Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Progress Report for Year 1 Sem 2

Interesting thing learn in:

Developmental Psychology:

Health is dependent on your lifestyle throughout your lifespan. I guess a lot of us are aware of this, but we don't take it seriously. I need better meals, better lifestyle (sleep early!) and more exercise! I don't fear death, but I do dread living sick.

Social Psychology:

Self-justification can lead to a mountain of irrational decisions to justify your initial silly decision. Cognitive dissonance too. It is the extreme discomfort you experience when you accidentally did something that doesn't reflect your values. Be aware of it, and get over it dispassionately.

Effective Communication:

Self-disclosure with people doesn't mean you disclose everything about you, like your weaknesses or negative traits.

French:

English isn't the language with the most number of grammar rules. The number of grammar rules is directly proportional to the beauty of the language. So French and Chinese trump English (I'm not too sure if French trumps Chinese or the other way, cuz Chinese grammar to me is innate. But I'm sure it's a pretty language)

Statistics for Psychology:

Most of the things I learn throughout the course are actually talking about the same thing in different sense (And I spend a thousand brain cells dying for that simple formula). Still, I believe I will not appreciate the beauty of that simple formula have I not gone through the tormentous process of learning the variations and the sidetracks of it. Sounds like life huh. You will not realise how simple life can be have you not gone through the complicacies of it.

Brought-over progress report from Sem 1:

Chunking as a method to improve memory. This means you group information together into higher order unit to reduce the number of units you have to remember. For example, u n i t are 4 units of letters, but unit is 1 unit of word. It works really well when you chunk relevant pieces of information together to shorten the laundry list. There's no need to afraid you will forget the information within one unit. Remembering part of the information will activate the recall of the rest of the parts, if you chunk them well.

Other things I learn about

myself:

I have a special affection of smell, like the fragrance of rose, the smell of sunshine on my clothes, the smell of pre-rain and post-rain, the body butter, the specific smell of certain people (Did I hear 'yucks'? :p)

NTU:

NTU is a freaking freaking lonely place if you don't have nice companions. But it's a freaking freaking fun place (esp the exams) if you are with nice companions!

my hall:

I am glad that I live in one of the prettiest block and the hall with one of the nicest study room. Big tables, spacious too.

my attitude for Psychology:

Fatal attraction. The fatal attraction is the very factor that makes you like the thing and the very factor that makes you hate the thing. I like Psy cuz it helps me to understand people better. And it's the very thing that I fear Psy will change me to become. Or rather, the thing people fear I will become. I don't want to be a Miss know-all. I don't want to be unconsciously manipulative.

Yours truly,

Wan Xin

Mentor of Wan Xin

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Monday, April 23, 2007

Inspire


Got this from Sharon the AIESEC Singapore boss who got this from another AIESECer's blog. It's the thing read to the AIESEC going-to-be presidents of each country. Truly inspiring and challenge you about your beliefs and courage to bring about changes to your life, or stay true to yourself.


Read on...

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Too many of the times, we see the imperfections. We complain about them. We know what can be done to improve them. And we wait for others to improve them.

Many of us dare to dream. We dream big. And we dream nice. It is good to dream big. But the courage to dream should be followed up with the courage to act. Each of us, should have the courage to take small steps to start actualising our dreams, for ourselves or the society. Many a times, we get our souls checked by reality. Or our perception of reality. So action dies before it is born.

May be we should be a little more idealitic. Not just idealistic in our dreams, but idealistic about the realistic world. Idealistic about ourselves, our power. Dream that we can make a difference. And seriously make a difference. Start small. As long as you have done something that touches yourself, touches one person, you have achieved something. (Remember the starfish story?) And this achievement will empower you on for greater action. Start to make that difference.

And you will see the difference.

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Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"
You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship.You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love.
Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you
Your flirting style: friendly and sweet
What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance
Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive
What Does Your Candy Heart Say?


Your Theme Song is Back in Black by AC/DC
"Back in black, I hit the sack,I've been too long, I'm glad to be back"
Things sometimes get really crazy for you, and sometimes you have to get away from all the chaos.But each time you stage your comeback, it's even better than the last!
What's" Your Theme Song?

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Beautiful sunrise


I caught yet another beautiful sunrise. Albeit the wrong way.
Was running around my hall gleefully for the best angles. And I realise the beautiful angles are from everywhere! And cameras are useless. The prettiest picture is in the eyes. In the heart. Blame myself for the skills. I can't capture the grandure of sun rays. It rained on every part of the visible earth. Even the shadows are pretty.
tada~

The trees bathing religiously in sunrise.


Wonder why if anyone uses raining sunshine before.


The sun rays literally pour on the earth.


Cloth peg sun tanning. It's unfair that they get paler but human get darker with long hours under the sun.


From my room.


The photographer.

When you are in the shadows of happiness, stay there not and weep. Else you will be in the shadoes forever. Take a move, and you will be out of it.

~inspired..

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Saturday, April 21, 2007

单纯地...



我们就这样过了一夜。

在这里。



在这单纯的星空下,有你的陪伴,就已经是幸福。

在头脑饱和的状态下,我们只是单纯地想去吃个夜宵。

孰知在意料之中,食堂已经打烊。单纯的我们就移驾到午夜的太阳。

就应该有个落脚的地方享用夜宵。我们就单纯地上了艺术顶楼。

金枪鱼和牛奶面包合在一起真是好味道。

后来姐想找到猎手座猎人腰带上的那三颗星,所以我们就躺在硬硬的石路上单纯地看着微弱的繁星。

新加坡的光害也真是太糟糕。

爱搞气氛的哥播了感性的音乐,单纯的我们就跟着一起哼。

习惯了黑暗的眼睛看到了更多的星闪。在深邃的夜海里谱出美丽的星图。

有时还在想看到的是飞鸟还是流星。

哥问了一些感性的问题。兴致勃勃地我们又一起单纯地回答了。

星星从我们的左边移到了中间,又慢慢地移到了右边。

云也在飘着飘着,遮住了星,又离开了它。

四点半。单纯的我们以为在等两个小时就能看到日出,所以就继续躺着。

能在星空的眷顾下呼吸,草原的陪伴下心跳,小小的幸福填满空空的心房。

有这样的哥哥姐姐在这样时而孤独的地方陪着疯着静静地躺着,真好。

风越刮越寒,艺术楼一角的闪电也越闪越亮。风把云吹到我们头上,厚厚的云层逼近着小小的我们。寒意也开始包围,看着我们抖在一起应该很开心。我们突然有一股想淋雨的冲动。

然后云又被风带走了。

天已经在亮着了。看着曙光心里突然觉得很感动。

草原上的早晨是美丽的。手机的相机是有用的。不顾形象地我们用各种姿势帮对方拍了许多美美的写真。

最后,也终于让我们靠到了日出。灿烂。

地方也太灯光美气氛佳,我们又拍了很多照。姐可以出专辑了。

单纯的疯狂就在满满的相簿和晕晕的头脑下结束。早餐虽然难吃,却也温暖了冷冷的肚子。

兄妹,这样子,就已温馨。





蹲着买东西已经是我们在太阳里的习惯。


停不下来的快门。


越来越亮的晨空。



为艺术牺牲的甫士。





姐:I believe I can fly...
哥:如果你想飞,伤痛我背...




早晨的艺术楼是宁静的。





三人行,必有我师焉。

你说:“太常哭,眼泪就不珍贵了。”

我说:“再还未找到保护我、心疼我的眼泪的人之前,我要先会保护自己。眼泪,是我的一种解脱,一种保护。还没能为别人牺牲掉它。”

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Thursday, April 19, 2007

Heck


Fall in love with my mindmaps for all I want. I will need them again next semester. Heck. It's my most prepared, or rather, the only prepared module.

Story shall be released soon. For you who know, please help me keep it safely with you and only you. Thanks.

I need time to come to terms with it.

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Saturday, April 14, 2007

Randomly random



But I like it.

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When stereotype fails


It's amazing that we can hold persistent stereotype for people who we come little or no contact with, such as people from other countries or occupation. We shape our opinion based on media, which may not often be right.
Guess the construction site beside canteen was a good chance for me to see how a huge building is built. You see how each pillar and ceiling is built, how each nail is hit, how each material is transferred, how dangerous the working condition is for the workers, and how meticulous, co-operative, and in some way, elegant the workers are.


The site.


Day 1 of observation. The ceiling wasn't laid yet.


Day 2 of observation. The ceiling has been partially laid and is becoming the floor for the next storey.

A clearer picture of Day 2 of observation

Day 3 of observation. More parts done. And the pillars for the next storey are being constructed. It saddens me to see that they even have to work in rain. Note the thing in air. I often wonder, how if it falls or how if it lands on someone?

The dangerous sites. With no safety belts or whatsoever. The paths to walk are narrow. How if they fall? They must be as elegant as the gymnastics on the balance beam.

In every quiet corner, they are there working silently.

I don't like to think of why their working condition is dangerous and poorly equipped.

PowRABBIT the rabbit passed away today. Even though I haven't seen it before, I felt sad as well. It's been our class most famous heard-of pet. It's hard to imagine how you part with a companion that has faithfully stayed with you for almost a decade. Someone who witnessed your joy and sorrow, who saw you through your different phrases of life.
I hope Hailing will be ok soon..














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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Something something....


if you comment on this post,
1. i'll respond with something random about you.
2. i'll challenge you to try something.
3. i'll pick a colour that i associate with you.
4. i'll tell you something i like about you.
5. i'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you.
6. i'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. i'll ask you something i've always wanted to ask you.
8. you must post this on yours. (Non-bloggers need not do this)

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ambivalent me


somehow when happiness lasts for too long
I will start to be afraid of it
May be it's the fear of losing it
the fear that I will get used to it
Fear that it will become part of me
such that once it's gone, so does a part of me
May be I should just live by the day
And get all all all my memory erased by the nights
and yes emotions too
So that when the sun shines again
I will carry no baggage of yesterday
So that I will enjoy everyday
With no fear of losing yesterday
Sometimes I just hope that life would
stop
stop moving forward
stop changing
stop taking away the people I love
stop introducing the new and the unfamiliar
just stop

Yes psychology you are right. I think my attachment style is that of anxious/ambivalent. Wanna get close and yet scared of getting too close. I can't help this temperament either. Can you understand me?

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Wednesday, April 11, 2007


les pictures parlent (let the pictures talk)

Yes this is about 3ers' exam-mugging. And all the deviations that stem out from mugging session. Today celebrates the 2-week anniversary of us mugging together.



We do mug. Featuring K didi who became my daddy.



Girls mug harder. Featuring YY the body part of my aunt.

And of course, I do mug.



Some people do mug in a weird way. Featuring J the greatgrandfather.


Some people have weird habits while mugging.


Sometimes we ordered dinner and gave the poor delivery man a big problem locating our tutorial room. (He insisted delivering it to the room!)


And we do keep ourselves hydrated. Voluntary watermen do the job of carrying gallons of water.


Sometimes we do watch nice sunsets together.


And sometimes we do stop to view nice night scenes on the way home after a night of tiring mugging. Featuring the best view from NTU - the view from the back of SSC. And I killed a snail there. sorry.


And sometimes scandals do happen. Featuring my greatgrandparents - J and SL.


Sometimes gay scandals just have to happen naturally. J and WH - my cousin.


Or some accidental romance. May be it's intentional? :p Featuring YZ and WJ - the spirit part of my aunt and my grandfather.



Sometimes people come in the same dress sense. Featuring PS my jiejie.

Sometimes people just happen to have the same pose.

Sometimes people end up using computer for the wrong reason. Featuring WP my koko.



Sometimes mama has to punish son for DOTAing instead of mugging.


Sometimes people do feel like posing as depressed homme.


Sometimes we do take pictures everywhere. Featuring lift.



A lot of the time people end up sleeping. But this is actually taken during the night when the guys camped over in the seminar room.


More sleeping... It's amazing how they maintain balance while striving to sleep comfortably.


Sometimes people sleep even during the non-sleeping hours.


We always have a lot of ammunities with us especially during the weekeend camps.


And of course a lot of rubbish is produced and we just have to pose to take pics of them. Try to locate my finger. Clue 1: it's one of the darkest, 2: It has one of the smaller angle of opening, 3: There's a tiny on the back of my hand.



HSS Seminar Room 2 is our favourite mugging place.


Sometimes we do celebrate birthdays. Featuring YY's bday on 18 March.


Featuring J's bday on 28 March.


We do try to come up with nice stuff.


And nice sabotage. This is called butt-dipping.

And some bleesing in disguise for the bday girl. Note the reluctance of YY.


Sometimes we do entertain children and give them sweets. Oh so charitable.


No matter what, we are 3ers. And we are happy together. Missing: PS.



















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