Pandora

 

It hits you between the eyes when you are alone making the bed. You realize that the last few years you’ve been doing that degree, working dawn to dusk, browsing for potential master programs, all to please the others, of course you don’t mind.

 

You celebrate their happiness, their achievements, you celebrate when they congratulate you on your achievements. But do you really feel it in your heart?

 

Do they realize what you sacrificed to be this? the dreams quietly filed away in a drawer, secreted between the pages of a book now lying on that old dusty shelf. You doubt it, if you think of it you fall into the rabbit hole of broken dreams.

 

But if you could do it all again, would you do any different? would you not do that degree? would you go out with that aimless yet funny guy? No? why? Is it because you realized it would not matter, because there was no one worth doing it all for. Not even You are worth it.

 

Now you work fifty four hours a week, stare aimlessly at a screen at work and come home and eat dinner mechanically, check your messages and go to sleep. Then on Sunday, you come to that drawer, open it and see what you have given up, cry a bit, sift through the dreams, then close it again.

 

Then smile your secret smile, the sad one, not the one you show the world, the private one that you show yourself only. Your box is akin to Pandora’s, though all those bad things might have escaped into the world, hope still lies within, waiting to be called out. That hope keeps you going, that one day everything will be alright.

Its all alright, I guess Its all alright, I’ve got nothing left inside of my chest, but its all alright. ~ F.U.N.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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