Today felt good. I was semi-high…not quite HIGH…I like it when I’m high…I don’t care about anything and I say things which I may regret but I never do…

Maths was still boring as hell though…I can never be high during maths…I was semi high during cosc…I was doing extreme programming. I pretty much did all the work…I sorta feel bad cause it’s not that I don’t think my partner is capable of doing the work or anything I just feel that he’s rather slow…so we don’t form the best of teams. The best teams are teams where two people can think at around the same or similar speeds. Anywho, I was solving the solutions and as I was solving them I began saying them out as well…and in the end we got everything out which made me a happy panda.

I didn’t have breakfast…again…which made me hungry…

Oh yeah…I was meant to write something about Psychology. I’m loving Cognitive Science. It’s so interesting yet so scary at the same time. Imagine…living in a moment…yes…a moment…a moment in time where you have no recollection of your past, your memories…, who you are…or anything…you recognise objects…you perform daily routines without knowing that you’ve ever done it before.

50 First Dates may seem like a rather "cute" movie….but it’s not…in real life people with no short term memory can only remember things for up to 10minutes…and that’s after repetition…no way in hell can they last one whole day on short term memory. Now imagine if you will..that you have no short-term or long-term memory.

We were shown this clip of a man that has no "memory" of anything. Every couple of minutes he "wakes" up believing that for the first time in his life he was "conscious". What I found extremely amazing was the fact that he kept a diary…and every time he woke up he would write something in his diary. However, since he forgets so often he would look at his diary and see the past entries in his own handwriting. He would then cross those past entries out and write a new one. When asked who wrote the previous entries he would say he doesn’t know and he didn’t write them even though he admits its in his handwriting…

but…there’s a twist…ever so often he would write something like "My first thought is my love for Deborah who I cherish for ever xoxoxo" and other stuff along those lines…Deborah is his wife…who he doesn’t "remember" yet he "knows" that he loves her…it’s rather bizarre. Also all his procedural memory remains intact…which includes knowing how to perform daily activities. He would pick up a musical piece and begin playing it even though he has "never" done it before.

Today during the lecture…we were told how misleading "memory" can really be. I would often think about the event during Jase’s 18th with Kelvin arguing against everyone…I would confidently say that Kelvin…your mind is playing you…

We were told that…all memories fade with age no matter how "emotional" the event was. One can also argue that we tend to forget emotional memories at a greater extent. The only reason we actually think we remember is that we feed our brain false information creating false memories of the event that has actually happened. People can even take the memories of other people for their own. What’s most dangerous is this idea of repetition of events that has occurred, every time you retell a story you are editing it in some way or form. So how is this dangerous? If you keep on repeating an experience to others you end up with a different story…which you are EXTREMELY confident about that had occurred. Nobody can disprove you unless it was recorded on camera. If you don’t repeat it all the time and reflect on it…even though it may still be wrong you’re not too confident that it’s true and be more likely to blame your loss of memory. People are rather pompous…we don’t like being told that we’re wrong…especially if our memories are wrong (Kelvin?).

*sigh*

I don’t care. Even if I’m less ignorant on the matter of memory if somebody comes up to me and tells me that one of my more "sentimental" memories are false I’ll just tell them to fuck off.

But anywho…I went to Engo and bought lunch…went to S.I.T. and we began playing Dota…Lynden and I ended up beating Sam and Tim. It was good…had a 5:1 k/d ratio. Afterwards, people left and Terry came…and we took on some Asians at Dota. There’s on thing that I hate about Chinese people…they can openly bullshit to you…"(In fob accent) We newbies. Play only 1 week. Serious" and I’m just like thinking…"Dude…weren’t you just gossiping about Tim being a n00b just then?"

But yeah…we got owned which wasn’t cool. I really hate it when people stand behind you when you play a game…and as you die they go "Ha! Owned". Annoys me so much. I also get annoyed at people who can’t take jokes…or more precisely "dirty jokes". God…loosen up! Meh…I miss my crowd of people…who can take my jokes and actually LAUGH. Instead I have to cope the "It’s not funny…you’re just retarded" comments I get around certain people.

Anywho…I WANT MY PORKROLL! Especially when I notice other certain people…cuddling…*cough*cough*

Anywho…I’m home sweet home…cbb to do work…might watch some DBZ.

Final words:
There will be one memory that I’ll always hold onto…and that’s the memory of you. Without you in my memory all other memories are redundant.