Monday, April 25, 2005

我睇唔到喇.......一解亂碼...一係得half....你都係要繼續貼.....^^

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gLyq said...

Monday, April 25, 2005

禮拜1 luu…
後日返學… = =
琴晚同zoe 傾計…
都講得幾耐…
vera 今日黎左…
笑左成日….
~…
無咩…
今日anzac day…
公衆假期~


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Sunday, April 24, 2005

今日….. 1 大早…起身返工~
去到見到meng
哈哈～．．．　
同我講國語．．．
去后面搵apron…
meng 見我係到搵野…
係隔離幫我手…
跟住另外個個又幫埋1份…
估唔到佢英文咁流利…!
2點放工….
去strathfield 食韓國野
返到屋企…. 抄notes…. = =


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Saturday, April 23, 2005

終于!!! 做完!!!!
我English short story!!!
仲幾驚會over limit…
好彩1，297 字…

啱啱好係要求ge 範圍裏~
今日1 早返工…
放工.. 同家姐行左1 陣…
返屋企~
睇金田一….
差唔多6.30 出去食飯~
返黎做完功課~~
哈哈~ 好開心… =D
估唔到..
今日會做完！！！！！！！
不過未諗倒咩名好….
I remember I leant sign language in primary school, but I never know it would come in handy one day. Now I’m in the 2nd year of Macquarie University doing a combine degree of ‘special education’ and ‘psychology’. I thought I might have some practical work to strengthen my knowledge form my study by volunteering counselling work at uni mainly helping disabled people.

I was sent to the councillor head manager almost immediately. To my surprise, it was a rather young lady named Susan. She invited me into her office and started interrogating me about why I volunteered. According to her experiences, not many guys volunteer these counselling works. She wouldn’t accept the fact that I volunteered because I wanted to, until I told her what I was studying.

Not long after I informed Susan that I knew sign language, she introduced me to a deaf and mute girl called Sophie. Sophie was in her 1st year of uni studying creative arts. She has long straight black hair with dark brown eyes, around 170cm tall with a relatively slim figure.

I was tensed when I first met her, who was also the first deaf and mute person I ever met. I totally forgot my sign language that I boasted so much with my friends. It was an awkward silence, then Susan left. Sophie broke the awkwardness by using sign language trying to communicate with me. She did it so fluently and fast, that I could not keep up with it. After all it was my first time talking to a deaf and mute girl. I looked at her without a clue, so she then repeated her hand gestures again at a much slower pace. Her question was what was my name. I said Joseph naturally, forgetting the fact that she couldn’t hear me. I then repeated myself by using sign language. She interrupted me by hitting my hand, telling me that she could lip-read.

We talked for a while, until it was time for her to go to her course. After she was gone, I let out a breath, like I just finished an exam. I walked out of uni, thinking what happened just then. I felt actually proud of myself that I could communicate with her. To me, she was a quiet girl; I had to ask her questions continuously to keep her talking. I got home with a big smile on my face and started to practise my sign language, so then it would run smoothly the next time I talk to her.



The next time I saw her was at the canteen. I sat down with my friends talking normally, suddenly we heard a plate fell on the floor, I turned around it was Sophie grabbing the canteen man by the collar. I ran to her, holding her back. ‘ What happened?’ I was trying to ask her in sign language. She ignored me and tried to push me back. I lost the held of her. I stood back, she wouldn’t let go of the man until the security guards of the school came separated her with the canteen man. She was still frustrated kicking everything she sees. I went to the security guards and told them that she was my friend. So they let her go, I dragged her out of the canteen and went to the grass area. ‘Feeling better now? What happened?’ I asked her. She burst out with explaining what happened in the canteen, while I was trying to catch the words she was saying. It was such a little thing, just because the canteen man gave her the wrong food and doesn’t understand her sign language. I didn’t get why she was so frustrated, but I didn’t ask. I sat down next to her silently until she felt better and told me that she wanted to be alone, so I left her.



The next day, I walked around in the uni searching for my friends. I accidentally walked into one of the music rooms. The lights were off, since there was no one there. As I was about to walk out, I heard someone sobbing, so I turned on the lights. To my surprise, it was Sophie at the corner with her arms around her knees. I walked over to her; kneel down asking her if she was ok. She pushed me away as hard as she could. I lost my balance and fell on the floor. My anger was rushing up, but I knew I needed to be patient, so I held my anger. I stood up, and asked once again what was wrong. She looked at me with her eyes in tears. It was that moment shiver went through my spine. ‘I don’t need your sympathy.’ She said in sign language. I was speechless, didn’t know how to respond her. ‘Go away.’ She gave me a death stared. ‘I’m here to help you.’ I finally said something, thinking she might tell me what was wrong. ‘I don’t need your help!’ was her respond. ‘I can live without your help, so stop following me.’ She said again. ‘I’m not following you.’ I said, couldn’t believe that she’s saying these things to me, while im trying the best to help her. ‘Why don’t tell me what’s wrong maybe I can solve for you. I can understand.’ I was trying to calm myself down. She suddenly stood up, ‘what do you understand? Do you even know how does it feel like? Everyday I come here, when I try to communicate with people, do you know how they look at me? How they treat me?’ She did her sign language in frustration and very rapid. I couldn’t hold my anger anymore, I shouted at her. ‘You just can’t accept the fact that you’re JUST disable, but you’re still living. You think people are giving you weird looks, is because that’s what YOU think. You think that you’re not as equal as the others. While everyone around you has accepted that you’re deaf and mute, but it is you that is not accepting it. You should really try thinking in other perspectives than just thinking about yourself. I know I haven’t known you that long, but I can tell you. If you still have the same thoughts that you have now in your head for your rest of the life, you’re making it miserable.’ I let my anger out like a waterfall. Sophie looked at me and started burst out in tears, she said again. ‘Don’t try to act like you know me very well or understand me. I can tell you now, you don’t, not even one single tiny bit. Have you ever suddenly walk out of the street and you couldn’t hear a thing, putting your music on full volume and still couldn’t hear one single tone. Is like I’m in the darkness, I don’t hear what other people hear.’ Sophie covered her ears with her hands. ‘I don’t know what your voice is like, I never went to CD shops since I was deaf and mute, I tired playing the piano, but I don’t know what I’m playing. Have you ever experienced that?’ She asked me continuously with her sign language. I shook my head softly. After 2 mins of silence, she walked out of the room in silence. I didn’t stop her, which I should have that time.



That was the last time I saw her. I regret what I said to her. She was right I never understood her. I sat down in the corner that she was sitting at, when she was arguing with me. I regret everything I’ve done to her. She taught me one thing. Trying to help people isn’t giving them your sympathy.




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Friday, April 22, 2005

就是從一包糖開始….
令到自己習慣左2點訓….
由一個最小的開始…
想唔到會有個咁大ge 變化….
大家細個個時都係咁天真….
長大后…..
人總會變…..
根本幫唔倒佢…..
真係估唔倒….
佢會變成咁……
當然… 我又唔係唔識d 种人….
細佬… tom…. C.J…. 楓哥…. 嵐…
都係咁ge 人……
唔知點解就係接受唔倒佢係咁……
= =….
上網….
好奇怪…
咁早都咁多人on….
傾左1 陣….
終于開始左我ge short story…

總係覺得…..
唔係咁好…. = =
算喇… 假期 就黎完喇……..
= =…..


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