Deya is currently unable to update her blog. Though a lot has been happening in her life, the lack of technology is preventing her from publishing them. She has promised to get back to blogging once she can access the Internet again.

i can sit here and pretend that i don't care. i can stuff my ears with music. find my solace in chocolates. blinking at the create post window and wonder why my stories, my poems have no endings at all. can i write? may i live my life? or should i pretend to you the way i pretend to the rest of the world? you were special. you still are. but something always comes in the way of our sunshine stories. and that something is you. i can forgive but i cannot forget. your self-pity cannot be an excuse for your insensitivity. you need a life and so do i.

let me not hurt myself.

because i have a bloggers' block.

You Are 38% Misanthropic

You're a little misanthropic - but who isn't? Your reactions to other people are pretty normal. You enjoy being friendly with people you encounter, but if you're having a rough day, watch out!

How Misanthropic Are You?

Your Mind is Purple

Of all the mind types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense. Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.

What Color Is Your Mind?

home.

thank you for today. the rain melted the rose-tinted glass, and somehow even with all the imperfections, the moments felt more beautiful. we somehow keep crumpling moments in our palms, laughing the pain away. treating them as if they were just trifles. today was different. the moments, you and the little red staircase are turning into home. home i cannot let go of. home, i'll keep returning to.

home. how can i forget home? home. how can i let go?

i'll take you with me. someday.

because you are HOME.

in search of blogsubjects.

i have been searching for blogsubjects to write on recently. yes, really. i mean there is a perpetual dearth of blogsubjects, don't you think? like there's a perpetual dearth of goodlooking, intellectual, sensible and chivalrous men. i've planned to start dating men with the aforementioned qualities but, sadly, they are hard to find. either they're taken or they don't exist. not that i've looked everyplace. i want to begin with fiji, botswana and places suchlike. in all probability, i WON'T find any goodlooking, intellectual, sensible and chivalrous men. i think they're more blogsubjects than are nicemen. but oh, bother!

anyway, where were we? blogsubjects, yes. the photo blog is easier to update, y'know. just upload a randomlyclickedpicture, put a catchy tagline and add a footnote. people are impressed at your photography skills and relatives are curious as to why you've suddenly taken to try your hand at random photography. or photography of any kind, for that matter. they treat photography as if it were rocket science, and you being a poor, little humanities student wouldn't be able to manage it. ha! so, the photoblog always has an easy update. i do have a poetry blog.. but i'm abstaining from poesy for a while. i haven't been philosophical/romantic/dark in quite sometime now. i have been making a fool of myself, though. i could write about all that in this blog, of course. or, how i get shouted at after i wake just before noon. actually, it's frustrating for my parents to have an incorrigible kid like me in the house. so, they're sending me off. to college. they could have got me married too, right? but then, no nicemen, remember? they are all extinct.

i prettymuch think i'm worse to my blog than to my parents. at least when they call me/shout at me, i tend to reply in monosyllables. i don't care to give my poor lil bloggie-doggie an update mostofthetimes. i wouldn't mind filling it up with blogthings but then.. it'll be too harsh of me, that way. so, like i said, i could fill this blogpost up with the details of a recent faux pas. in anycase, i have filled up most of it with trash. plus, ma's calling me to go off to bed. ha! there'll be nightshift kotha-barta now. about which she doesn't know. i have ranted enough.

* grins and goes offline *
* picks up phone and gives a happywappy look *