Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Who's Dorian Gray, Mr Blunt?
For social psychology tutorial today, with Andy the Beng, the Beng with the American accent, the Beng with the American accent who pronounces everyone's names like they were Indian names ("Muneeeerer" - Munirah), we played a little game. With a piece of paper stuck to our backs, we had to go 'round the room getting people to write a one or a few adjectives describing us and in return, do the same for them.
Andy introduced the Johari Window to us. Of course, some of us were already familiar with this tool, thanks to intense blogging activites which include taking mindless online quizzes and then chancing upon a site which allows you to create your own online Johari Window. Thing is, in this particular tool, you're only restricted to 55 given words, namely able accepting adaptable bold brave calm caring cheerful clever complex confident dependable dignified energetic extroverted friendly giving happy helpful idealistic independent ingenious intelligent introverted kind knowledgeable logical loving mature modest nervous observant organised patient powerful proud quiet reflective relaxed religious responsive searching self-assertive self-conscious sensible sentimental shy silly spontaneous sympathetic tense trustworthy warmwise witty. I'm just making you giddy; adjectives overload.
Unfortunately, Andy the Beng didn't restrict our freedom of vocabulary expression. So some of us got our backs vandalised with dumb, Changi Prison alumni, botak, bastards, sex pervert (hahahhaha!!) sexy (full-blown sarcasm), sultry, sensual, pouty, klutz, sotong, and such. And worse, some words were being recycled so much that they basically mean nothing.
But it was a pretty decent and fun activity. Much like the tutorial withDonut Donus the One-Liner Guy, whereby the classmates reveal what they really would like to do in life, given a chance and if we weren't shackled by circumstances. Personally, i had really thought at least one soul would own up to having aspirations to be a Florence Nightingale. People like those who scored in Clinical Skills, because it takes alot to be serious in your work and to put in effort to obtain high grades. This is exclusive to those who are bonded and thus have the obligation to perform real well in practically every module, but still screw up anyways (don't look at me).
I lost the rest of this entry when my computer suddenly decides to be a pain in the ass and hang itself. I managed to recover the first part but what's more important to note can be found in the second half. Obviously, i can't recall what it is. Give me a minute and let me tease it out of the recesses of my mind...
I said something about discovering that not even one person wants to be doing what we're doing. We have people aspiring to be a gardener (horticulturist maybe?), wanting to run a casino, greet the world through journalism and/or anthropology, sitting around and being a tai-tai, dabble in fashion design, advertising, graphic design, humanitarian aid, the list is endless but doesn't permeate any aspects of nursing at all! So why are we sticking around, still?
I know i'm not, i know i won't.
I pretty much do whatever i want, whatever i know won't hurt people, and please me at the same time. Well.. sometimes. I don't know, it just disturbs me to see people being overruled by circumstances. Granted, you can't fight destiny sometimes but nobody said you can't try. And most of the time, i see way too many white flags waving forlornly in the wind.
This entry is taking too much of my time. I'm going to be an idiot and break it of here and go sleep. I have another 8AM lecture tomorrow. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
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fara // 22:25
Who's Dorian Gray, Mr Blunt?
For social psychology tutorial today, with Andy the Beng, the Beng with the American accent, the Beng with the American accent who pronounces everyone's names like they were Indian names ("Muneeeerer" - Munirah), we played a little game. With a piece of paper stuck to our backs, we had to go 'round the room getting people to write a one or a few adjectives describing us and in return, do the same for them.
Andy introduced the Johari Window to us. Of course, some of us were already familiar with this tool, thanks to intense blogging activites which include taking mindless online quizzes and then chancing upon a site which allows you to create your own online Johari Window. Thing is, in this particular tool, you're only restricted to 55 given words, namely able accepting adaptable bold brave calm caring cheerful clever complex confident dependable dignified energetic extroverted friendly giving happy helpful idealistic independent ingenious intelligent introverted kind knowledgeable logical loving mature modest nervous observant organised patient powerful proud quiet reflective relaxed religious responsive searching self-assertive self-conscious sensible sentimental shy silly spontaneous sympathetic tense trustworthy warmwise witty. I'm just making you giddy; adjectives overload.
Unfortunately, Andy the Beng didn't restrict our freedom of vocabulary expression. So some of us got our backs vandalised with dumb, Changi Prison alumni, botak, bastards, sex pervert (hahahhaha!!) sexy (full-blown sarcasm), sultry, sensual, pouty, klutz, sotong, and such. And worse, some words were being recycled so much that they basically mean nothing.
But it was a pretty decent and fun activity. Much like the tutorial with
I lost the rest of this entry when my computer suddenly decides to be a pain in the ass and hang itself. I managed to recover the first part but what's more important to note can be found in the second half. Obviously, i can't recall what it is. Give me a minute and let me tease it out of the recesses of my mind...
I said something about discovering that not even one person wants to be doing what we're doing. We have people aspiring to be a gardener (horticulturist maybe?), wanting to run a casino, greet the world through journalism and/or anthropology, sitting around and being a tai-tai, dabble in fashion design, advertising, graphic design, humanitarian aid, the list is endless but doesn't permeate any aspects of nursing at all! So why are we sticking around, still?
I know i'm not, i know i won't.
I pretty much do whatever i want, whatever i know won't hurt people, and please me at the same time. Well.. sometimes. I don't know, it just disturbs me to see people being overruled by circumstances. Granted, you can't fight destiny sometimes but nobody said you can't try. And most of the time, i see way too many white flags waving forlornly in the wind.
This entry is taking too much of my time. I'm going to be an idiot and break it of here and go sleep. I have another 8AM lecture tomorrow. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
fara // 22:25
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