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TL;DR version: July was disturbing. Oh my fucking god.

Finally, a series of events to write about. Dear readers, I have finally found a disturbing fortnight after joining the polytechnic. Do not misunderstand, I don't go around looking for one. Towards the end of July 2009, unfortunate and mind-boggling phenomenons took place. Surprisingly, they all seem to concentrate towards the last week.

It shall start with an accident taking place right before my very eyes. Breakfast before school; a random decision I made to ease my lethargy. I had pulled an all nighter in order to complete the PowerPoint project that was issued without my knowledge. Perhaps I wasn't paying attention in class, I'm totally oblivious. Either ways, I managed to finish the assignment which was themed "My Hobby - Video Gaming". So, I was gleefully ravaging that bowl of fishball noodles before I heard the sickening cacophony of clashing vehicles. Almost immediately, I looked up and saw a man thrown about 3metres away from his motorcycle. If I'd provided the rest of the information, you will most definitely puke onto your beloved keyboard. Astounded, I gulped down the last fishball, grabbed my bag, and made my way to the bus-stop. Thankfully, my immediate destination is quite a distance away from the scene.

Aboard the bus, images of the tragedy flashed vividly across my mind. Sick. I almost broke down in tears as I thought about what my parents often tell me "Life is Fragile". What a way to start the day. As expected, I turned up late. Towards the end of school, Viknesh surprised me with the decision to proceed to MDIS for an interview. He had probably sent me an sms or an e-mail informing me, again, I was oblivious. More than 24hours awake - way to go.

On Friday night, I had a rejuvenating night's rest. The next day, I looked into the mirror and thought I saw Ash's best friend - Pikachu. Pimples, god damned pimples.

(Warning: Harsh writing. Go back to disclaimer.)
Tuesday, 28th July, was another happening day for me. Though it isn't as dramatic as the previous event. Interestingly, I would consider it an exaggerated version of what I perceive of JiaQi's, perhaps casual, remarks.

Quoted
"(I think that) Men who can't play Basketball and/or Soccer are unfit to be men."

I read it as "Men who can't play either basketball or soccer should be shameful of themselves"
I do think a lot. I ponder and I ponder; and I went lolwut? It was probably said in spite of my criticism and satirical comments towards a sport that JiaQi participates readily in - Table Tennis. Though I have to give her credit for figuring out I can't do ball games.

My argument is this. Though I'm well-known for my habit of generalization, should I assume that "Girls who can't Sing and Dance should be ashamed of themselves"? Because deep down, somewhere in our hearts we know that girls are meant to portray such an image. Just as you claim that men are supposed to be out in the field/court playing their hearts out. What if people are born to excel in different aspects, just as you are gracefully swinging that bat? And men such as myself to be artistically-inclined; my vocals; my sketches; my essays. Enough said.

Apart from my disagreement to the assertion, I thought of what basketball meant to me. What kind of a sport is basketball? Bounce; pass ; shoot; score. A competitive game that involves teamwork and great synergy. Not anymore. Upon discussion with my peers, I have concluded that basketball is but a wannabe sport. Empirical observation revealed that nobody passes the ball anymore - teammates are vying to score. Besides, every guy (exclude girls) in my life who played basketball acts as if they had the status to despise whoever they come across with. Guess what smartass, I'm richer than you. Money makes the world go round, not basketball. For those who claim its love, choke it and go back to your mum's embrace. Conversely, soccer players have not attempted demoting the sport.

Of course, there are a hell lot more events that occured throughout the month. Namely, the Andrew Gray Slander of DTRM/1A/05, the surprised Mildred Chan who found it hard to believe Melvin sang the 'Grace Kelly' falsetto part and the hilarious pool games that were played in Moberly. Lastly, I believe I may have broken my personal record of making the most enemies in a month.
Allow me to apologize for my wrongdoings.

Quoted.
"My Surname is Chua"

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