The Anatomy of My Thoughts = Rowan-ism

If there is one thing that I really hate, its homophobism . Don't get me wrong - I don't hate religious people or religions which teach that homosexuality is wrong. I really don't. I wish they would stop discriminating against them. I wish they'd stop and see the light but well... apparently they think that they already do. Just a few days ago, I stumbled upon a piece of news. It seems as if a christian preschool has expelled a student because his parents consists of two lesbians. Other catholic schools are also rescinding applications of students with gay parents. It made me sick to my stomach. These students did nothing wrong, yet they are the ones prohibited from getting an education. On the issue of the school - Yes, the church's stance is that it does not condone homosexual relationships, nor does it allow divorce and adultery, however there are still students who have openly divorced parents studying amidst the walls of that preschool. Double standards! The ma...

Graduation day was a pain. It was arduous and bittersweet. I didn't stick around with my classmates because I simply refused to remember that as "the last day". Thinking that it would be the last day I would see some of those faces bothered me and I did my best to not let it show. I ditched the occasion so that I would not have to think about it. Instead I dove into this alternate reality with my friend Mac and My cousin. That evening, despite my lying to the world with my actions, I could not lie to myself. I was reduced to a sobbing mess under the covers. The day of the ceremony will not be the last of anything and I refuse to remember it as so. The friends that I have made, I will see them again and the friends I have not made, well, there is little I could do about that. Celebrating it with a final hurrah would generate a feeling of closure, and that was something which I was trying to avoid. On Monday, I was reminded why I never visited Dunman after the farewell cere...

Sunny, thanks for uploading this. I just wanted to share this with you guys who wonder what the heck we do in debates... this was on grad day - I wasn't able to attend.

I have been brazenly known for asking questions... sometimes, the wrong kind because of my own tell all attitude. For some reason, I expect that from a lot of people. Anyways, I have never allowed others to post anything on my blog so I don't really get a response to anything, so... here's your chance to ask any questions - burning or otherwise and I'll answer them as honestly as I can. Ask me anything at http://www/formspring.me/rowanology/

I started this blog on the 11 th of May 2007 and its been 3 years and 9 days since then. I began this blog just a few weeks into school and now I feel as if I have come full circle. This blog was with me throughout my three year journey that is my poly life and although my poly life officially ended as of 4pm of yesterday, I know that my journey has truly only begun. I have gained many friends, met some very interesting people and learned a few things along the way. I can say that I have three and only three regrets on how I lived these three years. - and no I did not make up three on purpose. LOL! I regret not joining the debates club in year 1, because there I found friends who could understand me and my seemingly unquenchable thirst for wanting to know why the world is the way it is. There, the hazy philosophies that garnered my life crystallized so that I am able to convey them to others in a way that they could understand and accept. Social intercourse became less arduous. I regr...

What’s the point in asking a question, when you’ve already made up your mind? If I answer as you predicted, your suspicions will be confirmed. If I answer otherwise, you'd think I'm lying. Voilà la solution, ne me demandez pas. C'est simple. Ah friendships. They're kind of funny eh. I can still be a friend to someone even if I don't principally or actively support what they believe in. I mean, just because you're friends with someone, it doesn't necessarily mean that you have to share the exact same opinions or ideals, nor does it mean that you will be willing to scrap your set of ideals to help that friend out. We're all blessed with a brain each - I hope that the whole of mankind would learn how to use their own thoughts and ideas to get by in life. Pour la moment, it is not my fight.

I am frustrated. Infuriated and vehemently opposed to my mother’s attempt to control my life. I have never had rules to follow. I only had to guess the rules and obey them. Now, she decides to impose strict rules on me. Now that I am 22 and have a mind of my own, now when I have been too far misguided to be steered back into her “righteous” world she decides to do this? Where was this eight years ago? According to mother, I have to go to sleep at 2 am and wake up no later than 10 am. Wow! My biological clock has been tuned to work in the night for the 10 years that I have been here, and she decides to flip it in just a day?! Uhhuh… that’ll work. The most frustrating thing is that I play along! I always play along! She will never see the rules as ridiculous because I make it seem as if I’m adhering to them! I need to find a job, and maybe a friend or someone that I can move in with so that the whole parental supervision problem would just go away. I absolutely abhor staying at home alon...

They sat there talking, ping pong- ing the blame till everyone on the table was acquitted of it. I don't like it. I thought this kind of petty behavior was beyond this age group. Then again, I guess, you can't really grow out of being a bitch, even if some of you may happen to be male. Okay, I guess that had to get out of my system somehow. I'm sure that I also have a tendency to be catty, but I do try to keep my bitching to a minimum, especially when I am speaking to more than one person. - Now let me take this time to apologize to all of those whom I have bitched about, and those people whom I have bitched to for testing your patience and tolerance. I guess it really is a female thing most of the time. We do love to talk and sometimes when we are caught up with our emotions, or with PMS, we have a tendency to say things without thinking of their repercussions . Intangible words can amount to tangible pain too as we all know - since most of our parents do have a tenden...

Shocking! A cat broke into our maisonette sometime past midnight! I wanted to keep him but instead, I settled on getting him to go to my folks' bedroom and watching my Mum chase the thing out the room, down the stairs and out of the house with a pillow. It was hilarious ! Anyways... on to my actual post. There are no reasons... there are just rationalizations. We all try to derive meaning from our lives. I wonder why that is? Why do we spend so much time rationalizing life's challenges and scrutinizing the significance of those events? Does it really make us better people? Think about it, if we keep analyzing our lives, deriving conclusions from it and perhaps changing ourselves, does that really mean that we become better people? I mean who's to say that me now is better than me five years ago? The truth is that we don't really know if we live our lives better. We think that we live our lives better but to truly know that now is indeed better is to compare our previous...

Yesterday, I met up with a friend I've had for over 7 years. It was nostalgic and brilliantly energizing. It was really nice to have one of those intimate conversations that we always have. The best part was that we still clicked despite the ages we've been apart. You can't fake THAT kind of chemistry. A bonus was that we saw Vivian Dawson!! Eeep! He is an Adonnis! Tall gorgeous and totally out of this world! He was coming out of Tampines 1. Sigh... Anyways, after meeting up with Maria, I headed off to school for debates training. It was interesting... We each had to play different roles. I had to play a Religious Lesbian who has to convince her sister that being a lesbian is bad. Not a big stretch, but fun nonetheless. I wish I were an actor! :P

I apologize in advance. Blogging about this is completely unlike me... normally I'm all think and no wink, but in this week's been a rough one for me. I've been living in my head too long that some of what's in it is bound to spill out and here it is sprawled all in one page: What is cheating? Why do people cheat? These are just some of the questions I've been thinking about lately - partially because of the 18th episode of House aptly titled Open and Closed, partially because of my parents -whom depite what they would have you believe... require more guidance than yours truly and partially because of something which only a handful of you know of. Anyways, this episode of House MD is centered around the idea of infidelity. It, like all good shows got me thinking - not that I don't normally think. In a romantic relationship, two things are normally present, an emotional connection and a sexual connection. Granted, not all couples in a relationship are having sexu...