed, went down stairs, and grabbed the first thing I saw from the fridge – a bottle of green machine called Naked, a blended juice smoothie. I squinted against the light shining bright from my kitchen window. It seemed lovely outside, I thought.


Then without a set of direction I headed to the living room and slumped down the couch. I was never a huge living room type of person because I was more of a bedroom person. I did all my work and leisure time in the privacy of my own room.


The smoothie tasted more like a juice to me, mixed with apples, banana, pineapple, and mango flavors and coupled with a hint of vegetables, I didn’t recognize the specifics. I peaked at the list of ingredients and it elaborated about ten different green vegetables. Some of them I didn’t even know. The expiration date reads Mar 08 11. Good enough for me and I took another gulp from the plastic bottle.


What am I doing here? I should go back upstairs and finish my requirements and test plans for my upcoming project. I shouldn’t be wasting time. But then I stayed unmoved and sucked in a deep breath. I told myself that work will just gonna have to wait.


I really liked the feel of the pillows smooched against my back, eyes closed and breathing controlled. Quiet, I thought at first. But then I started hearing different sounds I never paid much attention in my eight years of residency in this house. The tick-tock-tick-tock sound of the wall clock my cousins gave us last Christmas annoyed me at first. Then I heard the momentary screeching of the tires and the motorbike across the street boomed and roared like a drum intro of a heavy metal song. Another car passed by and this time it felt like the tires just slowly rolled on the asphalt, I couldn’t describe the sound but to me it felt like light strums on a bass guitar. Was the car keeping under speed limit? I didn’t hear any music but the cadence of the venetian blind tapping against the glass window and the once in a while click-clack of the kitchen’s exhaust captured my senses. Once or twice I heard a sound of a plane high above me, like a thunder passing in slow motion. The fan of my computer slightly hummed. Combining these sounds made me feel like someone conducting an orchestra; the rhythmic sound playing in my ear swayed me and moved me to a place I’ve never been before.


Then out of the blue everything else muted except the ringing tone of my phone suddenly k-e-r-r-e-n-g-e-d next to me. Encore, maybe? I forced my eyes to open up so I could check the Caller ID. The incoming call showing an 8YY number was just a disturbance of my peace – Telemarketer!


I better get back to work…

Speaking of blog and others

A friend of mine once asked me an appalling question. In his rise and fall curious tone of voice he probed “Why do you waste time on blogging, reading someone else’s views, and then comments to their posts?” With a bursting knowledge that he is into his daily status with Facebook I find him the worst tease ever, so I smirked and said “Same thing with you and your Facebook!” , before I turned my back away.

I must have been direct to the point but it was not entirely far-reaching. There was more to that line – words remained unspoken because I felt unobligated to explain and because I was not in the mood for mockery. Well, that ends now. Let me share my thoughts on this topic…

Blogging is a sort of diversion from the real world where I find very relaxing – it takes away that piercing pain of exhaustion (good pain though) I feel after a long day of work and a momentary break to the gym. Blogging provokes my sense of curiosity in cyber world, lingering thoughts I wanted to share but couldn’t express vocally, or the fact that book blogging provides me time to write and share my thoughts about a certain book I read. Reading novels is like eating my favorite Godiva chocolate – because it tastes so good it gives me that feeling of satisfaction. (I hear Bubba from Forest Gump saying “…like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.”, although he was obviously talking about life!). It stimulates your mind and emotions you would want to go on and on, from cover to cover, one book to another. Very addicting I must say.

I am new to book blogging and yet I already discovered a gem of thought provoking topics discussed by a wide range of bloggers (check on the comments and you'’ll know what I mean), book lovers who endlessly share their thoughts and recommendations so I would learn from them and discover great new authors loved and cherished by many. It was also like climbing into a ladder – I first found a reading challenge from “The Happily Ever After” blog through comments posted on Maggie’s journal (if my memory serves me well). Several bloggers took the challenge and the next thing I knew I was following the blogs of “A Striped Armchair”, “Books Lists Life”, “Tessa Gratton's Ever Flame”, and the rest is history. I discovered more bloggers (links you can find on my sidebar for more details) – amusing and insightful stories shared voluntarily, full of joy. Of dedication. Of courage to come forward and speak with their minds.

So why do you really blog or write journals? Share your thoughts and let me learn from you.