The Anatomy of My Thoughts = Rowan-ism

Remember my post entitled "thinking", well, recently I watched this documentary... yes my dear friends, another documentary, some of you probably wonder why I bother and it was about our genes and how they affect our behaviour. There were also a couple of case studies which explored a phenomenon which I am particularly fascinated about, twins. More specifically, twins who were separated at birth and how similar they are despite different upbringing, basically, it demonstrates how much "nature" is actually involved in an individual's behaviour. That particular documentary explained how a set of genes which code for certain neurotransmitters in the brain can predispose us to seek certain situations, examples of this is the Novelty seeking gene on chromosome 11, which makes a person more likely to feel excited when experiencing a novel activity. When this gene is slightly longer, there is a greater brain response to dopamine, which is a chemical linked to pleasu

I believe that if a person's faith can easily be changed, then that faith is not as strong as it should be, and no number theories presenting alternatives to that faith should capable of disrupting a person's faith if indeed that faith is well inculcated in the person's values and beliefs as it should be. In that case, why do people ban the teaching of Darwinism in Schools, up to the point that certain textbooks are banned upon the mention of Darwin's little theory? Some organisations even employ the use of warning stickers saying: "This textbook contains material on evolution. Evolution is a theory not a fact regarding the origin of living things. This material should be approached with an open mind, studied carefully and critically considered." I think that all text, should be approached "with an open mind, studied carefully and critically considered" no matter the scenario. I also think that just about any individual human being is an intelligen

One of life's many pleasures is eating and boy have I been eating. Dim Sum just happened on Thursday and the endometrial lining of my gastrointestinal walls were short of bursting. Yes. I ate like a mad, suicidal goldfish. (Some people may think its stupid that goldfish can eat themselves to death, but I can see why they'd want to... eating is so much fun!) Anyways... indeed I was so full that I didn't eat anything on Friday except for a bubble tea and some alcohol. Its so bad for my stomach lining. Alcohol on an empty stomach. Oh well. Today...binge drinking. I got a random phone call from Don and voila, a few minuites later I found myself on my way to Pasir Ris. Too bad Manasi didn't sms earlier, or else she'd have me for the evening. I got home in the nick of time, 15 minuites before my father. I feel the need to enjoy myself as much as possible, because mother is coming back from Philippines on Saturday. I feel really guilty for not replying her SMSs immediately

I am swamped once again. Why oh why do I put myself through this torture? Alright, here's the deal. Once again I have procrastinated and wasted my time on non important things leaving me to do things at the last minuite. This leaves me with an inadequate amount of time to do the task at hand to properly. The result, a half-hearted dash to the finish line. It doesn't come as a surprise to me that I keep doing badly in school even though I know that I am definately capable of more than just passing. Cramming sucks. Why can't I get that through my thick skull? I guess I can justify my procrastination. Here's the thought process: Revising is necessary for me to pass my subjects so I have to study However, Studying is unpleasant Unpleasant things should be avoided as much as possible I shall postpond revising instead of forgoing it completely As a result I have less time to study... hence causing studying to be additionaly unpleasant due to the pressure brought about by the

Strange thoughts have been floating around in my head and I have to get them out of my system to remain in a functioning state, so here goes: Have I been preprogrammed to think a certain way? Possibly. Have I been taught how to think? I don't think anyone can be taught how to think. It just happens instinctively I think. What can be learnt is the content of our thoughts. Ideas and principles can be put into our heads and these ideas influence the way we see the world. I do say influence because I believe that we have the ability to choose which of these ideas to adopt, or even combine to form a "new" idea. New is in inverted commas because there is a theory that there is no such thing as a new idea and that ideas have been recycled and rehashed and combined with other ideas to seem new. I have yet to read more about this particular theory but well... this whole paragraph is used to basically acknowledge its existence. Anyways, back to thinking about thinking- hehehe , th

I can't believe how naive I've been all these years. I had always had an insane sense of curiosity but my curiosity was only towards a few very specific areas of knowledge. Growing up, science played a major part in explaining how things worked. Everything which was not explained in a scientific manner, I ignored. I should have payed more attention to finding out the inner workings of society. It facinates me now and I don't know why. It has recently come to my attention that there are other forces at work and these forces shape and mould the world around us, like currents tug at the ocean's inhabitants. It isn't apparent to the participants but when looked at from a distance these patterns emerge. I never saw politics as a science. It wasn't exact and there were too many long, bombastic words that I failed to understand. Definitions were not really defined... if you know what I mean...it was open to interpretation . I realize now that there is indeed a lot of

Recent tenebrific events have enhanced my sense of mortality. What frustrates me is that it seems like everyone around me is racing towards bereavement? I'm disconsolate . I don't want to react. If I react then it means that I've acknowledged the possible implications of the occurrence. I don't want my mind to be filled with grim. I am worried. Its natural to worry about someone you care deeply for. For all of you who care for me even in the slightest bit, please stop asking me if I'm okay because, honestly... I haven't lost anyone yet. Please don't worry about me. Abet it I am capable of developing suicidal tendencies, rest assured. I'm not planning to join that race anytime soon. On slightly less serious affairs, after speaking to some of my friends I have realized that there are loads of things that I want to accomplish. Although I have believed for many years that I am inadequate and incapable of achieving these goals I now know and acknowledge

I know I haven't been blogging lately. To tell you the truth, for a while, I didn't want to blog anymore. What I normally blog about is shallow and meaningless and for that I am ashamed. Indeed, blogging is a release for me. Its a way for me to get rid off all of the pent up frustrations I have about my life. I know I am complacent. My life is effing awesome. I know I don't love my life and that's stupid. I'm not making the most of what I have, and I truly believe that I have never made the most of the situation that I'm in. I feel unworthy to be so lucky. There are some people out there who could only dream about living my life, yet here I am complaining about how unfulfilling it is. I do not want to waste my life away when I could be living my dreams. There are many things that are wrong with the world around us and if we just opened our eyes to see what exactly is happening, maybe, someday, if the situation allows, we would be able to do something to right th