Its been a while again

 

Last month was a rollercoaster of ups and downs, when I say ups and downs, there were the  highs and the lowest of lows.

So I finally attended my graduation, got on the podium, received my roll of paper and smiled for the cameras. I felt sort of numb during and after that for a while, my friends were far more excited for my graduation that I was. It took me a while to understand why. The thing was I had relied on my Uni workload to give a direction for a while now, and now that it is all done and gone, I feel a bit empty of purpose, lazy to move on.

So here in December I contemplate what I have done and have to do for the future. The is some pressure form the ‘rents and my little sister doing he O/Ls this December. I want to know what to do next but for now it’s a jumble and I’m going to let it be for now. Let December take its toll.

I’ve been watching Sons of Anarchy these days and finishing off the first season, so far I like it, and still on that Wheel of Time reading spree on book 6 now, that’s half of the whole crow-begotten series.

I know this is a short post considering the rest of my posts but I’m still coming out of that funk and is reserving all my writing powers for something I have am working on.

So till next time

M :3

I’ve been away

 

Too tired to write it all down, I’ll just list it here

• Quit working on campus
• got that other job
• Training for this is crazy
• not going to speak of it so don’t ask
• I fucking hate the cliches, WTF are you writing cliches
• my back hurts
• bought a load of make up
• in love with liquid liner
• peace out bitches
• also charlie <3

Oy Vey

So I died, wait no, I got through an extremely boring graduation, its been a very very boring and stressful week, its been strange to say the least.

I’ve been catching up with all the Red Vs. Blue episodes. And for now that is all.

I am trying to remember what I am supposed to say here, oh yeah I’m quitting from my current job, to work as a volunteer for the CHOGM, to be held in SL.

I also seem to have less and less time on my hands once again.

 

Till I remember something to update about,

M

Lectures, Nintendos and prospective Angel-falling

 

Life has been a bit rocky, but who doesn’t go through those times. These are these people sometimes who are so low, that when you thought they cant get any worse, he hit a whole new level.

I don’t want to speak of such awful things, on a side note my work times have changed, from 8.30 to 5.30pm, to 9 to 5, so much better, with all the traffic in the morning and the rush in the evening, its amazing how much of a change half an hour can give.

So I’m lecturing tomorrow, its not like the practical's where I can do this or maybe that and get the result, and math isn't my favourite subject, I barely passed in school and the only reason I passed in campus is because of larger assignment deadlines and helpful friends.

So that’s all I can say for now, yeah life is pretty much boring, I have to wait for November for it to get any interesting, other than my brothers birthday this month [Note to self, make a butt-kicking birthday card], I don’t really see much happening this month, I think there maybe some events next month, and if one of my prospective job offers come through, I am totally set, plus I got some friends coming back down to SL.

Damn it, Its really hard to have a good time when your really good friends live in different continents –_–.

Anyway I’m trying to save up for a Nintendo 3DS_XL, but I would really thing the 2DS would be more affordable but its still not released and I’m not sure if SL will get it before christmas, but I’m totally up for buying it at christmas, first of all I must find a good retailer, the guys who I asked for gave me double the actual price, I was like WTF. Needless to say I wont be contacting them any time soon.

So the latest season of SPN is back on, I cant help but be totally spazzing. It was all, Hallelujah its raining Angels! last time and I have the latest Sleepy Hollow episode to watched, al downloaded and ready to be feasted on when I get home.

Cant forget that I must prepare for tomorrows lecture.

Till Next Time,

Yours Truly (also Diabolik Lovers was totally yeesh, bleugh)

 

M

Paydays and Plain Tea

 

I’ve lamented the boredom of last week and this week, my schedule is totally filled up. Not that I am complaining. Also they extend my contract for another month till I find a job more fitting.

So yesterday was payday, I went and bought shoes, yes, shoes, a pair of flats that reminded my sister and I of the cat in the hat, (sister calls my shoes, thing 1 and thing 2). And a pair of aqua, or is it teal? heels. And also bought a few over due birthday presents, took care of a few necessities that I promised to take care of and ended up with only a miniscule fraction of the initial amount, which was then spent today to come to work. I seriously need to find a better paying job. So here I am drinking a cup of gingery though slightly watery plain tea and blogging and have a on-stop yawn session.

Other than that I cant say there is anything new-ish to tell you about, I did finish watch 3 anime series that I really wanted to finish up. But still a load of them to watch. Its quite boring, nothing much to note.

Also the traffic in the Wellawatta area is pure hell in the mornings, seriously, I mean just to get from point A to point B which usually takes maybe 5 to 10 minutes become a trial and a half that lasts for around half an hour. I just got too late to come in the bus and took a trishaw through marine drive. I’ve been watching sleepy hollow which I think is totally cool and the monsters are creeepy, love it, I want to start watching American Horror Story but too much of a pansy.

Now you see, I’m a big Marvel fan, and DC too. But the recent tv series that are cropping up are a giant let down for me anyway, Now Smallville I loved, maybe till season 5 and half of 6. Arrow was, well, the actor who played Oliver Queen was a let down, he comes off as a prat, even when he is being your friendly neighbourhood vigilante. and Marvels Agents of Shield, Which  was dearly waiting for, which I regret to inform, sort of disappointed me during the first episode, I loved Coulson and all but, there was something missing, maybe I should watch more episodes before giving my final judgment.

So I gotta go now,

and do some work,

Till next time,

M.

Thursday Last and Today

 

So last week was a whirlwind of work and fun, Thursday, last (I love saying that) was a poya holiday, so my friends and I decided to posh it out by going to a tea house, or rather a tea lounge, so we ended up at the Dutch Hospital in Fort, don’t let the name fool you, its not really a hospital now, rather a very beautiful area to hang around, you’ll find quaint restaurants, tea shops, shops and place to just hang around.

Its like you literally walk into an area where the past and the present are an ecletic mix, with the older buildings in the Dutch Fort area and across the road the World Trade Center, all metal and urbanized right infront of it.

So we ended up there early waiting for the rest of the gang to show up and ended up moving onto the dilmah t-lounge, since it was a poya we had to call ahead and see if it was open, and yes it was (thankfully) we had hoped to go to the museum unfortunately it was closed.

Anyway the tea lounge was fantastic, the service excellent and the tea menu was to die for.

And after we headed over to the Galle face, walking, sniggering at the numerous couples under  umbrellas and salivating over the not so healthy stuff being sold here and there.

So after we caught a cab and headed for the colombo book fair, just let me say this was a mother loving RUSH, so many books and stalls no way to buy them all (oh the woes of a book lover).

So I managed to find a few books and run, but unfortunately not getting a way to say good bye to my friends proper like because of the crowds.

So that’s what happened last Thursday, this thursday has gone to the bloody dogs, I’m bored as a librarian in a boiler room, and I’m itching to write some thing, I originally planned to write more in this post but, I just cant find the motivation, and guess what –_– its shark week for me again…grr..

Till next time

ever the bored and frustrated,

M

Seriously this week

Why isnt this week moving faster Imma tad pissed off

Responsibilities of a ‘proper’ Sri Lankan and more about the gossip grapevine

 

While my weekend was quite enjoyable, hanging out with old buds and new. After I came back, I felt like something was missing, like something uncomfortable lodged between two ribs on my side. I have yet to figure out what it is.

I’m at work today, no specific lectures for me, but work around here is getting tedious, lots of documentation, I’m not too much of a fan, but at least its something I can do to alleviate my boredom –_– . I’ve been applying here and there trying to see if I can get another by the time my contract here is finished. While it is pleasant enough working here, I must have said this lot of times before, that I am so very jobless and bored most of the time. I’d prefer a job with a bit more action, and a bit more cushioning on my purse wouldn’t hurt either.

This brings me to the topic of Responsibility and Obligations and the horror of having a sri lankan extended family, I believe that everybody has their own responsibilities to themselves and to their family and all that jazz, but there is a difference between helping someone out and living off them.

In a country like sri lanka, if you are sri lankan you would know that there are many people, not only your family, your relatives, that means all of them, your father cousins and uncles and aunts and your mothers side of things, its all a giant jumble, and not to mention your neighbours, your parents friends, your friends parents, the guy who you buy reloads from, to the guy who sells kanda at the top of the road know what you are doing. That means they are all watching to see your rise to greatness or your dramtic fall, which they will whisper talk to each other over a cup of tea and marie biscuit, it might go something like this:

Next door neighbour (at kanda shop) : Ahh give me one kanda, aney did you know that the older girl or Mr So-and-so, just got her degree, must have money ahh.

Kanda Guy : Ah yes, I see that missy all the time waiting for the bus early in the morning.

Neighbour : Yes, but I don’t think the younger one is good at all, always playing with the animals and listening to music

……………………………

Kanda Guy : Machan, have you heard, So-and-so’s loku daughter is now a big shot engineer lu, money neh

Reload fellow : Ah really, the girl who take the bus XXX right? yes yes, she takes reloads from here

Kanda Guy : Atleast the older one is good, the younger one is supposed to be useless it seems.

Reload fellow : Ah really, how do you know?

KG : You don’t need to know that, I am very close to that family. I guess now all she has to do is get married then

…………………………….

Reload Guy (to aunt who uses same shop) : Ah Mrs P, I heard your niece has gotten good results

Aunt : Ahh yes, she has got first class you see, top of the batch (90% of siri lankans exaggerate if you didn’t know)

RG : So is she getting married soon?

Aunt : Why would you say that?

RG : A friend of the family told something like that, I was just wondering

Aunt : Ahh really, well as far as I know, she isnt.

……………………………………

Aunt (on phone to grandmother/brother in UK) : I heard the elder girl was getting married now that she has done he first class

Grandmother: WHAT!!! I wasn’t told, did she even have a boyfriend, this is what happens to the new generation, they forget us as soon as they get higher in life.

Aunt : I know aney, even when I live close, they didn’t even call me and tell, I had to here from a shop boy

…………………………….

So on and on and it will go and by the time you will here of it, you’d have done a Phd, engaged to a rich fellow, having the wedding in the Cinnamon Grand.

This is how your gossip circles will happen most of the time, not that this exact thing has happened personally, its just I have had experience observing such behavior from the family members and neighbours I have known.

With this will come people who will be all, ahh they are rich and educated, why don’t we go ask some money from them, listen you idiots, BEING EDUCATED DOESN’T MEAN WE’RE FILTHY RICH, our parents earned that money the hard way, just because we have enough for a degree doesn’t mean we get high paying jobs at once or that we are swimming in money, or every time we close our drawers we hear *cha-ching* , and if you fail to deliver you are automatically, the evil rich, selfish bastards who don’t deserve your consideration, then you’ll go from an engaged, doctorate earned older daughter, to the fast girl who spent all her parents money on useless private universities.

This is the way the kokis crumbles over here. I get frustrated, I know the good thing is helping people but with some, it ends up with them living off you.

Responsibilities in Sri Lanka, are like a sticky fly trap, once you get caught you cannot leave, you are the subject of gossip and interest, that’s why, in my opinion its best to migrate at some point in your young life to work abroad and enjoy life, come back for marriage and or if you get a good deal take the people who matter back out there. I love Sri Lanka, there is no place on earth I would exchange for my lovely country but sometimes, even patriots can be fed up of all the BS they have to deal with on a daily basis.

Well, I’ll be off for now,

Till next time,

M.

The English language and why I am not so against at the (past) occupation of Sri Lanka

 

The English language, I was thinking earlier this week, is a bit of the pariah tongue, it’s a mix and mash of everything out together and nothing remotely original, sometimes no means yes and yes means no, and sometimes questions are statements when they really are not.

So I genuinely like the English language but it’s a bit of a bastard tongue, I have no problems with it, maybe at one point there was an original language. But then the invaders and defenders and then the conquerors and the conquered all became part of the early British or pre-British empire, which means it was influenced by the Anglo-Saxons, Germanic and Latin languages. Until it has become what it was today.

It is quite interesting to know the history of the language and how it became what it is, or what the basic language from all was, until it was further influenced after the British empire went on conquering and trading with the other countries and then developed certain words that were integrated into it, though some of the root words from old English remain most are now warped or developed according to the time and the use.

What brought my contemplation, who knows, I've been known to pursue strange interests as they strike my fancy, nothing in particular to be sure.

Perhaps because of the history of Sri Lanka, we have a history of occupation by different countries, and how they may have affected us and them alike. The Portuguese, the Dutch and the British had a hand in all that.

So many people would be a tad bitter for the white man who may have come and taken over our lands, all that. I am..strangely enough, not so bitter about the whole thing.

For one, while our little country was in some parts advanced (the magnificent architecture and kingdom building) it was also an Island , that is both the best and the worst part, because while the isolation would have made the country grow and develop, it would still be far behind, if we didn’t have outside influence, maybe I’m a bit of a novice when explaining this, so I will try my best.

Sri Lanka does have a caste system, though it is very much forgotten by the younger generations and not much thought given, these were referred to as Kula. These had more power during the feudal years when the different kingdoms were still in strength, in present times, it is the older generation or the more traditional crowd, mostly from the central province (Kandy and such) and the southern provinces who give a lot of thought to it, I don’t know much about the Northern provinces though I wish I did, as the Kingdom of Jaffna was once a power onto itself, and the eastern provinces too. A list of castes can be found here.

And I have a slight hunch that should we have been allowed to flourish alone and without outside influence that these caste systems might have gotten a tad bit out of hand and the country made more like India and its hopelessness and inability to develop die to its adherence to the caste system and being unable to break free from the rote.

So the invaders did good as well as bad, with their incursions, we learned much, more culture, knowledge, literature, technology, many would say this might also have stunted our growth, but you see Sri Lanka of old wasn’t really a sea-faring exploration happy people, they were content like they are now, maybe its just me, but I would say that Lankans are very much a very relaxed people, who don’t usually go out looking for adventure, except a select few. The furthest we may have gone would be India, Bangladesh, Malaysia/Singapore, etc.…the more closer countries. The trade route helped of course, affectionately termed The Monsoon Marketplace by John Green in one of his crash course episodes.

This is why I’m not very much against the whole thing, there are pros and cons of the whole she-bang, but I’m a glass half-full kind of person, so this is what I think of the whole.

Not that I think that Sri Lankan is useless, my country is a gold mine of culture and marvelous things if you know what you are searching for, we have several literary geniuses, architects, engineers, doctors and all that, I was merely stating, as I will say again..and opinion, my opinion.

Its an interesting topic to be sure, now I feel like I should read up on it more.

I’d like it if my readers left me a comment or their own ideas about their views, its always nice to know what everyone else thinks too.

Till Next Time,

M

IS it done, really? is it?

So I find myself free for the lack of a better word, maybe jobless, but I cant quite say that either, I do have a job, yet it leaves me with a clear schedule most of the time.

I finished my finals, all is done, and there is one presentation then all clear, well as long as I don’t have any resit, Blessed Moon, may I not have any resits, though I am not 100% confident in my first class marks, I know I have a damn good chance of passing.

Its been a melancholy couple of days, I need to find a better paying, better working job, and now that my degree is over I might have way more chances. Sometimes I wonder how people survive, with only saturdays and sundays free, I know I really miss all the free time I had before.

Now I have a crap load of books, anime and movies to catch up on, and not to mention the tv shows.

One of my oldest friends have come down from the UK, so was chatting with him and discovered, how much and how little we had changed. September seems to be the month for meet ups, I’ve got plans for this weekend and the next.

For some reason I feel like I lost something these days, I find myself wondering my room, or back tracking thinking, I know I forgot something, way too many times, I’m going to chalk it up to my mojo. Its all been used up with these past weeks of deadlines, exams and droughts of inspiration. SO I’ve got to build it up. Get some coffee or tea or just get some sun.

I need to go now,

so goodbye for now

M

Ode to the pretty boy in the red shorts

 

It was this wednesday as I got on the 101 bus, a bunch of guys (possibly schooling, I don’t know, they all look very made, with tight shirts and nice shoulders, I saw this one guy in little red shirts, they were not short enough to be short shorts, or long enough to come to the knee, and tight across him bottom, which made my inner girl, purrr, so I need to write this down, you’ll find out why.

When I saw you first you were laughing with your friends,

Snickering and smiling.

School holidays at end.

From the corner of my eye I peeked at your form.

Tight black T-shirt, and those devilish red shorts.

When you got on the bus, I praised my luck.

I really, really, really.

wanted to see your butt.

And so I sidled my sight down,

as you reached up to the railing, your T-shirt slid up.

It was all I could do, to shut my groan up.

Young nubile boys, how you make me blush,

Wide shoulders, nice posteriors and those Adams apple

I just want a touch.

Yet it wasn’t meant to be,

As my bus stop came up.

I choked out excuse me.

And I got the hell out.

Yet you remain in my thoughts,

My sylph in red,

So to you I write this,

Please get out of my head.

I must study for my finals, yet you weave naughty thoughts,

Now shoo you handsome devil,

Red shorts and all.

~M

Self impose Hiatus and control

 

So the last few weeks, I put most everything on hold, movies, anime (well except SnK), new music, books (YES, IT IS TORTURE). With the ultimate goal of studying my bottom off, so far, its working to a certain extent. So I won’t put up a long post today, you can expect a long one next week or so, I am still completing my Gagra story, for anyone who even reads it, you can find the chapters so far on the right side of the blog.

And this is September so I have a lot of things planned, I just hope it does stay on plan, free time ahead and after this Fridays exam and a viva on Sunday I am home free from any studies, WOOHOO. And I can start job hunting, while the current post is okay, I need something with a bit more action and actual work, September will have me baking (oh sweet sugar cakes the things I could make), hanging out with friends, watching a back log of anime and tv series, art-ing, sleeping, and generally sitting in front of my laptop with a cup of tea  :3, I am also going to the Logos Book-ship , yes book ship, it’s a ship with books. Haven't decided when though, and the book fair.

So much to do so little time.

So I leave you with this, Happy september and may the odds be ever in your favour.

M

P.S. Have some art I scribbled yesterday

Of Dancers and Drama

 

My first final was yesterday, it was an okay paper I’m not terribly happy with how I did it but cant really help, as far as I know, its dead and buried, so I shant speak of it.

I also noticed that I use a lot of mixed English, when I mean mixed English I mean the different slang terms, pronunciations, and wordings, for instance, I wrote something recently on reddit and happened to mention a bus halt, someone asked me if we say bus halt rather than bus to here in SL, yes we do, is it british, is it American, not really sure. This is what you call Sri Lankan English, its completely legitimate.

Topic change ;)

I ended up drawing a sketch of Roldolf Nureyev, for those who are not in the know he is one of the best male ballet dancers of all time second only to Vaslav Nijinsky (in my opinion anyway.

Here he is pictured with the most beautiful and talented Julie Andrews.

and him alone here:

This reminds me of the golden era of performers, the ones who had the purest of talent untouched by special effects, auto-tune or voiceovers. By the way this was not really oh look hot guy, now I like the olden days things, I do truly treasure those golden years, the early 1900’s particularly was a magnificent age of art and dance and the consecutive years showed the fruits through the artists of the time, through dance and music, to art and pop culture.

Sure history is written by the victors of wars, remembered through the battles won, lands gained and lost. But it is civilizations’ advancement through the invention, and innovation of man that is the evaluator , is not Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Bellini , Van Gogh, Picasso, down in history, what about Plato, Socrates, Descartes, Yan Xishan( Came across him when I was helping my sister revise) , Neruda, Keats, Shakespeare. Wars may be what tells us what happened when one man and another butted heads, but it is the art and beauty of that age that is remembered dearly, no one wants to remember bloody fields and death counts, (maybe some would but that’s not the point).

The creativity of the human race must be celebrated think of the person who came by the wheel, bless his face, whoever he is , if not for him where would we be?

I find myself going off topic so much these days, actually everyday.

I ended up skyping with some really old school friends, one who I hadn't spoken t in like 4 years, we ended up talking nonsense, making fun of each other and generally having a good time. I also ended up giving them my tumblr url then burning in shame that they see how advance I am in my education of the world…also the fact that I drew pr0n, seemed to to affect them too much.

Sometimes I think of how I have changed, people say change comes gradually, I think for me its comes like those old cartoons where Wile E. Coyote is running, and ends up off a cliff and falls only when he looks down, that’s how I view the change in my life, it hits me all at once with the world falling out beneath my feet. And I end up banging my head on the wall and going, I cant believe I was that stupid.

I also want to say sorry for that last post if it was too depressing, all I can say it, I was on that time of the month XD.

I seriously cant wait for my exams to end, my mother is taking me saree shopping, I’m not much of a fan, not really easy to walk or run in, and by the heavens, going to the ladies room is a task in itself.

I’m supposed to be studying for my thermodynamics paper on Tuesday, not too fond of the subject, but I do like some areas of it, the theoretical parts anyway. I ended up studying in the morning, then reading ‘The Dragon Reborn’, the third book in the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan, I wont even try to explain it to anyone, it is an epic, its has the cliché thing about the the chosen one vs. evil, but nothing about this story is cliché, just reading one book puts a heavy burden on you like you are one of characters and you are yourself deeply embroiled in the heavy business going around. Unlike the ASOIF series (Game of thrones, book series, for the tv series fans) you can actually imagine yourself as a character in the universe, now in the GoT universe you don’t want that with everyone dying, you’d have a fraction of a chance to survive past lunch.

jeez gotta go,

Later Gator,

M

A post about me.

As I stated before, I find myself bored yet again, so I am blogging, I feel a headache creeping in, the point behind my eyes ache and my shoulders feel knotted, I feel strange about putting up my problems here but, then again, this is my blog and for once people, just listen.

Sometimes I feel that even when I am in a crowd people tend to not hear my words, literally, either they ignore me or just forget my presence. I’ve long grown used to it; maybe there is an air of something about me. The same something that makes people talk to me and tell me things they wouldn’t usually tell, and I listen and keep those whispered, laughing spoken, tearfully confessed tidbits to myself, because they are precious, should they be colorful pieces of cloth, I’d store them in tiny glass bottles and hide them in a treasure chest, because the human condition fascinates me, it is an enigma, the beautiful dark blots, the glaring whites and the multitude of grays in between. I would gladly be your scribe and your chronicler, let me embrace your mind and your memories, what these ears hear or eyes see, this mouth will not speak, nor this hand write.

For all those beautiful people who have confided in me, thank you, you are all precious to be, thank you for giving me your voices.

But this comes at a price, there are so many things that I yearn to speak to tell, sometimes even I wish that there is someone to hear my words when I fall into those bouts of sudden depression, no one really knows about them except once person, one really close friend who I managed to confess to. I am eternally grateful for her; she is one of those people whose existence saves mine. For she is the only one my tongue will loosen, not my parents nor my siblings.

For those who know me close and are my good friends, even those who just hang around me would never know me being depressed to such an extent. I’m always laughing and smiling, and making awkward jokes, even when I want to cry or just fall to the floor and hug my knees, I might get angry occasionally, maybe pissed off sometimes, sometimes nervous and confused, but no one ever sees when I am depressed, I’m too good at hiding it, but there is a book that I keep, one that I write in when I feel like the dirt beneath my feet. It is filled with a story of a man, trapped in a dark room, starving and drowning in the darkness. The story starts and stops over the various periods of depression, I feel like I should burn it sometimes, it is a memoir to the darkest parts of my life. But then again I keep it, it is the truest part of me that I can think of, and I do not want to lose that.

I can say without any hesitation, I am like a leaf in the wind sometimes, yet sometimes this wind is a gale that threatens to tear me apart. Responsibilities and Expectations, I want to groan and turn away but they catch me, responsibilities hold me to a path made for me, studies and jobs, where I am today, and expectations hold me to my word, expected to hold on when the path is not what you want, expected to get good grades and become the provider. Expected to smile and get on with my life when I want to scream and cry. I am expected to hold back my tears and swallow my cries of pain and just move on.

It just gets hard to move on, but the thing is I do, people rely on me to not break to hold their hand and to high five them and to tell them it gets better,  so I do, because I genuinely care about you, and I know the importance of have someone to be your soundboard, this is why no matter how much I am sick inside, and tired, I will always be there to answer your calls, to give you the pat on your back and the hug. It is the reason why I hand make each birthday card, anniversary card and just strange cards for my friends and family, because to me you are all special and you deserve to be differentiated from the masses on that one day, you are special to yourself.

I am not asking for special treatment, I am not asking for anything, for once, just listen and keep my secret, bottle it up and hide it away in some secret place.

This is my confession, this is my story.

Thank you, dear reader.

For listening or rather reading my words.

Forever yours,

The melancholic M

The usual mismash, exam prepping and thoughts in the evening

So I’ve been recovering from a horrid cough/sneeze fest from last week, still a tad sniffy, but recovering well. Also with my finals coming up, so I’m studying and prepping all in all. I’m bored that’s for sure, studies were never the thing that held my interest, maybe a random topic, but never for long. I’ve tried many many times to study some subjects but I find myself unable to concentrate. Work is far more boring than I thought, and my laptop just died on me, there is something wrong with my charger or something, and I have no way to confirm till I get home.
So here I am blogging, yawning periodically and sighing. I’m taking the day off tomorrow anyway to study; I have an exam on Thursday. I find myself thinking on things long past and things that may be, I’m not usually this contemplative, but I think any girl on her period is allowed to be a tad moody,[sorry gents if that made you cringe, but that’s a fact of life] thoughtful is a mood I often find myself in, at other times its just mad at the world and craving tea.
I found myself in the bus yesterday somewhere around 6.25 and 6.30 in the evening, I had gotten a window seat and my hair banglets were blowing behind me, and realised that this was now one of my favourite times of the day. It is not quite dusk and not the night, but darkness has fallen but it still has the aftertaste of sun in its mouth, the wind that blows though the window has a hint of relief in it, cool and comforting as if to say, come on buddy let’s get you home. Not that I don’t like the day, while it is sometimes very warm the best part of the day is when the first rays of the day strike your face, not the hot, sweaty kind of warmth, but like the warm of freshly buttered toast or the feeling of peppermint facewash when you wash it off.
My cat Cleo seems to be pregnant again, so we’re trying to keep her healthy and not try to kill her periodically by smushing her with hugs, she lost her kittens last time because she wasn’t able to feed them properly, the only person more distraught than her was probably me, since I was the one who sat with her while she gave birth and moved around the kittens so she wouldn’t accidently sleep on them.
I mourn the time I don’t have, I wish I had some extra time to go eat ice cream with my friends, or just bake weird things, but as the year comes to an end I realize things might just get better. Because sometimes it seems that it cant get worse, yet it does, it grows darker and darker, bu then the sun shines and continues to shine though, so I wait for my sunshine for now, and it will come I am sure of it.
Oh also yesterday I saw a bus conductor who looked like Bruce Willis, so those who travel on the 101 Moratuwa-Pitakotuwa bus just keep an eye out, you might just meet the guy.
I’m bored and so I might put up another post today, or not, I feel restless…and now I am craving something chocolaty.
But I’ll have to wait, its lunch now. So I’m off .
Till next time dear readers.
M
P.S. *NSYNC did a comeback am totally psyched.

On deadlines, hush-hush situations and B.S. levels

 

So before anything, this is an old post that I didn’t upload, this was supposed to go up a week before.

So this post may contain strong personal opinions, possible swearing and an author who

Before I begin anything I want to thank everyone for the feed back for my post on tolerance and misconceptions of the feminist views, I got some very good feedback, people told me that they felt quite the same and ended up in lengthy discussions about the many sides of feminist values, It is seriously like a six-sided dice, but I wont go into it today.

So 2 weeks ago, I had a serious deadline, its so serious that if I don’t meet it, I will end up the useless child for the rest of my life (refer JehanR's Golden child and useless child) and my mom, made me a flask of tea to keep me company while I typed and calculated and facebook-ed in the sidelines.

So I was looking forward to a nonsense post about me and all that, but then I got that itch, to write something. So many people are completely unawares of the undercurrents of BU115h1t, that has been flying around considering one certain incident in Grandpass, for those not in SL, let me give a brief intro, as I have stated before there are different factions here, both who have neatly pocketed themselves into ‘buddhist’ and ‘muslim’, zealots all of them, now the problem with zealots, is that they are ZEALOTS, they take everything too far, and way out of context. There are more incidents than I care to note, but this one incident that happened in the dark hours of Saturday, the 10th was what surprised me. No one would have expected such a horrid thing to happen, now that was the night I was pulling an all nighter, and through a message from a friend, I get to know that some bad shit is going down, now we knew that there was some bad blood here but no one expected a mosque to be attacked or a riot, and when I ended up trying to scour the online news articles, I found…rather it was what I didn’t find, there were about 2 articles, and it gave no indication of what was really happening or what was the current situation.

It was at this point I remembered I had some friends living in that area, one lived far away to still be aware of the clash but be safe from the whole situation, but the other was unfortunately caught in it, when I met my friend this week , I was shocked to see the injuries (while not fatal at all, were completely unwarranted .)

Now this coupled with the excessively rude posts and cyber bullying that these individuals hatch online, just makes this all silly, silly and rude. What's more is that they attack people based on hunches and a very skewed and illogical thinking. They basically attack anyone with an opinion. Personally, I think the whole thing is, (pardon my french) bullshit, Now I may be a bystander and maybe not 100% in the know, but I know what has happened was a complete rubbish bin.

So I won’t speak more about this, it has become utterly ridiculous , a media circus focusing on only one side of the heavily made up, powered and painted story while the other half of the cracked and broken up truth is conveniently swept under the rug.

Since this is actually something that happened a couple of weeks ago, I bet some of you had already forgotten what happened that day, such is the way of Lankans, we forget some, we remember some, but only to our convenience.

Till next post,

M

The Road to Gagra, Chapter 2 : Travelling companions

CHAPTER 2

When we last left our adventurer, she was riding off into the sunset, or rather the sunrise if you ‘re into the particulars.

Now Dammi, our protagonist, was a girl prepared, she brought plenty of tea, cookies, clean underwear and towels, one thing she forgot was water, so we find her by the side of the wooded road, by her motor buggy, sniveling over the fact that she had tea and cookies, but no water to make the tea .

She was so absorbed in her ranting that she didn’t see when a strange bespectacled creature came walking around a corner on the road. She didn’t notice him right until he came and said, “Excuse me , miss.”In a gravelly tone Halting Dammi mid-wail, “Is anything wrong, you seem quite upset.”

It was only then that Dammi got her first look at the stranger; he was short, furry and cute as a button, not to mention he wore the most curious waistcoat that she has ever seen.

“Oh it is nothing,” replied Dammi, “I was merely complaining about the world and its unjustness, I’m Dammi by the way,” she added with a smile.

And the strange, furry short being said, “I’m Thomas, the traveler ,” touching two clawed fingers to his hat For he wore a hat, a mini sombrero, held on his head by a faded blue ribbon tied under his furred chin.

“The Traveler,?” she asked, “Is that some kind of title,” as she walked around the buggy to get closer to Thomas.

“Yes, I am the appointed Traveler, of my people.” He added with a theatrical bow. Now that Dammi was closer enough to see Thomas, she found that his hat wearing head only came up to her mid-thigh. He wore only a strange looking belt with many pouches, a colorful patchwork backpack and his mini-sombrero, His hands and feet were tipped by short claws, in short he looked like a cross between a beaver and a squirrel.

Kneeling, so she was eye to eye with this new being, “Just who are your people? I have never seen someone of your kind.” She added unsure how to proceed in this sort of situation.

“Why my dear, we are the Chosur, we live up there in the mountains,” he said gesturing wildling behind him.

“I’ve never heard of the Chosur,” Dammi said, looking at Thomas, “Well Mr Traveler, then it is an honor indeed, you see I am myself a traveler, rather an adventurer.”

Looking around seeing no one, she bends closer to Thomas and whispers, “I’m on a quest you see, a quest to find Gagra.”

“Gagra?,” he muttered, the furry guy looked at her, and said in a curious tone, “Gagra, but that is...well that is..” he trailed off, “I seemed to have forgotten something,”

Wide eyed, Dammi grabs Thomas and says, “DO YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS?, oh please please tell me,” pleading and dropping Thomas.

Adjusting his sombrero and his pack he says, “Uhh well, I believe I might have been there at some point but that memory seems to have faded, it could be the work of an obliviation machinator or a magician. Of what little I remember of Gagra, I do remember a large tree, a river and a band of dancing red people.”

Dammi was shell shocked, merely a day into her quest she finds a mysterious clue in the form of Thomas the traveler, she asks tentatively, “Can you tell me, or give me any sort of clue ?”

“Well, I can’t, he says.” He tugs at his belt nervously and cringes when Dammi mutters in disappointment, “But I can find someone who can help.” He adds.

“REALLY!!” she exclaims and hugs the Chosur, “Well, What are we waiting for, get on, let’s go meet them.” She says as she runs to the buggy.

“Wait, Miss Dammi, it is getting dark we should make camp, we wil make way tomorrow, it is on the way to where I am going so I can introduce you too.” He said gesturing to the gathering darkness, the trees had fallen oddly quiet and the shadows had grown longer, Dammi shivered.

“I guess you have a point, “she gulped as she heard the howling of some strange creature. “Indeed,” the Chosur added with a grin, I will make us some dinner and tell you the story of who we will meet, he is Welika, the greatest sorcerer this side of Tampanni.”

And so our protagonist and her new travelling companion settled in for the night, by the side of the road to Gagra, bordered by the deep, dark woods.

The Road to Gagra, Chapter 1 : Introducing Our Erstwhile Protagonist

gentle meioa’s so, I’m sort of juggling with this fic, and yes it might have a few lankan hints so yeah, enjoy, I might update this like twice weekly so lay down your thoughts on what you think and what should happed I’d like to make this an interactive thing.

The road to Gagra was a peculiar road, it was the only road in all of Tampanni, it twisted and turned and at some stretched it was so straight that you thought the very horizon stood on its edge. Now, this road is oft travelled, but never from one corner to another, this is because no one really knew where it started or where it ended, and if someone did try to find one end, they often ended up travelling for years and getting off the road for the sake of sanity and a permanent bathroom fixtures. But our protagonist is no mere mortal, she is Dammi, daughter of Thani, daughter of Maniq, so she was a mortal with a pedigree, she came from a family of adventurers, why, her oldest brother Yenu, had gone adventuring in the Kanamadiri Forest the moment he reached his man-age. And often sent home packages filled with strange aboriginal jewelry (most times curse), beaded cloths (ma said it was a death shroud) and pickled and dried body parts of the various animals found in the forest, her older sister Namu had ridden off to the plains of the Behatta desert, there she sometimes remembered to sent them a letter or two when the effects of the cactus juice wore off. Dammi’s coming of age was a big thing, being the youngest of three means, you get spoiled rotten and at the same time have high hopes, so Dammi’s parents had prepared a ship to travel from Tampanni to Ingira. Now our protagonist, she isn’t like the rest of her family you see, she’s a lot more laid back, she wouldn’t mind living alone, being catered to her every whim by oiled pretty boys, she liked power, so early on she decided to herself, I’m going to be the most powerful, the most awesome ruler of Tampanni, granted she was 8 and no one believed her, but woe to them because shortly after she turned 13, she found a sure fire way to ensure her claim of true despotism, but according to her family she had responsibilities, so she decided, will wait till my woman-age, so on the night before she turned 18, she packed a bag with her belongings, a few boxes of tea, a tin of chocolate biscuits, she kissed the cheeks of her snoring parents and sneaked off into the night on her motor-buggy.

Now the aforementioned plan to despotism, that Dammi had come about was about the potential discovery of the beginning of the route to Gagra, and also, where in the world is Gagra, she had scoured the texts, the books and questioned wise old men and fools, but no one, NO ONE, knew what, where or who , was Gagra. So she thought one day after a pondering cup of tea, “I want to own the road to Gagra.” And so it was decided.

 

~End of Chapter 1~

Freedom of Belief and Miss Feminism: Miss-conceptions, Miss-understandings and Miss- apprehensions

So this is one of those rare posts where I tackle a more serious issue on the whole.
So I wanted to make a post about this to clear up some misconceptions and get my thoughts out there, before I begin let me say that I am not easily offended, I respect everyone’s beliefs and you are welcome to state yours in the comments below.
Now as a personal belief, I was brought up in a Christian household but one of my parents are from a Buddhist background (though this never actually affected me in anyway, i.e. difference of religions), I have never attended Sunday school, because both my parents worked and Sundays were the only real days they had a day off. But we did visit the different temples and kovils around Sri Lanka, and tried to attend church whenever we could. While I am not a deeply religious person, I do believe in God, and I believe that there are reasons things happen, I merely tend to go with the flow, I don’t believe that we must leave everything to divine intervention, one of my personal views is that, God doesn’t help those who don’t help themselves, he gave man free will to do as such, to believe in what we want to believe and why we need to believe it. And personally I harbor no hatred or contempt for those of other religions, because I went to mixed school, two of my closest friends were Muslim and Hindu, what I learned from growing up with them, I brought to my current views on the subject. It is basic courtesy to not eat or drink in front of someone who is fasting, its is also basic courtesy to not comment on ones religious and cultural beliefs. I came across this disturbing point as I was asking a Muslim friend about the pilgrimage to Mecca as I had watched a documentary about it the day before, my friend was cautious about answering the question as if expecting me to say some derogatory comment about the subject, but then did eventually warm up to the topic and explained to me about it all. I was surprised that I was NOT surprised that my friend would be cautious about this, since some individuals are trying to stoke the coals of war on this particular subject. And there are a few other friends with whom I avoid talking about the subject completely, I am sad that those that I associate with have such blunt and shuttered worldviews, and I will not be blaming them as many do, “Ahh, it is the way they were brought up, bad parenting.” This particular saying is not an excuse at all, I prefer to think that the way I was brought up and the way I grew up are different, you are the one who choses to believe or adopt an idea, and I will underline the fact Free Will. Regardless of your parenting, you must always strive to educate yourself so you may know more about life and the people around you. If you see people around me talking about subjects that involve the harassing or the ridiculing of people based solely upon their religious beliefs, culture, race, creed, etc., you will se me flinch and turn my head. There is only so much I can do, from personal experience I can tell you, dear reader, that when I attempted to defend this, to explain in a very reasonable tone, I was jeered at and ignored, (you just wait, what would you know, you’re just a girl, ahh you just think he is cute, why are you defending him/her, if you like them so much you should marry them), within the brackets you can see an example of what I have come across. I don’t hate you fools, But I do pity you, I pity the fact that you do not know, what it is like. Sri Lanka being a country, where the majority of the citizens are Buddhists, the rest might get a bit fuzzy. Now we had suffered enough, for 30 years there was a horrible was in this little country, one which I do not want to talk about because I believe while we should not forget the past, we should learn to forgive and live towards the future.
I wish there was someway to educate those people, but not everything is as easy as cheese, so while I can pray that these individuals get some sense into them form the gods above or the devils below, I will quote John Cleese for the purpose of a punch line to this topic.

Now onto the next topic : Feminism
Some of my girl friends and I talk about this topic once in a while, so I wanted to write a piece about this too.
What really is feminism,
OED: “Feminism”: 1. The qualities of females.
2. [After F. feminism.] Advocacy of the rights of women (based on the theory of equality of the sexes).
(term coined in the 19c.)
‘Advocacy of the rights of women’, now while this is correct, and gender equality applies and workplace equality, I want to get down to the little things.
Now in a society such as where I live in Sri Lanka, there is the belief (culture not religious) that all girls should be ladylike and act as such, respect your elders, respect your husband, respect the males and all that, Our country is one where arranged marriages still happen, whether people like it or not. Now while I am all for the respect of elders and people in general, I also expect that respect is returned, you see, respect works both ways.
What really incensed me is the way girls or women are talked about our society today, the mere showing of skin between your jeans and t-shirt, if your blouse billows open at the tops, if your dress is too tight, if you sit with your legs apart, if your skirts are too short, if your t-shirts are too low cut, if you wear heels, if you wear make up, if you don’t smile, and if you do smile.
Let me tell you a few things, I personally have experienced these things, now when I walk anywhere I don’t know and men are on the road I keep my head down and walk a bit faster and tighten the hold on my bag, I ignore the “ahh nangi’s” [translation : ahh little sister] and the hoots, and if I am waiting for someone on the road (one instance I was waiting after classes for my dad to pick me up) a group of boys passed, now let me tell you, would you smile at  bunch of complete strangers on the road? NO, so when I ignored them and pretended to fiddle with my mobile, I heard them not so silently saying, (wedek neha, machan, eki hinawenne wath neha ne – TRANSLATION : Not worth is dude, she wont even smile), so If I don’t smile I am a stiff and if I do smile, to them it would mean that I am interested in them and not just being genial. And one more thing that  have personally come across is my field of study, as I have put up on other posts, I am a mechanical engineering student, now this is a field that not many girls have chosen, and many in SL don’t even want to poke into, though I have come across a few brave souls (Yowza ladies!), I have been asked by lecturers, engineers and many other people, “this is not exactly a girl’s field is it? are you sure about this? It is a hard working field, will you be able to take on the responsibilities?” Guess what people, Yes, Yes and Yes. Now this is at a private university in SL, in the local universities, the female students and stuff have to endure even more horrifying and cringe worthy treatment, now I once attended an IT course in a local university (I wont say which and please do not ask) and in that class there was a girl who was also a language teacher at the same local uni, she was a very nice and polite girl, we got along well. Even the status of being a teacher didn’t exclude her from the verbal abuse and jokes, I remember one incident while the both of us were walking outside of the university, (she was holding a large umbrella, monsoon season) a bunch of university boys were walking by us and they were making rude and vulgar comments on the umbrella, and joking about, now at that time, I wasn’t sure about what to make of it so I looked at she, she just smiled and said, “Oh, don’t mind they are always like that.” 
It broke my heart that this sweet girl had to undergo this everyday, and should I also mention the fact that girls wearing a tad more modern-ish clothes at the local uni is asking for a rag, namely tight jeans, crop tops, sneakers, etc.
Now I want you, dear reader to see, the above paragraphs to see where I actually used the word ‘Feminism’ when referring to my experiences, didn’t find one did you?
so let me start now then. Society tells women to be lady like, to cross their legs, to cover their skin, to walk one way, talk one way and act one way, it is effectively taking away the very things that make us female, women like to be women, we like to dress nice, or comfortable, whether it is in short shorts or baggy pajamas, we like sneakers AND high heels, we like putting on makeup or we don’t, we are too sexual creatures so we should be able to talk about topics such as sex and sexuality without being harassed as being slutty or ‘asking for it’.
Another thing that I have come across, that makes me very sad is that women do not know their importance, their worth, there are women that give up careers to look after children and they are happy with that, (Well, I am not happy for you my dear), there are girls who only want to grow up get married and have babies (well I love babies and want to have them too) but you must be aware that you could be so much more, you could be an educator, an artist, a designer, an engineer, an astronaut, you could be bloody well anything, and don’t let society take it away.
I was once turned away from  a job because I was female, because the management thought that I wont be able to perform as well and they didn’t want to take a risk (even though I broke my back during their evaluation period, it all came down to my gender). I have girlfriends who wont do this or that because their boyfriends do want them to, I personally wouldn’t agree to that, a relationship is something that is a partnership, not a monopoly.
I need feminism so that women can know about what it means to be a woman, what it means to be female and to respect themselves and appreciate themselves more.
I have heard people complaining, “ara pissu gani, eki monada danne?” [TRANSLATION : That stupid woman, what would she know] or “oya kellek neh”[TR: Well you’re a girl, that’s why], too many times, it was a girl who bore you, it was a woman that held you in her own body for nine months, it was she who endured pain to give you life, it was she who fed you and clothed you (But I have the utmost respect to the single fathers, the uncles, brothers, grandfathers and guardians who have done so too, so don’t get my words wrong) It would also have been a female teacher you have in school, it would be a female you will marry (if not..RIGHT ON BRODA!) and it will be a female who will one day bear your children, now what is stupid about this woman? is it that she gave birth to you, or taught you, or loved you.
And one more thing, if someone calls you a feminist, don’t back track don’t say, “well no I’m not a feminist but I think this…” say yes, be proud and say “Why are you threatened by me,?”
You must learn to fight for yourself first ladies, don’t let anyone say anything different, remember everyone is an individual, no man was made more equal than the other, it is we who makes ourselves.
So recently I came across a post, rather a video by a certain lady by the name of Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche for TEDx titled ‘we should all be feminists’
I encourage everyone to watch it not only the ladies

Till next time, Dear reader

Killer Heels, Peter Capaldi and Sassy Hawking

So today was the first day that I ‘officially’ did my demonstration/instructions, of course the first few tries are going to be bumpy, overall it was okay, the first group had me stumbling over some of my words, since I think faster than I talk, and sometimes when the questions were asked I did do a total blond moment where I went ‘errrrrrrrrr’, other than that the rest was going smoothly. I did forego lunch though, not enough time and the schedules were hectic. and here I am with half an hour to spare before I punch out, blogging, I don’t mind, it gives me a different perspective and how I view the whole of my day.

And the term ‘Killer Heels’, I now understand it on a very personal level, they do literally kill your heels, toes and everything down. My toes were literally numb –_– .

Also while waiting for my students to finish I did google who the big star is, the 12th Doctor, A Peter Capldi, he’s older than Matt or Tennant, but you know what they say old is gold and he is a Timelord , I am anxious to see how it turns out with him and JLC in the mysterious bluebox. But before everything the DW anniversary is going to be the death of me, Matt, David and John Hurt O_O “THINGS WILL HAPPEN” mark my works, and fans will be horrified, heartbroken and shake their fists in the air at Steven Moffat.

He was in fires of Pompeii, when Tennant was the Doc, with Donna ( <3 ) , fun fact : K.Gillian was also there as a priestess of some weird undead thing

Speaking of the Moff, I caught the Sherlock S3 trailer, and while it had the appropriate suspense and thriller feel, I think I speak for 90% of the fandom when I say, Martin Freeman stole the show, or rather his glorious ‘stache did, I found my self giggling and muttering, ‘Rawla, Rawla’ (translation ‘stache, ‘stache ). I hope its worth the wait, people have been born and died between the last episode of S2 and the beginning of S3. :/

Also, Readers you know that I am currently reading ‘The theory of everything’, I came across 1 chapter, which reads ‘Blackholes ain’t so black’ all I could think was, Hawking, you sassy bastard.

Plus (I’m geeking out for a moment, blackholes really are not what you think they are –_- they have axes and are actually bright :/ and basically their nature can be summed up as “What happens in a blackhole, stays in a Blackhole”

What a world, anyway that’s if for me for today, busy day tomorrow too, my schedule I up there.

Till next time,

M

On Cecil Baldwin, kickass female characters and the Theory of Everything

 

So I’ve been hired again, this time by my own campus, where I’ll be playing lab instructor, so far the job is quite boring, this being the second day and the schedules not yet set, its still a bit weird working under the lecturers and counselors that I originally knew as a student, but I feel like I might be able to acclimatize, judging from previous experiences, I think that is what will definitely happen.

So I spend my ‘free’ time, sitting at the desk with my laptop infront of me, trying to finish up my final project, setting up and listing the practical testing procedures and of course blogging. I started this blog as a way to cool off and let go of the tension that accumulates and just blurb it out to the rest of the interwebs, therefore I find myself back on track. I also found myself rereading Stephen Hawking’s Theory of Everything (I mean the book, so don’t pull the ‘Einstein did it’ card on me). While I didn’t pursue Physics more than my advanced levels, I do have a passion for the subject, specifically Nuclear Fission, fusion and the mysteries of Astrophysics and cosmology. It might sound like a headful of smartypants, but I do genuinely understand and follow these topics for shits and giggles.

Getting back on track, I tend to write things down on this book, whether it is agreements, disagreements, jokes, vague and not so vague sci-fi references, insults to various physicists and so on, this isnt even a text book, or something I would normally buy for myself (I’m hoarding to buy some Sanderson and Butcher), I got this for christmas from my brother, he didn’t even know I was a closet physics nerd. Anyways here are some pictures:

Yeah, not exactly excellent quality, if it was, you could see the Doctor Who comment

Yes, I do jeer the russians on this page, tsk tsk Lifshitz and Khalatnikov, I love you but No, seriously NO

Coming away from Theories and all that, I want to point everyone in the direction of an absolutely excellent podcast [genre, plain fun and entertainment], its called ‘Welcome to Nightvale’ this is basically a radio show of the local radio station from a small town called nightvale in the America, run by the Radio DJ, He of the smooth voice, Cecil Baldwin, the stories he talk about involve the mayor, the town council, the thing that is the station manager, the various hooded figures, the dog park (which we aren't supposed to know about), the sheriff's secret police, the army from the the annals of the bowling alley (lane5) and of course Carlos, beautiful, honey voiced, smooth skinned, (Cecil’s supercrush) Carlos.

My Night vale fanart :3

This series is undeniable fun to listen to and makes anyone quirk their lips up in humor. Try it out.

Also Gentlemeioa’s, yes I did say that, probably because I am reading Jean Johnson’s ‘Theirs not to reason why’, its an excellent series, I’m on book number 3, if you are into Military Sci-fi, Telekinetic abilities and a kick ass no-nonsense female main character, you should definitely check this out.

That Ia, the main characater, no middle name, no last name, Just Ia

I’m also a massive fan of Ilona Andrews and the most recent book Magic rising was also excellent, once again awesome female character, this time urban fantasy , paranormal, sword fighting, etc.

Yeesh this lab is cold, I’m freezing and the only thing that is keeping my hand from going all shivery is my typing  -_- ,  I have a shit load of work to complete, and movies to watch, Pacific Rim, R.I.P.D., Man of steel, wolverine, Despicable Me 2, but all after September, and also it helps that I;ve a bunch of friends who agreed to have a massive hang out after this.  We found this fancy tea lounge that we want to hit up, and I want to sneak onto some isso wadey. With the Colombo book fair coming up, this holiday after my studies are gonna be heaven.

I was hoping for a day sleeping in tomorrow (saturday) since I have classes on in the afternoon, but I realized that I have very little office wear, all those t-shirts and Jeans and sneakers, not really responsible of me to wear them here, so shopping in the morning (atleast I’m getting shoes) . So Imma leave you loverlies with this bit.

Adios

M

Commercializing Hate

I don't usually write quite seriously or on a topic of certain sensitive matter , if one could call it that.

Hate has become quite the fad nowadays, and surprisingly its catching. I was under the impression that the current generation was far more open minded and accepting of the whole view and not the keyhole view on important topics. The emergence of the hate groups, which are unbelievably racist and controversial have proved me wrong over and over again, and what astounds me is that the main supporters are not the older generation waiting to pull out their old grievances but the younger generation who have yet to see the impact that this might have a a mending nation.
For nearly thirty years our country was nearly torn into pieces by a war which at the last few years of its existence was a bloody massacre on both sides, the reasons unclear and now that it has finally been put down, why are people still so bloodthirsty for another war that could tear and bring down the tentative relationships between the people of our country.

While I may not be on top of each an every update of the various situations in the country, I sure do understand the basic gist of the whole she-bang. When One accuses, the other retaliates, this becomes a dangerous tennis game where one group will end up getting beaten up by the other and then the second group responds likewise, then after all the bloodshed and mayhem, what exactly will be left behind, other than strange brown stains in the middle of the road, a bad taste in society’s mouth and a dark spot in everyone’s mind. What I am trying to say is that while a party may say something that may be against your views and insulting, sometimes retaliating is not the answer, while we must always be up to the task of defending our honour and beliefs, the understanding of where the line is drawn and where it should not be crossed must be imprinted on everyone. While the saying ‘An eye for an eye’ could be used, it is also taken horribly out of context, because ‘An eye for an eye, will leave the whole world blind.’ And merely turning the other cheek will not work.

I may say this and try to explain why, from all you might hear the words, but who will listen, thus is how the wheel turns. There is invariably that part of our being, of our very makeup that will not listen that wishes to rebel and to fight till the end, even the most pacifistic person has a stubborn streak.

Human nature will not change, now or in the near future, for we are creatures of war and of survival, the large portions of our history are recorded through wars, the survival of wars or the events leading up to wars, though the past can not be changed and the future in indeterminable, we can at least try to reign ourselves in, and maybe be able to survive a few thousand years more without wiping ourselves out.

What particularly made me want to write this piece was that when wars end, people are left in a state of ‘jetlag’, a hangover of sorts, so like any other addict suffering withdrawal, there is an underlying need for strife, one man proposes a war-like cause and the others grab on to it like drowning men and go along with it.

With todays media, these are still being wide spread, with the social media sites such as facebook, twitter, blogger , these causes are being advertised, people are shamed for going against the directives and rules of this one group. What does this accomplish but more problems, maybe its just me, a girl behind a keyboard, maybe I’m not worth listening or even reading this post, but the thing is, there are people who look and people who see, people who talk, and people who say, people who hear and people who listen, what I am saying is , try to find which one you are, and where you fit into the whole cake mix.

With that said, I must leave,

farewell readers, M

The Cat Life: A Eulogy

In the June of 2010, during a FIFA world cup match, specifically the match between Argentina and South Korea, it was decided that  my sister and I would be FINALLY allowed to get a pair of kittens, I personally decided that my kittens named would be decided but this specific football match, so yeah, just in case you were confused on why I mentioned the FIFA world cup. I had decided that my kitten would be named after the star player of the winning team of that match I was watching, and so that is how my darling Messi, came to be named so.


If you are reading this, yes, this is meant to be a eulogy, and for those who knew him, they would know what a great cat he was, how beautiful and handsome, how dashing and devious and how he kept us sane in moments of madness.

Messi was always a survivor, the eldest of three in a family, his youngest brother Kida, went to kitty heaven first, he was the sickly sort, though he lived his life to the fullest, the little fur ball was forever a brat and I would call him the nawwa to Messi’s pissu pusa. Then there was the middle brother, Rocky,adopted by our cousin who lived next door, he was a scruffy one, he and Messi had adventures all over the neighbourhood, and I bet had all the pussycats yowling into the night, they were a team.

That is Rocky on the left and Messi on the right.

And soon they began to take over the neighbourhood, the local alley cats didn’t like that one bit, the handsome tiger striped brothers off to conquer the tiny neighbourhood that we lived in. There were weeks upon weeks of battle where yowling and cat fights were quite common and I occasionally ran into the alley cats trying to sneak into our house to booby trap the brothers, but that could never be. And like all wars it was not without casualties,  Rocky departed the good life after an unfortunate event, where I personally think it was a poisoning, there was no other way to bring these two down. Furthermore Rocky had been in a weakened state due to the weeks of fighting and inadequate food.

Alone he stood, My Messi, the lone king of the hill, his retaliation was deadly, he took the neighbourhood with an iron paw, he set down rebellions, he ran out the cats who didn’t bow to him, and he took what was rightfully his, for his brothers.

He was a magnificent beast, almost royal. Even though all this I still remember his quirks, he used to climb into bed with me early in the morning, sleeping right in the middle of the warm spot on my bed and forcibly moving me out of my own bed, he used to sit on top of our fridge early in the morning surveying the kitchen as if it was his viewing room while my mother cooked for the day, and the way he used to mess around with the mop while I was trying to clean the house. he also had fish brought separately for him as he was a very picky eater and I was very reluctant to eat anything else. He used to sit by my feet or inside my book cupboard while I finished my work on the laptop or did my homework. He also loved to eat buns, this was a quirk he developed when my grandma gave him a few pieces.

         
      

A couple of weeks ago Messi came home is a vey melancholic mood, he looked unwell and didn’t move as a healthy cat, if it was a leg injury I couldn’t have told you, all I can say was he was sick, and we never expected to not find him at the door the next morning, when we put him out at night as we always put the cats outside at night, and they usually run into the kitchen at dawn when my mother opens the front door. But Messi never came the next day, nor the day after that, and I haven’t seen him since that night, haven't felt his soft fur and pulled on his kitty years or squeezed him and called him my Pirate Pusa, my Don, my double-chinned mafia pusa. Maybe I am tad sentimental, maybe I’m supposed to feeling like this for a dog or a person but you see, I had a few rough times during those years and Messi’s adventures and his antics always managed to bring a smile to my lips. There were times I’d come home from a horrible day and find Messi sitting on the rug in front of the main door of the house, and I’d promptly lift him and hug him in spite of the scolding's from my mum, dad, grandmas or anyone else. Thank you friend for the short though wonderful years you gave our family, my pissu pusa.
I put off writing this specifically because I do not wish to think of him as departed, a tiny part of me imagines that he had gone adventuring far away and will comeback soon, so farewell my beautiful, evil creature and Auf Wiedersehen, should we meet in parts unknown I hope you will remember me.

Love you Komrade Cat,

Messi is survived my many of his off spring, but one in particular he has chosen to let into our house and our lives, a month or so before he left us, he brough a kitten, a girl, of more of less the same colouring from the big ears to the tip of the tail, her name, Cleopatra.  And of course he also leaves a grieving friend Chingy who was also a close confidant, and even though they were of different species, their friendship never diminished.