Thursday, April 28, 2011

The appropriate use of the Hammer,Anvil and Stirrup






Earlier while going through my studies regarding counselling, a topic popped
out which focused on empathy. What exactly is empathy? Based on the book
it's:

When the counsellor is actively attending and receptive when the client is
expressing some aspect of his or her experiencing.
When the counsellor resonates to the directly or indirectly expresed aspects
of the client's experiencing.

It basically means that the counsellor must be able to take time and listen to
the client attentively. The counsellor must also try and intepret what the client
says and try to form an understanding and relate to their expressions mentally.
Regardless of how weird or maladaptive the statement or the behavior of the
client, the counsellor must have an unconditional understanding to why they behave
that way. For instance, a client states that she hates herself and feels the need
to engage in self injury. The counsellor is not to question the client regarding the
behavior nor is she allowed to judge the client. An understanding must be formed
for why the client behaves that way and the counsellor in turn will try and help the
client deal with the issue. Maybe the client was influenced by others, maybe the
client was depressed, maybe the client wanted attention or maybe the client was
suicidal. At this point, the counsellor must put herself in her client's shoes.

Upon reading that section, I began to question my own empathy. It is difficult in a
sense to be empathetic or understanding towards the behaviors of others, expecially
when they deviate severly from the norm. In a world filled with prejudice and
discrimination it is fairly simple to make judgements of people for what they do,
but it takes considerable time and effort to stop for a moment and put yourself
in the judged individual's shoes and form an understanding of their actions. When
our family and friends hurt us or make us sad, we immediately attribute their
behavior to bad intentions and their flawed predispositions (internal reasons).
But sometimes, the cause of people's behavior maybe due to external reasons.
For example:

Your father comes home late and scolds you for not apparent reason. You attribute
his behavior to internal reasons such as short temperedness. But it may infact be
caused by a bad day at work, stuck in a traffic jam or had to deal with difficult people
(external reasons).

You read in the newspaper that this woman was robbed. You attribute the robber's
behavior to aggression, greed and maybe even malice. But it may, maybe the fact is that
the robber had kids to feed? A sick and dying parent to treat? and needed a desperate
solution

One extreme example was cited in a book I once read. The US military managed to
capture some Alqueda suicide bombers and had a few psychologists to question them. To
make an understanding of their behavior. The psychologists had expected the bombers
to be psychotic and deranged individuals. But upon closer inspection, they were timid
and soft spoken people. Antisocial individuals who were outcasts of their society and
were falsely promised that they fought for a cause and were to receive a divine reward.

Truly, with situations like those, it proves to be difficult to be empathetic. But situations
need not always be so hard. Sometimes all our family and friends need is a listening ear,
or some form of understanding on your part. Sometimes the people who care for us most
may hurt us due to external reasons. If it were to be for something internal, it just simply
means that they are not worth our time to begin with. I must confess that sometimes I
may not be the most empathetic of people. I tend to be quick tempered and make quick
and harsh judgements before reasoning with others. For that I apologize my friends :)
Goodnight!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Andrea







On some nights, I dream of you..
But the dreams are never lucid..
These blurred visions of you, somehow always taken
away from me by morning amnesia..
I can never recall what transpired during my sleepy stupor..
The only thing I remember is the sound of your faded scream
calling my name before I awoke..
Due to the haziness of the dream,
I can only hear the last syllable of my name being called..
The voice so mellow and yet so strong, like the sound of muffled thunder on a cloudy day..

I can recall however, your silhouette..
The slenderness of a vixen, with long and wavy hair
that flowed in the gentle breeze like an oak tree in a hurricane..
Your long jet black locks, smell like dessert flowers..
If the scent of your hair was visible to the gullible eye, it would be the colour of violet..
Wafting as you walk, leaving a trail of brilliant violet nothern lightish waves as you pass..
What a magnificent creature you are,
but when I look into your visage,
I only see darkness...
But within that darkness emerge two vermillion red eyes looking back at me..
Eyes so intense like the infinite number of sunrises and sundowns I wish to gaze with you..

You extend your slender arms towards me,
so fair like the rarest of pearls..
I can barely breathe as your gentle delicate hands close in..
With a swift but gentle stroke..
You line the back of your smooth satin fingers from my cheekbone,
down to the side of my neck..
Then I felt it..
A pulse, almost like an exaggerated heartbeat..
An unimaginable force of euphoria, searing across every fibre of my mortal body..

I must have been touched by an Angel...
But what I felt was no Angel..
What I felt was strong..
So strong no one could compare to you, my love..
my Mona Lisa,
my Cleopetra,
my Anastasia,
my Juliet,
my Eve,
my Queen,
my Aphrodite,
my Goddess....

I have yet to meet you my dear..
I have yet to feel your velvety embrace..
Only fate will decide when we will cross paths..
For now, till then my dear..
I'll wait for you in the dark,
or in vain..

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Glow with the Flow



I believe that humans are one of the most complex creatures that roam our earth.
The complexity lies not in the physical traits, but the psychological attributes of
humans. How is it that we are all complex? Well take it in for example that it is
natural that we enjoy being happy and we like it when things go well. We like it
when life is easy and we like it when things go our way. But Im sure you heard of
the statement "when things go too well". Strange isnt it that things can go "too well"?

Why is it that there can be an excess of something good? Shouldnt good things be
wanted in an infinite manner? It is so strange that we can have too much of a good
thing. Why is it that things can go "too well". First of all, when things go too well,
life would lack excitement. No? If things always went your way, you always got
what you want, people treat you the way you want and you do whatever you want.
Seems nice at first, but after awhile it doesnt seem tempting. Wrong? First of all,
there are no challenges, there are no obstacles and there is no meaning to your
existence because you dont do SHIT to get what you want.

Well, here comes the complex part. Most of us have food to eat, family, friends and
a place to sleep at night. But most of us complain, its not good enough. We complain
about all the trivial insignificant things in life. My phone is outdated, Im broke, my
significant other is an ass, my parents are naggy, my results is shit, my housemate is
smelly and bla bla bla. Think about it, there are more important life dependent things
that other less fortunate people out there have to think about and here we are stuffing
our faces with food and complain that it does not taste "nice". When things get better,
our expectations increase as well. Its just human nature to want more and to constantly
complain. We are all just so complex, I wonder if there is actually a limit to what we
demand. Even the riches people have shit to complain about, and they have everything!

Another complexity of humankind is our tendency to hold on to pain. Our life is revolved
around constantly seeking joy and gratification, but it is the painful and negative memories
that we remember. It is so easy for us to recall bad memories we had such as breakups,
family problems, deaths and failures, but so hard to recall happy memories. Im not saying
that we do not recall good things at all, Im just saying that bad things just pop into our
head and stay there. When we judge someone, it is so easy for his negative traits to
outweigh his positive traits. We remember more of what he/she did to hurt you than what
he/she did to make you smile.

It is just in our nature to want pain and sorrow. Why else do we bother watching sad
dramas or horror movies? How can our everyday friends enjoy watching SAW? Im not
saying that it is wrong, but Im just curious, why do we enjoy such things? Why do we
find sitting down for hours gossiping about people *hehe* so joyous? Do you spend
hours praising and talking good about somebody? If you had to sit through a conversation
which lasted for hours listening about how this fellow is so smart and so handsome, would
you? Or would you prefer to talk about this bitch with a scandal? To be honest, Ill take
the latter.

I believe that we humans have alot to learn and alot to pass down before its too late. Life
is whatever you make of it. If you want pain, you get pain. If you want love you get love.
It is as easy as that, no strings attached. When somebody makes you angry, and you hold
on to it, then you are letting him win. Because you acknowledge your anger and because
you think about that person, you are just letting him make you angry and angry again.
In a way, you lose out while he is out there glad that he made you feel this way. Let there
be no attachment to hate and pain. If someone pisses you off, just forgive him and move on.
If he does not learn his lesson he is not your friend. So the next time something negative
comes your way, give it your warmest and widest smile and tell it to get the f**k off.
No attachments =)

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

When Promises Were Made Out Of Thin Air

Every being is capable of making promises. Whether it is to our family, friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, aunty, uncle or even our pet dog, promises used to hold on to something so crucial and vital that one would bet his or her life trying to fulfill it. It maybe a simple promise to get the chores done, or promise to protect someone, fulfilling the promise was something so great that it influences the integrity of a person.

Nowadays, the word promise means giving someone hope, and you hoping that the person forgets what you promised them. Sad to say i am one of those person in a particular way. I always forget what i promised. And its so embarrassing sometimes. One of my major flaws is promising time. Time is something so cheap yet expensive. Its priceless but once its gone you never get it back. Unless i live by a clock, being able to keep up with time is something seemingly impossible to me.

i promise to wake up by 9 to start my assignment/ attend exam/ do chores/ etc, i woke up at 11 the next day feeling like a complete failure/ disappointed.

People do use the word promise like some form of space filler like the word "errr". Its one of those condiments in a sentence which gives hope, enlightens someone heart.

Example: I might bring you out on a date
I PROMISE to bring you out on a date.

Refering to the sentence above, do you spot the difference?

So the moral of the story is, hold on to your promise, never give false promise and hope.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Be Prepared

CNY hs ended and those who ate alot of cookies are in delima of facing Freaking Awesome Triglyceride. YEAH, the season of losing weight is here. Actually come to think of it, it always have been this time of the year that i come to realize that i ate a little too much during the festive season. Why? See, Xmas is in December when we really started the eating binge. This continued through January where people send their love by a stack of fruitcake. Why waste the fruitcake. AND the fruitcake was most prolly made in surplus during Xmas, So... yeah...

Just when you know that the festive season is at a pause during Mid January, your self control is still on vacation somewhere in Bora Bora, and her stupid, annoying mother in law, the guilty conscience is always lingering nearby. So in order to satisfy her, you eat more instead.

Just when your self realization came back and haunt the crap out of you, CNY is here. So cant help it la. you just continue eating. Once the tempting 2 weeks are over, you are left with the aftermath (leafover cookies) which is always in the kitchen. I try not to enter, but the imaginary flavor wafting through the air is over-bearing.

Therefore be prepared to endure another 2 or more torturous weeks of over indulgence.

Once again, assignments flood our work desk. We are in our 2nd week and already, there is an assignmentdue on the 3rd week. WTFacebook! lets start now and sing later :)

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Chinese New Year

Cookies and goodies stray over the coffee table. No one was looking. Everyone was busy fishing out blue, red and green notes. Busy chatter over who gets the lucky 21 and who don't. Those who were losing at the gambling table subsequently lose themselves at the coffee table. Stumbling into gluttony, thinking over the lost fortune.

Yes, its Chinese New Year again. Btw, i dont really get the we have to gamble every CNY. Why is there an urgency. Maybe its a tradition. Maybe its luck testing? ah, the joy of winning. The adrenaline of betting more. The upside down smile when all is lost.

As a friendly reminder, assignments are piling up again. Workloads are doubled. Results are out. Everything seems bleak right. On the brighter side, 2012 is near woohoo! Choi!

How was the Chinese New Year harvest this year? Good bad? no matter what, festive seasons are here so that we can let go of our past, our stress and get together with our loved ones and celebrate. That reminds me, we haven lo sang this year. lets do it this thursday? agree? deal? ok then!


Sunday, December 19, 2010

Wedding customs and traditions

Long time never update Pangeelapong, probably due to previous assignment rush and now exam is just around the corner.

This morning I read newspaper and I came across this interesting article about some "weird" wedding customs and traditions around the world. So I thought of sharing them here. :)


Ancient Bulgaria
Nowadays when we talk about wedding, all the couples will find ways to make themselves look more "presentable"; dress nicely, properly groomed and so on. Even if they are born imperfect, they'll put on thick make ups to cover up the defects. However, this does not happen to the Ancient Bulgarian, especially in this area called Kyustendil. Not only they don't bother dressing up nicely, the bride has to make herself look as ugly as and as horrible as possible!

For example, the bride will paint her face black, wear a pair of elven ears, put on unfitted clothes and so on. Besides, she also has to act retarded during the wedding dinner. Examples of retarded actions such as, throwing dung at the guests, dance with animal's bone and etc.

With all these, only the wedding ceremony considered complete. According to their belief, dressing up nicely during wedding will bring jealousy in other people. And Jealousy is like a devil, which will bring bad luck to the couple.


Ancient England
Until 1753, before they amended the wedding's law, there were no diamond rings, no gowns, no wedding certificate and no wedding dinner. There was only a simple wedding ceremony where the couple has to sweep and clean the house under the supervision of local official. It was a way to teach the newly-wed how to do house chores.


Ancient Sparta
On the wedding day, the bride had to dress up like a man! She had to put on mustache, wear man's clothings and shoes. Then she will wait alone in a dark room. At night the groom will appear and "sweep" her away. Only then, she will remove her mustache, man's clothings and dress up as a girl. The reason they practiced this was because, there was one period when homosexuality was a general trend for the Spartans. Therefore, heterosexual partners did not dare to announce their loves and that was why the bride had to dress up like a man....


Ancient France
When talk about the France, everyone will probably think that they sure gonna be damn romantic, but they were actually not that romantic. Think about the wedding ceremony nowadays, for the chinese, we will normally have buffet at the groom's house the night before wedding, then we will have wedding dinner the next day. All these are served with delicious foods.

However, for the ancient France, especially in this area called La Soupe, the bride and the groom have to eat rubbish, as in real rubbish. On the wedding day, they have to sweep their room and the rubbish collected will be made into food. (I still cannot believe that) The most gross thing was, according to the legend, they have to ingest dirty water from the toilet bowl. =.= However, they said the guests were served with proper meal.

How you want your wedding to be?