Delilah Says

Autumn

Another year over and how much has changed.

And yet here I am thinking about the things that stayed the same.

Things I’m not yet ready to change.

Whats Cookin’?

bun-in-the-oven

Adventure

The odd years are the most interesting ones yet.

2012. Respect.

Just making a note of the year past.

The year of grit.

The year of fire.

The year of  ‘nothing I cant do’.

Thats all.

Where Have All The Bloggers Gone?

Did I miss the memo about an end to a blogging era?

Where is Scrumpy? And Dee? Whats with all this ‘protected blogs’ and ‘sign in to read’ stuff?

And no more Lady Divine?  The mother of all blogrolls. Sigh.

I only blinked for like a year and so many people have disappeared.

Waah.

Washing Machine Days

Just dropping by so that I dont permanently forget my wordpress password.

It feels like I’ve been spun in a washing machine these past few months.

In a good way though, with soap bubbles and all.

Most of the craziness I would attribute to work and related drama but still loving it all the same.

Why I havent been writing though is probably due to ‘digital fatigue’ as previously explained by Cerno.

These days I even prefer to leave my laptop in the car if I dont bring actual work home with me.

And unlike my old insomniac self who dawdled on the internets till the wee hours, this new Delilah is in bed by 10.30pm. Even on most weekends, much to the disgust of many a friend who try to understand what happened to the girl who kept everyone else awake all night.

See the thing is, I work out of Colombo and have to wake up at the crack of dawn to drive two hours to office in a sea of traffic. Then put in a full day off work and drive back for 2-3 hours. After spending nearly 5 hours on the road every single day I’m really too pooped for much else.

So the writing and socialising have both suffered obviously. Here’s apologizing for unreplied messages.

But I’ve been reading almost as much as usual and even have the audacity to occasionally be peeved when there arent enough new posts by other people on my favorite blogrolls.

Maybe I’ll stop whining and start writing again, soonish.

Four Octobers

So its my fourth October of blogging here.

But I’ve only managed to put up a measly 175 posts so far. Didnt realize that my posting had been so random. Feels like I write more somehow.

I did some archive searching and had a laugh over stuff that I had forgotten ever happened.

This is my first ever post and in a sad stroke of irony, the guy I refer to in this post was asked for a divorce by his wife last week.

https://delilahsays.wordpress.com/2008/10/15/of-mallum-divorce-and-black-books/

This was apparently my most commented on post. Clearly my embarrassment is entertaining to a lot of people.

https://delilahsays.wordpress.com/2010/08/10/a-jonah-day/

This is my favorite category because they come from a different place in me.

https://delilahsays.wordpress.com/category/attempts-at-poetry/

And this was the best tag I’ve ever written for.

https://delilahsays.wordpress.com/2009/11/13/letter-to-my-16-year-old-self/

This is one of my personal favorites.

https://delilahsays.wordpress.com/2009/09/16/clarity/

And this is the weirdest thing I’ve ever written.

https://delilahsays.wordpress.com/2009/05/21/jack/

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I’m grateful for this place where I can come to when I need an outlet and for the friends I’ve made online and in real life.

So thank you WordPress for the facility. Gutterflower for the inspiration, Indi for putting me on Kottu and all of you who blogroll me and drop by.

Cheers!