Lunch Break

This is my first lunch break post. Has anyone done this before? Any suggestions perhaps? Well, I am doing it for the first time right now. My reason is simple. It is just to channel the stress I have in work. It is just a little stress from work which I think would be a lot more useful if I divert myself into something productive.

So I have eaten my lunch for 10 minutes that would give me 20 minutes more of free time. Free time to write. Free time to blog. Free time to be free.

What should I blog right now then? Maybe about lunch break. Lunch break is most of the time overlooked my most employees like us. I mean, we should take it seriously, it is BREAK! I like lunch break. It is like the half-quarter of a basketball game. It like when you are reminded that half is done while other half is waiting to be completed. No, I am talking about the glass half full or half empty. (Haha. No. One day, I will talk about it when I am thirsty.) Lunch breaks is also the time to spend time with my colleagues. And chit chat topics that we already know but somehow remains interesting. I guess that is how gossips are encouraged.

I eat alone most these days because maybe I like it that way. Sometimes it is quite cool to perceived as “anti-social” which I am not really. I mean, there are always two sides to things, wouldn’t it be cool to try to position yourself at the other end? Furthermore, it is fun to sit alone because its quieter. It is too quite. It is too quite sometimes that I can the other person’s stomach growling. I used to laugh at this in my head but now I do not because my stomach begins to do the same. And it is hard to shut them up! They do not follow the order of my brain. One time I said “Please stop growling…. ” and my stomach just keeps on repeating “rrrr….r…..r……r” Oh dear! But I guess “rrrr….r….r…r” is fine. Sometimes it produces other letters like “rrr…brgh..brgh..brgh…r..r..r” and this more embarrassing. And based on experience, the more combination of letters, the louder the sound is! It is like language fluency, when you pronounce well, read it aloud. So therefore, our stomach has language proficiency! Is that the reason why cereals are shaped into letters so they improve their spelling? Hahaha.

I do not know where this post is going to land so maybe I better stop now. My lunch break is over anyway…

Enjoy your lunch.




Blogging. Blogging. Blogging.

I things always wanted to write or scribble down thoughts on small notes. My mind seems to like writing but how come blogging is so hard to be disciplined with? You see, I guess I do not know what to blog about. I mean, is blog a diary or not? If it is, then how random can my post be? I guess my audience would range from a 6 year old to around 50.

Well, I admire people who have the courage to blog. The thing is, I like sharing my thoughts and what I think but at the same time I do not want to be exposed entirely. To go back to old times, I could have been one of those writers who used pen names. I like it that way. The mystery gives it full liberation. I can say what I want without being known. It is like looking around for a certain voice in a crowded place without being noticed. How entertaining to see those long strectched necks searching to the one where the voice comes from! Haha But this I say without bad intention. It is just at some point in our life, we humans should not stop playing.  I mean, blogging and literature should remain like a children’s play, isn’t? If everything is exposed, then what is there to find? What is there to search for?

Sweden Diary is a good pen name. On the other hand, this blog already suggests a diary which is just plainly a record of one’s daily musings of this and that. That sounds too plain. Yet to find a beauty in the ordinary is what makes life amazing and what makes literature worth reading!

So what I am really talking? I do not know. I am just simply BLOGGING.




Second Day of Blogging – My Blog is My Pet

So the second day has come! The ultimate achievement of second day of blogging. I deserve a medal, an award, a Nobel Prize nomination for this. This is not the first time I blogged in my life. As a matter of fact, I was paid to blog for other people. That was very cool but having a blog that relates so much to how my own life revolves is quite something… unique. It is a ¬†breathe a new life. It is not the blogging, it is the writing that awakened my overslept neurons.

My day ran the way it should be. School was there, window shopping, few short talks with classmates, cooked dinner and a whole day just had its way. There is one thing that was insistently bothering me in a good way — that is THIS blog! I like the feeling of it. I feel excited, happy and relieved having to write what runs in my mind. Because sometimes it just keeps on running and running I could no longer chase it! Where have all that thoughts gone? It feels good to scribble it down. ¬†It feels like coming home and feeding a pet, nurturing one.

My blog is my pet. It can be compared to that. It has all the characteristics of a pet — it breathes, it gives excitement , gives joy, needs care, needs food and needs attention. That is how I see it. Strange but let’s all settle. This blog will be needing my attention, care, time and some intelectual properties. Surely, as I write, this blog continues to grow. Whether this blog will be successful or not, anyway, just like any other pet, they grow in size. I would like to limit the definition of growth for now with physical attributes. More words, blog grows. Life is too complicated to add more meaning for growth for now. Philisophy will come later…much later in my later posts. Second day of blogging should be meant for savoring “that” moment. Whatever that is or if anyone, not just me has really experienced this weird euphoria.

The second day of blogging caps itself with utmost gratitude to the first liker of my blog and the first comment! I do appreciate it with all my heart. I do not know when the next liker or commentor would be so I am awarding the “firsts” right now! (Award to you both). With or without an audience, I do hope to write more. Writing is self-expression above all. Like any other pet, all it needs is its owner to survive. Dog shows are for shows. It comes when it’s time. It comes when the dog is fully nurtured. Hurry not. Just feed the pet.