INDIVIDUAL JOURNAL 02

AHMAD ASHRAF BIN MOHAMAD

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MONDAY 4PM - 7PM GROUP
SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY FNBE
03 . 11 . 14
MR SHANKAR

CHAPTER 2
ENTRY ONE
ABRAHAM MASLOW HIERARCHY OF NEEDS
The hierarchy of needs is a theoretical structure of aspects of life to be
sequentially fulfilled, each following aspect, a more complex, self-centric
need.
Ever felt cranky during a lecture? You have no idea why, youre irritable
and annoyed at everything. The person on your left clicking her pen.
Stab. Pointless mumbling shooting out of the lecturers mouth. Die.
The idiot in the headphones beside you is blaring Katy Perry on his
headphones. Shut the f**k up. It is then you realised that you left your
steaming hot daging curry pau in the steamer. The very pau that should
be warming up your emaciated body now.
That is, in theory, the Abraham Maslows Hierarchy of Needs in motion. It
emphasises on the fulfilment most basic psychological needs to be able
to proceed to the need of self-actualization.
In my case, the need of food, the basic need of survival, overcomes the
need for self-esteem, a need for respect from others.
There I sat for the entire 2-hour duration of the lecture resisting from
lashing out to someone, anyone with a face and two hands.
Then came the food. The end.

ENTRY TWO
SELF SERVING ATTRIBUTION
Self-serving attribution is a self-defence mechanism in a form or
reconcilation and reassurances in which your mind provides to preserve
your self-esteem. What a self-centered physiological occurrence eh?
Selfish, yes, but necessary. Youd be living half-assedly without a
direction and a lifeline nor an identity if it were not to exists. Simply said,
youd be a worm in nourishing soil.

Yet another exemplary account of my own experiences hooray.

As youll know from the previous accounts, I have an ear for music and
the fingers to match. I loved the piano and the lessons I had, but I
dreaded the theory and practical exams. A sense of doom creeping
through every step or two through the hotel corridor. Finding your name
under the registry of respective grade and they place you in a the waiting
groom. Harrowing, panic-inducing. Pair that with the stern eyes of an
instructor from a country the opposite side of the world, the cold greasy
keys from the previous kids that fell prey to adrenaline. Ahmad Ashraf?
Room 4556 please.
I nailed my 4th grade. With a few more marks to distinction my teacher
treated me to ice cream and so did my parents. They got me a few
things, a toy or two. Definitely from my the countless hours of practice I
put through this.
I was a few marks above pass on my 5th grade exam though. Maybe it
was the chair I had to sit on. They had barely any cushion I mean yes I
was a fat kid but cmon its Hilton get a better chair gosh.