wordoodling (word + doodle): when I talk to myself

Randomly, I talk to myself, and tell stories as if they weren’t mine. Weird? I guess so.

That is what I call “wordoodling,” a term I coined just now (oct-12-2010;3:49AM).

Just like my randomly scattered doodles in notebooks, scripts, journals, sequence guides, speech plans, scratch papers, test papers, blue books, and even in wooden chairs at the university (before, when I still go to school, not that I’m out of school I just don’t go anymore–go figure), I also “doodle” words. Reason why I decided to just hit my blog, after months of being shelved, and talk with my laptop instead.

Have you tried staring blank to nowhere and actually see everything transform into a set-up you wanted to have for a talk? That’s it. Then you start to talk . . .

So, what’s grillin’? I ask myself, not that I use that question in casual conversations with people. And I answer… well, today, I just stayed in my room just like any other day of my life. I couldn’t say I was totally unproductive, but still is. I was holding that dusty brown envelop piled with old files in a corner of my room saying on its label–second draft. That was supposed to be the most sensible agenda I could’ve done for the day, but the envelop looked too pale and boring–esthetically. So I just checked my facebook account–predictable, eh?  As I was browsing, I saw status updates of friends about school and work, then popped out of my head something that has to do with being a jet-setter, then boom! I am reminded that earlier this morning (referring to Monday morning), I had a scheduled appointment with DFA (Department of Foreign Affairs) re my passport. Setting an appointment with DFA means getting a date one month from today, and true enough, as I rescheduled my appointment with the agency, they assigned me a date a month from now. Sucks eh? Things like this can actually mess up your day, but wasn’t too upsetting for me because I have spent ample time indulging my eyes into creating art–designing collaterals, digitally, of course. Well, at least I can say, I did something nice today, other than sleeping and internet-ing.

I actually am adamant if you’d say that you’ve reached this part of my blog entry, not unless, you’ve skipped the middle part which is pretty much just blabbers. The purpose of this entry really is to just stop myself from talking to me. So, I’ll just end “wordoodling”‘ here.

I promise, my next post will be more sensible.

Catch up! (<–click!)

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