Mad mad rush to complete data collection.
Classic example of how procrastination is NOT the way to go.
Though findings are interesting... having to speak non-stop for 5 hours, and in Mandarin is more draining than I thought.
Doesn't help that school is starting next week...
I need to NOT talk.
HORRORS
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
A streetcreed named denial
Somewhere, the popular belief says
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Somewhere, the psychologists claim:
Talk about your pain, face the music, vent it all.
And psychologists, are not to be defied, denied, or denounced.
However, somewhere, a group of dissidents proposed that denial is the way to go.
And so a heated argument began, on that fateful day in that quaint little pub on the hill.
"Denial!?" Sharp astonished gasps emerged and murmurings soon filled the room.
A group of psychologists sniggered and turned their elegant educated noses up at this blasphemous suggestion.
The omniscient (self-proclaimed, if i may add) psychologist step in and declared, in his all-knowing crisp voice:
"Denial is an unconscious defense mechanism characterized by refusal to acknowledge painful realities, thoughts, or feelings. Hence, it is not healthy for an individual to embrace it"
(Fortunately for him, there was wi-fi and he managed to gain access in time, to dicionary.com via his lovely diamond-crusted iphone)
Denialists, afraid to offend the psychologists, bowed their heads together and began to discuss fervently. One suddenly called out: "Why poke at a gaping wound? Why would one want to worsen the pain?"
The impressed denialists cheered and everyone enthusiastically patted the brave speaker on his back.
"But you're not learning to cope with it! Its cowardice! You're running away from the problem. You MUST follow our way" The psychologists screamed in indignance.
The second brave denialist who was miffed by his pompous counterparts, retorted zealously,
"Are you sure that facing one's worst fears is the best? By grabbing the bulls by the horns... are you sure we won't be gored to death by the furious bull and be reduced to a bloody mess?" (The first brave speaker,as you would have guessed, was still nursing his back, which received myriad passionate pats)
"That's how we all learn to grow. It is not easy, but its the best way to go!" A saccharine voice rang out encouragingly. This psychologist blinked her bambi-eyes earnestly, eager to win over the hearts and minds of the defiant denialists.
"I have heard enough!"(and frankly, so have I) declared the third brave denialist. (the second brave speaker, you might not be able to guess, was still trembling, trying to recover from his impassioned outburst)
"We have decided that DENIAL is for us, and we shall hear no more from you psychologists!. Comrades, let us leave this place right away!"
The denialists cheered again and staggered out of the quaint little pub in high spirits (and yes, you can be sure that they did consume significant amounts of spirits), proud to have defended the new street creed.
"You're doomed, you ignorant fools" spat the psychologist, clutching his beloved diamond-crusted iphone in one hand and shaking his fist, with the other hand, naturally. (it was unthinkable to subject the precious phone to unforgiving shaking!)
"World peace!" cried out the psychologist with bambi-eyes, which were already brimming with tears of sympathy.
Disclaimer:
No psychologists were harmed in the making of this story
This is just a large distorted figment of the writer's overactive imagination - where a thought about denial metamorphosed into one odd ridiculous story.
*shrug*
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Somewhere, the psychologists claim:
Talk about your pain, face the music, vent it all.
And psychologists, are not to be defied, denied, or denounced.
However, somewhere, a group of dissidents proposed that denial is the way to go.
And so a heated argument began, on that fateful day in that quaint little pub on the hill.
"Denial!?" Sharp astonished gasps emerged and murmurings soon filled the room.
A group of psychologists sniggered and turned their elegant educated noses up at this blasphemous suggestion.
The omniscient (self-proclaimed, if i may add) psychologist step in and declared, in his all-knowing crisp voice:
"Denial is an unconscious defense mechanism characterized by refusal to acknowledge painful realities, thoughts, or feelings. Hence, it is not healthy for an individual to embrace it"
(Fortunately for him, there was wi-fi and he managed to gain access in time, to dicionary.com via his lovely diamond-crusted iphone)
Denialists, afraid to offend the psychologists, bowed their heads together and began to discuss fervently. One suddenly called out: "Why poke at a gaping wound? Why would one want to worsen the pain?"
The impressed denialists cheered and everyone enthusiastically patted the brave speaker on his back.
"But you're not learning to cope with it! Its cowardice! You're running away from the problem. You MUST follow our way" The psychologists screamed in indignance.
The second brave denialist who was miffed by his pompous counterparts, retorted zealously,
"Are you sure that facing one's worst fears is the best? By grabbing the bulls by the horns... are you sure we won't be gored to death by the furious bull and be reduced to a bloody mess?" (The first brave speaker,as you would have guessed, was still nursing his back, which received myriad passionate pats)
"That's how we all learn to grow. It is not easy, but its the best way to go!" A saccharine voice rang out encouragingly. This psychologist blinked her bambi-eyes earnestly, eager to win over the hearts and minds of the defiant denialists.
"I have heard enough!"(and frankly, so have I) declared the third brave denialist. (the second brave speaker, you might not be able to guess, was still trembling, trying to recover from his impassioned outburst)
"We have decided that DENIAL is for us, and we shall hear no more from you psychologists!. Comrades, let us leave this place right away!"
The denialists cheered again and staggered out of the quaint little pub in high spirits (and yes, you can be sure that they did consume significant amounts of spirits), proud to have defended the new street creed.
"You're doomed, you ignorant fools" spat the psychologist, clutching his beloved diamond-crusted iphone in one hand and shaking his fist, with the other hand, naturally. (it was unthinkable to subject the precious phone to unforgiving shaking!)
"World peace!" cried out the psychologist with bambi-eyes, which were already brimming with tears of sympathy.
Disclaimer:
No psychologists were harmed in the making of this story
This is just a large distorted figment of the writer's overactive imagination - where a thought about denial metamorphosed into one odd ridiculous story.
*shrug*
why, where, how shall she begin
Why?
After bidding goodbye,
will she return
Back to this page
where she scrawl, her scattered snippets.
Where, then?
After such long absence
shall she begin
Right on this page
of drying anticipation -
how she abscounded, her readers abandoned.
How, now?
After rusty synapses, choked with debris from unspoken thoughts
can she continue ...
After this page,
And once again, prose deludes.
May the myriad isolated flashes of murmurings
edge their way in
Find yourselves a spot, fellows. She knows not how.
Of why, of where, of how would she begin-
Escape-is-it!
Hence the music start the tone
the melodies, along with words unfold,
the murmurings the heart unfurled,
the meanderings down a face wrinkled.
Hope you like the songs.
Said she.
After bidding goodbye,
will she return
Back to this page
where she scrawl, her scattered snippets.
Where, then?
After such long absence
shall she begin
Right on this page
of drying anticipation -
how she abscounded, her readers abandoned.
How, now?
After rusty synapses, choked with debris from unspoken thoughts
can she continue ...
After this page,
And once again, prose deludes.
May the myriad isolated flashes of murmurings
edge their way in
Find yourselves a spot, fellows. She knows not how.
Of why, of where, of how would she begin-
Escape-is-it!
Hence the music start the tone
the melodies, along with words unfold,
the murmurings the heart unfurled,
the meanderings down a face wrinkled.
Hope you like the songs.
Said she.
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