The Anatomy of My Thoughts = Rowan-ism

Christmas was not bad... I'm glad that for once in my life I felt that Christmas was finally free of that veil of magic that only a  childlike innocence could muster. Only a few years ago I was teary eyed about that veil being ripped from my fingers by adulthood responisbilities. It was realistically good, tear free and special enough that it still felt like Christmas. It is nice to know that friends and family appreciate my presence dispite their current absence in my life.

I pride myself in being a pretty decent cyber stalker so names are like a type of currency for me. Knowing a face is one thing but giving me the name attached to that face gives me some sort of power over that person. A name is priceless intel and is the first thing that you should find out about anyone you want to stalk, or pretty much anyone you want to be friends with. Whenever I get my heels into stalking someone online...I get pretty much obsessed until the mystery shrouding that individual has faded away and now I am at that point. Sigh. I'm more that just a bit disappointed, but I'm glad that I have been made privy to certain pieces of information now. See, one thing everyone should know is that pretty much anything you post online and attach your name to is visible, granted not every bit of your personality is revealed but still, there is a wealth of information out there. Granted, there are many privacy settings that you can toggle with but despite that given a lit

Its payday and I just got my self a pair of headphones. My previous cans  needed to be replaced (Panasonic RT -HPX7), the pleather padding was disintegrating. So I upgraded to a pair of Shures headphones SRH 440. I waltsed into HMV thinking that I would get my Skullcandy (Rocnation) Aviators which look awesome and sound balanced, but I thought that I could hear a little metallic twang in some of my songs so I passed on them. The sures sound pretty goodfor all you non bassheads out there... but it IS pretty bulky and by no means is it prettier than the Skullcandy ones. These are not for the uber style concious. They sound really good though and it seems like these are made out of sturdier stuff. The pleather pads on the skullcandy pair almost had me fooled untill I got a closer look. The pleather was peeling on the demo pair and I doubt that its been out for ages. Anyways... I'm quite happy with my purchase. In fact im using them now. :D

I realize that my academic abilities are a product of two things... my utmost desire to succeed in the subject and the amount of time I put into it. Both of which are factors of the mindste. The subjects that I find interesting, I love, I naturally do well in. The subjects wit really interesting teaching staff... I also do well in. The subjects that I don't find relevant to my life on this earth, I practically fail in. If only I could intrinsically manipulate the way I felt about a subject then I could potentially be limitless. Speaking of limitless... that was such a mind fuck of a movie. You should watch it... but I bet that if you do...you'll probably also want this speed type drug that the protagonist was taking. If only... sigh. Well... the reason I'm such a downer is because I may have potentially flunked my first subject at UWA. Till the results are released... I'll be sitting pretty and I will most definately not be discarding any of my notes. Wish me luck guys!

Ok... I am so excited that I've finally been able to blog pretty much normally with my brand spanking new tablet! Oks o here's the down low.... since I was due for an upgrade on my phonline /mobile device, I treated myself to the newly relased Samsung Galaxy Note 10.1. It's geat so far but I'm still trying to get used to typing on a pretty-much full sized touch screen keyboard. I'm in bloody love with the S Pen. I love the androidness of it despite it still having Ice Cream Sandwitch OS. I love that its extremely fast with its quad core processor and its 2g ram. Sigh.... its faster than my dear "Happy" (my HP Pavillion) and much more of a joy to use. Ok, so Ill stop ranting about this now before you think that I'm trying to sell you the dammned thing. Well... I mainly got this tablet because #1 my Samsung Galaxy S (plain - not plus) aka "Lexy" Is about to die in terms of processing power. Its little speaker is broken and all in all... Its pre

Work is tough these days. I'm so glad that I won't have to go to work tomorrow. Granted this week was a shorter one but none the less still as stressful. See there's another conflict at work. Lets call it a shortage of womanpower in a different section, a solution was presented to us by our boss, which consisted of shuffling the manpower around here and there. The solution is plain and clear. I have no problem with the solution but everyone else does. We had a discussion and suddenly, I'm the antagonist of the whole situation. Sigh. I feel like I've lost once again. From what I gather, the rest of the staff view this reshufflement as some sort of punishment for being too talkative during working hours or something. I don't understand why we can't just buckle down and take it. Work as it is isn't so hard, and it doesn't have to be. On a lighter note, I have plans this weekend. I was invited to a Christening and, I'm meeting by best friend fo

I was just watching the last season of House, the episode was entitled Autopsy. This is the episode where the patient, another doctor questions Chase's abilities, because despite Chase being granted all the opportunities he could get, being born well of, handsome and intelligent and having been schooled by Gregory House, he hasn't done much with the opportunities he's received. Its made me question my abilities. I have been called a bag of potential waiting to be unleashed. I have been called gifted and intelligent, yet where am I. What have I done with my life? I was just looking through my friends on facebook - more specifically, those that I have gone to school with in Hong Kong. Most of them are very successful individuals. Senior consultants, law undergrads and where am I? Granted, I have been taking it easy for the past 5 years or so and I feel like it hasn't gotten me that much closer to where I inevitably want to be. I'm still a work in progress. High

He has those eyes, those immense eyes that pierce through her, even from  behind glass and across  distances. They are brown, heavily lashed, framed by strong eyebrows. They are lined from years of a happy life. They twinkle with intelligence, drawing her into their depths. She likens it to staring into the sun, mesmerizing, but only bearable for a brief moment before she has to shift her gaze onto something more mundane. 

Sometimes, when I feel like I'm carrying a lot of baggage, I rant to other people, and sometimes that gets me into trouble, because, you know, you only get in trouble for what you say and do, and never for what you think. Crises could have been averted if only I had found a computer in time. My blog solves everything. The not so well known blog for the more personal and "taboo" stuff, and this one, for general stuff that I either don't mind other people reading or would like people to know. My big fat mouth got me into trouble again. I swear, from this date forward, I'm going to let my fingers do the talking. Hopefully, that'll be easier on my future phone. Blogging is so inconvenient on the phone I currently have - the Samsung Galaxy S. Perhaps I might need to buy an app. Anyways, I had just finished my ranting on the other blog - the address of which I'll keep to myself - or else what would be the point? I feel like a weight has been lifted off o

My mind is playing tricks on me again,. Before I woke, vivid images of romancing fluttered beneath my eyelids. It was kind of odd. The man in my dreams was someone I was unfamiliar with. Nonetheless, the interactions between us were flirtatious, tantalizing and needless to say absolutely enjoyable. I dreaded waking up, but my mother constantly nagged. Her voice echoed in my ear till I finally allowed the sleepy spell to break. As I went through my run-of-the-mill activities, thoughts of romance kept flitting in and out of my muddled mind. Lovesongs floated out of my lips and I let myself imagine being a chacarter in those musical stories, waiting and pining for her prince. A specific friend took that role of prince charming in my head, and despite my efforts, I could not stop myself from fixating on this gentleman. To me, he seemed the perfect romantic partner amongst all of my aquaintances. Sure he isn't gorgeous, but he is charming to say the least. He is intellectual, enig

Granted, I may not be able to express myself adequately enough though verbalization, so here I am typing my thoughts so that someone somewhere can hear me and understand the situation that I am in. First of all, I would like you to erase the notion that I am just a regular Filipino, because truth of the matter is that I never grew up like a typical Filipino. I spent about five to six years in the Philippines. I went to elementary school there and hated it. To tell you the truth, I hated my parents as well for leaving me there without them. I was teased and taunted as a child – but that’s beside the point. Wherever I went, I was teased and taunted. Instead of telling you my whole life story, Ill just sum it up for you. I didn’t grow up in the Philippines so any preconceived notions on morality and religion that would normally accompany a person from that demographic do not apply in my situation because I was raised differently. I don’t want to study in the Philippines because I don

I am so ridiculously stressed out because of school. To put it bluntly, I'm not doing so well. Granted, I'm doing one subject at a time but still, Statistics is kicking my out-of-shape mental behind. I actually dread lectures and tutorials - as a result, I actually skip them from time to time. I have no friends amongst my more that a hundred classmates. I'm mortified of failing this subject because of all the hard work I've put into getting enough money to even pay for school. I really don't know what I've gotten myself into. I just hope that this is the last subject I'll feel this way about. On a lighter note, I've actually dyed my hair red! it looks great and I kind of feel like a gothic Ariel. The only down side is that it seems to be coming off on my clothes, towels and pillowcase! Of course this only happens when my hair is wet, but still. I'm scared of ruining more fabric than I already have. Nonetheless, I would dye my hair again - just becaus

In the past 2 days a few things have happened. I now have a newfound appreciation for people who can take really good photographs. Granted, I've had my share of good shots from my most amaturish devices, but I realize that those images are not appealing because of the subject matter or the skill in manipulating the device's settings so as to achieve an attractive result. I't is merely a case of good directing. I just happen to take good pictures of people because I can tell them what to do - in other words how to work their angles. Now personally, I don't think that is a particular skill set. I just think that its a matter of peering into the viewfinder and asking your subject to shift slightly and then actually snapping the photo when the person being photograph looks their best. NOTHING or little to do with actual photography at all - well except for composition. As for the actual shutter speed, exposure and aperture settings... well....that's why we have cool pre

Good morning upper east-siders. I'm back from my long and rather barren hiatus, simply because I feel like I finally have something to talk about again. Or rather I've got some pent up frustrations that I'd like to get off my chest through my rapidly typing fingers. I yearn for social contact beyond my job. I miss the wide variety of friends I could meet up with when I was just a mere student. I find that now... that I actually have money to spend, to go to the places that I want to go to, there seems to be no one there to go with. Sure I would go alone, but that just screams pathetic to me, and, well I think I already have too much free time alone. I really miss... well I can't tell you who I miss because I haven't even told that person yet and I think that he - yes it is a he - should hear it from me first. I thoroughly dislike goodbyes, but I feel that it is one of those necessities in life, for our minds to generate a feeling of well being from knowing that a re