很多年以后的一个早晨，女人依旧像往常一样在镜前描眉抹唇，男人不经意的说，其实，你涂红色的唇膏更好看。半天，女人终于反应过来，幸福的泪一下子毁了她精致的妆…………
当女人意识到的时候，背后有人喊她丑女人已经很久了，其实如果她没有那块斑，她应是一个绝色的女子，她开始蓄刘海，她想用她那乌黑的头发遮住那个刺眼的红。
女人到了恋爱的年龄，可她没有勇气去追求她想要的爱情，左前额那块红色的斑是她心中一颗朱砂痣，时刻磨砺着她骄傲的心。
但爱情还是来了，那是个艺术家，女人不懂艺术，打小崇拜搞艺术的人，那个男人说，你有婀娜多姿的身材和一张艺术的脸，女人醉了，她忘了脸上的那块红斑，她为爱献了身，作了艺术家的人体模特。
每次，艺术家画画的时候，都要女人露出那块红斑。有一天，艺术家兴奋的对女人说，我给你画的人体画得了金奖，是因为你漂亮的脸蛋上的那块红斑。
女人惊醒，原来他根本就不爱她，她不过是他廉价的利用品。
第二次爱情，男人是个有钱的老板，只是有些结巴。女人问，你就不想我长得丑？男人说，虽然你长得不了看，但是你的心好，不像别的女人，看中的只是我的钱。
女人信了，其实是信她自己。她是真的爱那个男人。她温柔贤惠，做饭洗衣样样拿手，对男人瘫痪在床的母亲更是照顾的无微不至。
有一次，男人和朋友聊天，她在厨房炒菜，隐隐听到男人说，别看她长得丑，可勤快，能干，这样我就放心把瘫痪在床的老妈甩给她了，还不用付一分钱。原来，男人只是爱他的钱。
女人再次被伤害，而脸上的红斑成了她的心病，她不敢再相信感情，她把精力全部放在工作上，很快，她成了公司举足轻重的人物。
有一次谈判，她认识了一个帅气的男人，女人的优雅、睿智深深地吸引了男人，谈判结束后，男人请女人吃饭，女人拒绝了，像以往拒绝众多优秀男人的爱情盛宴。
男人并未死心，他给她发短信，给她送花，给她唱：我怎么会迷上你，我轻声问自己………
她渐渐有一些心动，却只是普通朋友那样与他交往。后来有一天，男人骑着摩托载她去玩，男人连闯两次红灯被交警拦下，男人说，我是色盲。
女人的心豁然开朗了，她终于倾心投入了与男人的爱情。不久，女人和男人幸福的结合了。
很多年以后的一个早晨，女人依旧像往常一样在镜前描眉抹唇，男人不经意的说，其实，你涂红色的唇膏更好看。半天，女人终于反应过来，幸福的泪一下子毁了她精致的妆…………
this is a love story talking about how a woman has gotten the love of her life even with a red birth mark on her forehead. it's pretty touching, considering that the man managed a white lie for so many years before accidentally revealing that he is actually not colour-blind.
took a walk around causeway point and north point today to look at shirts, shoes, socks, belts, slippers, squash rackets, swimming trunks... ya, most of these things start with 's' for some reasons. it was quite a walk considering i got a wound underneath my left foot after i stepped on my cracked plastic folder while i was cleaning up the other day. i hate it when i feel comfortable walking normally at home but have to walk in an awkward fashion in order to be comfortable.
a few thoughts for today...
was thinking about the recent school module that i've gotten through the STARS war, which is a SSM(NIE) module named physical activity for the special population or something like that. initially i wanted to take it because i thought it may be relevant to a clinical psychologist in handling clients who belong to the special population like ADHD, MR, etc. so along with giving your treatment, you can also give advice on exercising. in my mind that sounds rather like a nice compliment for a professional.
this kinda led me on to thinking about the special population and how are we helping them. in the eyes of the rest of us, the special population, is special. unique. but when euphemism is stripped away, words like weird, strange, scary, etc... come into play. perhaps in the eyes of them, it's the rest of us that is weird. and somehow, i hope that is true of their feelings. which is harder? being normal in a weird world? or being weird in a normal world?
all along in psychology, handling the special population is like handling a disease or an illness. we need to treat them. we are finding ways to bring them back to normal; our standard of norms. but how many times did one ponder over, whether we should bring ourselves to their norm. granted that it's possible, being able to experience what they experience would truly bring about a whole new perspective in understanding their sensory inputs, their thought process, their uncontrollable actions. i would gladly do so. to be able to empathize, to be able to understand more about another individual, or another group.
is it because of our standard of norms in the society, which dictates that we should all behave in a certain way during interactions, bring so much restrictions on the special population that they are causing them pain? are they suffering in the society because of us, the normals? could it be possible to build a society in which the special population can be labelled as part of the population, instead of special? integrated among us, living as usual among us, become 'normal' with us.
perhaps this kind of thoughts spark within me while i was watching a video of an autistic child who grew up to be able to type her thoughts in a laptop one day which astonish her family and therapists. she wasn't taught to read, and from the video, it was hard for her family to help her manage the daily requirements. and in her thoughts, she addressed her sensory abnormalies, her views on how people view the special population, how she yearn to be normal like other kids. should we be the ones to accommodate them, instead of asking them to rise up our standards? especially when it is easier for us than it is for them? of course it's not possible for just a one-way change whereby we accommodate them fully or wanting them to change fully, it's a two-way change, meeting each other halfway, or some way.
it has also bothered me for a while after a prof told us that the special population is lacking in attention in the local context. as if they are keeping the whole thing a hush hush, or not educating the masses enough.. somewhere in my heart, i hope someone would make some noise about it, gather the masses, tell them what's lacking, petition, push for more financial grants, etc. sadly, i'm not that someone. the role needs someone who cares a lot more than me.
saw another video on veteran iraq soldiers who left the force and talked about the things that happened over there at iraq which were hidden away from the public by the media. it seemed that the ex-soldiers couldn't stand by their initial determination to serve the country when they saw what was happening over there. for them, the experience at iraq brought a whole new perspective. apparently, it diverged from what they actually believe they were doing before they went over. it is frightening to think that the americans sent their troops over there, and instead of helping the country and displaying altrusim, the underlying motive behind the war is intertwined with politics, power, money... basically it's not for a pure cause. moreover, the missions that the ex-soldiers talked about involved sacrificing the lives of the local innocent, disrupting their lives, barging into their homes in the middle of the night, raiding them... there was a few seconds extracted from another rather disturbing and viral video that showed the camera view of the ground from the pilots in the chopper and them shooting at the locals. the ending speech made quite a powerful impact, stating that the war is not at iraq, but in america itself.
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