I got tagged.. by Ruth. (Fact 3 updated)

*sigh* I am at work and I have way too much time on my hands. No not really, I just don't feel like working and that's why I decided to blog-hop. Then I thought to myself: "Hmm.. haven't check out Ruth's blog for a while" and I clicked on Ruth's name *shaking my head* and I got tagged as a consequence.

Right... 6 weird things about Nam

Fact 1: I am obsess with keeping things in order. Example: I often arrange all the pen and pencils in my pencil case so that they point the same way.

Fact 2: I frequently buy a pack of potato crisps and in the end I either give it away or eat one piece and leave the rest on the table. I have no idea why because I have every intention of finishing the packet! Like.. I buy it because I really wanna eat it but never feel like eating it once I paid for the crisps. What is wrong with me!?!

Fact 3: It takes me forever to finish a cup of coffee. True!! Whether I decided to sit down and have coffee (large skim latte) in The Link and study with Jazz , chill out at Ben's place (Ben's special mocha), or just catch up with someone.. usually in The Link.. I take hours to finish a cup of coffee. Jazz always give me a hard time by saying: "You still haven't finished that!?" or "Eeww.. cold coffee".

Fact 4: erm... come back in a few hours/days time.. and it should be here

Fact 5: righto... ermm.. check Fact 4

Fact 6: ....

I couldn't think of anything but I will come back to update the list once I got something.

I am at work, sipping my iced Ovaltine and writing a new post instead of doing my work.

I prefer cold drinks in the morning because it is very refreshing.

I had 3 hours of Microcounselling class last night, and we did some role-play

My group is of 6 people. One therapist, one client, 5 observers. I was the therapist.

My case was a middle aged woman who just moved back with her abusive husband with her two children, she decided to seek professional help because she start having doubts about her decision.

It was a long day, I couldn't wait for the class to be over, but I wished the role-play lasted longer than it was.

My "client" feels that it is OK for her husband to hit her...and that statement sent the my other group members to shed their role of observers to become therapists.

I was not being a very good therapist. I didn't have the patience to listen and I was to forceful. Mainly because I felt genuinely concerned for her children safety even though I know that they are imagined characters. Also because I feel very strongly about domestic violence. I was trying to make her see why it is not OK for a man to hit a woman. I was too forceful.

It humble me. It made me realised that some women are willing to take the blows in order to be with her husband.. and it made me realised how ill-equipped I am to help these women.

I can't wait to be a counsellor.

I feel like every day is blending into one. Today is the same as yesterday and tomorrow will the the same as today. What's the point of all this? Why is life so boring? Why?

Why...