I'm Dory, and my daughter's Rory.

Well I haven’t done much lately. Not any actually, unless you consider isolating myself in bedroom, curling in a fetal position, watching Gilmore Girls and gagging every other 5 minutes as a thing. Then yes, I’ve done a lot of things. I’ve watched all the seasons of Gilmore Girls except for the first and second seasons. Ya, I’ve been watching it backwards, kinda. I first started it with season 4 all the way to the season finale, back to season 3, and now right from the start from 1 to 2. Watching it backwards adds the element of excitement to it. No, really. Cos it’s kinda funny how I just knew that Rory’s real name is actually Lorelai Gilmore, same as her mom’s, which was apparently told in the first episode of the first season. See, all this while I thought her name was Rory Gilmore. How ironic it is to not know that those two mother-daughter share the same name. Haha.. alright, you’re confused. Don’t bother reading from the top. Just move on.

So, the reason why I haven’t been doing much lately is because I spent the first week here sick. I didn’t eat much, I didn’t go any further than my garage, I watched only TV shows and infotainments, and have I mentioned that I didn’t eat much? Which defeated the whole purpose ‘cos getting back in hometown was supposed to be filled with knocking myself out with sinfully delicious food and not getting myself knocked out before eating any. But so be it, ‘cos I’ve recovered. Yes, I have.

And what about writing? Well, I gotta admit, I haven’t been much into writing lately. It’s not like I don’t like it, it’s just that I feel like my mind is totally blank. It’s almost like being in a complete Zen, and nothing can ever bother me. I have no opinions over anything, I have no say over things, and even if I do, I tend to have these scattered quick flashes of things to write, but they never get to last any longer than me setting up my laptop. So, I always end up thinking, “what’s that again?” and I can finally see how it feels like to be Dory.

Oh wait, I did think about some stuffs actually. Starting with what seems like the most important thing in life to be pondered upon, like if I were to dye my hair, what color would best bring out my eyes? Followed by a less urgent stuff to figure out like, Rory could actually be a very good word to name my future daughter. It’s catchy, it’s grown on me and I can just name myself Dory after that. And if it’s a boy, I’m most probably gonna name it Kent, with the middle name Tucky. Isn’t that fun? Let alone catchy, no one has a name like that!

Okay, I’m officially delirious by the end of that sentence. This is random.