Dying. No, not actual dying.

Just a heads up to my dedicated followers (shut up, Voice in My Head, I have followers. They’re just shy.) that I’ll be very very busy till April next year because I’m in last year of High School (is that how the rest of the world says it?) and I’ll be busy making a career.

I’ll still login every now and then and may or may not post something just for the hell of it. (Mum will totally allow that, Voice.)

Also, I’m making another blog focused mainly on writing and art, and I intend to get it  up sometime next year before November. Anyone who wants to help me in this, please don’t hesitate and contact me. Or maybe just drop me a few tips.


Ankita Deka

(It’s fine. People already know my name. Some do. I think. Why are you back anyway?)

I Made a Cat. Because.

Just when the moments arise when I’m seriously considering deleting my blog and never ever thinking about it again, I find gems like Cat-like Icon Maker.

So I made a cat. Because.



It was originally supposed to be my sister in . . . um . . . cat form, with her emotionless expression and her freaky suspicious eyes (no, I’m kidding, sis. Really) but the question mark was way too cute not to add.

I want to make cats for everyone I know now, so watch out for more kitties on my blog.

My readers (you, my dears) won’t be spared. Beware.

Seven Fandoms: From Pages to the Screen

  • Twilight fandom: Gah! That’s Edwarrd Cullen! OMG, Carlise! The Werewolves are heeere! Look at THOSE ABS.

So basically they’re clowns on crack. Sorta.

Those are pretty great.


  • Robert Langdon (Dan Brown) fandom: Hmm, the people are sexier in my head.

Or is this just me?

*and swoon*


  • Lord of the Rings fandom: *chucking harmless rings into volcanoes since 1954*

Some fandoms never change . . .



  • Sherlock fandom: Hyperventilating from excess of hotness, coolness and other kind of nesses.

Personal experience, people. Personal experience.

And then we rejoice, like worli(s)!
And then we rejoice, like worli(s)!
  • Percy Jackson fandom: Movies were crap so we’ll be sitting over in the corner over here and writing fanfiction.

Do not read them, I repeat, do not read them. I Googled them and now I know way to much about the (kinky) sex life of Gods.

This.This exactly.
This. This exactly.
  • Harry Potter Fandom:
This explains pretty much everything.
This explains pretty much everything.
  • Hunger Games fandom: Aww, why don’t they show more killing?

And again, is this just me?



Disclaimer: No clowns or gods were harmed in the making of this work of art. Sexy people may or may not have been kidnapped by casting directors all over the world.

All Hail Mother’s Day! (Is this enough, mum?)

My mother took Mother’s Day pretty well considering I started laughing my arse off when she very casually broached the grave earth-shattering topic of “So . . . what did you get me for today?”

Hey, don’t judge. I plan to get her some very nice diamond jewellery.

When I’m financially sound enough.

So maybe . . . in the future.

In the far far future.

P.S. I had to write ‘diamond’ way too many times to get the spelling right, which is pathetic ridiculous since I write it every other day.

I Love My Nieces and Nephews But . . .

I don’t like it when they:

  • Try to strangle me.
  • Puke. (especially when you try to hold then closer to show your love) Then puke again. (and on the mouth)
  • Blame me for something. (“She gave me that ridiculous amount of hot chutney that will give me loose motions” *points at me*)
  • Ask questions which can never be answered (“Why don’t you have money?”)
  • Throw flour over me and play “Evade the ghost”.
  • Start crying when I call them.
  • Start smelling and depositing snot all over my newest tube of lipgloss.

But you know, all in all, kids are awesome.

I cannot wait for them to grow up though.

Until then:


How to Edit – A Guide to Sound More Intelligent Than You Actually Are (and to Learn the Art of Writing Shorter Titles)

I’ve always hated group projects.

Oh it’s all good when I’m the only one who wanted to do the project (or the only one who was capable). Ever wondered how dictatorship felt? I simple had to sit on my throne (read: the table) and imperiously demand stuff to be done and watch, thrilled, as the commoners scuttled off to do my bidding (while I cackled).

When everyone has a mind though, and are prepared to use it (vehemently), there is usually yelling, fighting and throwing people out of windows. Not specifically in that order. One reason I legitimately have to hate group projects is because the editing job almost always falls on me. Mistakes can be excused to an extent because meeting someone with English as their mother tongue in our state is like meeting a wood nymph. But, as I said, to an extent.

Take these two geniuses, for example—

“You are my angle.”

& “Exercise is good for body. As a maater of fact, it helps the body goodly.”

And I go—

So as you’ve read in the title, this post is to rectify a major headache of mine because I’m going to rule the world someday anyway, might as well start making me be pleased with you.


  • One major rule of editing is to get distance from the writing. Don’t try and proofread your writing when you have just completed it. You would already be mentally drained and since what you’ve written would still be fresh in your mind, you would accidentally start skipping some mistakes and read the sentences which have a mistakes in them without those. The very best thing to avoid this is to hand the editing business to someone competent and hope with fingers crossed that they don’t trash it.


  • If you are someone who prefers reading printed material but can write only on paper (like me), don’t procrastinate and type it up. There’s a good chance there will be a lot of mistakes if you had been writing without thinking (so as not to stifle creativity. That’s me, hello). I mostly do this type of proofreading and edit about five time—once after writing the thing on paper, once before typing it up on the computer, once when Word shows me those squiggly red lines, once after printing it out and a last one or two times when friends (very grimly) ask, “What the hell have you written? Where’d you hit your head?”
NOOOOOOOOOOO!! Credit: Onidenki (DeviantArt)
Credit: Onidenki (DeviantArt)


  • If you are short on time, you can change the text style and format of the writing. If the writing seems new or odd to you, your brain will focus more on that specific thing and pick out mistakes more easily. If you  are short   of time, you can change  the    text style   and formet of   the    If the    writing  seems new or   odd   to  you, you’re     brain will focus more on that     specific thing  and and   pick out   mistakes more   easily. Also, don’t give up on a sentence because it seems too obvious or too hard. Did you did you not make out the mistakes in the sentences above?


  • If it’s a long document, don’t proofread all at once. If you are someone who honestly goes, “Yay! More mistakes to correct!” [You’re nerdier(er) than nerds, buddy] then I assume the length of the document won’t matter. Otherwise though, you will be trying to read the thing and mostly be going, “That’s a word. That’s okay. Oh, another word that’s okay. Oh my, that’s a daymn fiiine word.” My point is, proofread in chunks and there will be fewer mistakes.


  • Last point, but not the least. Are you ready for this? How to learn the art of writing shorter titles/articles/stories? Edit out what is unnecessary. Writing romantic prose but don’t want to bore your readers? Nobody wants to know to know the hundred ways she bites her ruby lips, darl, so delete more than half of that. Have to stay within a given word limit? Cut out the superfluous words, or replace lots of words with a single word. Too long a sentence? Break it up. Too long a title? Again, edit out what is unnecessary. For instance, I could have simply written, ‘How to Edit’ rather than the one you see now, but blog readers are tough customers. You need to reel them in. In the end, you have to know what works and what doesn’t and keep in mind where you’ll be publishing your article.

So there’s that. A way to sound more intelligent than you actually are. The written word is always more beautiful when the poem you sent your crush does not make them feel they are getting hit on by a fifth grader.

Though if you do write like a fifth grader, the only thing I can tell you is to find a good language/grammar teacher or to request me to have you legally killed by my beta bush monsters.



I Fear I Have Discovered the Secret

So, as I ranted about in here absolutely nobody with a speck of intelligent (or just plain stubbornness) wants the new add post page.

So, messing about with the internet, I found I could access the old page without wasting two hours.

Simply add ‘/login’ after typing your website’s address.

e.g. adorablya.wordpress.com/login

P.S. Doesn’t work? I really don’t care. Kidding! You can tell me.

P.P.S. If anyone had already figured this out, try and not tell me. I’m riding on the high of doing something vaguely intellectual.