I am not a terrible person.

NOTE: This is a very serious topic and is not intended to make fun, ridicule, or mock any person(s). Names have been changed/altered to protect the identity of those involved.

I write to you through this blog to defend my position regarding an event that ended in obvious catastrophe. There have been many rumors, mostly lies, that have stemmed from this event. The main persons involved is me obviously, and another fellow who we will call "SC" for privacy reasons. And also a bench. I do not want to reveal "SC's" face, but he is a small Asian guy that sometimes wears sunglasses indoors and hovers above my right shoulder and spits on my food.


Unfortunately, SC may have a slight problem with vision. But there is nothing wrong with that. That is not his fault. I love SC no matter what. It is most definitely WheelchairDude's fault, who has been the main source of many lies and half-truths. On with the story.

It all started on a nice Saturday afternoon when a couple of guys and I decided to play basketball outside.

The scene of the event (bench not pictured)

SIDE NOTE: I am really good at basketball. I am not good at shots, layups, defense, and dribbling, but I am good at arguing bad calls so that my team can get the ball whenever we want. Honestly, I do not know any basketball rules. I just make them up and say that I read it on NBA.com so people believe what I say.




Everyone was having a great time playing a fun game of basketball. It was our ball and I dribbled down the court. This is what the situation looked like.

The distance between me and SC is approx. 3 ft.

Knowing that SC cannot see very well, and me being a nice guy, I passed the ball to SC very slowly. So slow it actually just rolled on the ground so that only he could receive the pass. SC tried to grab the ball but missed! Poor fellow. And the ball rolled out of bounds. Unfortunately, SC was not able to see that the ball had already gone out of bounds.


So he tried to save it.


And so he dove.


Headfirst.


In to the bench.


Luckily, SC only acquired a small cut on his face. But the damage had been done. There was a violent uprising against me since I "caused" the accident. I tried to explain myself. I tried to tell them that it wasn't my fault.

 

Everyone is walking away.

No one would listen. All I ever did was pass him the ball! Why doesn't anyone ask for MY side of the story?! And WheelchairDude did not help this cause. He grasped this opportunity like "a roaring lion seeking to devour [me]." (1 Peter 5:8) He is spreading many fibs and have been eluding the people of the truth. Because of him, there have been mixed reactions among people who have confronted me.

Friend: Dude. Why would you do that. He can't see.
Me: I JUST PASSED HIM THE BALL!


SC: WHY DID YOU DO THAT. WHYYY.
Me: .....


Out-of-towner: Hey, aren't you the guy that punched SC in the face because he beat you in basketball?
Me:  what.


SC's mom: >:O!
Me: ..... (-.-)



So basically, many people think I am a terrible person who beat up handicapped people. That is a lie. Only MikeLim does that. I am not terrible. I am nice. One time, I fed WheelchairDude because he has no hands. This proves my niceness.

I will like to say once again to the rest of the world that I never punched SC. Nor have I pushed him in to a bench. He did it. Him. Not me.

Bongsa.

I love to do bongsa. All the time. Unlike MikeLim* who fibs about his hours. Anyways, it has been the reoccurring event where I am separated with the guys and end up with the older sisters. Sometimes I am lucky enough to have another brother be put in to my group so I actually have a partner. Usually when I am alone with them the conversation goes like this.

Them: Hugene, you are so big when your parents are so small!
Me: (uneasy laugh) yes.
Them: How tall are you?!?!
Me: I'm not sure. Around 6 feet? (uneasy laugh)
Them: Oh ok.
Me:.....
Them:.......

Usually this conversation is followed by an awkward 15 minutes of silence. Then the older sisters start talking about which mart has the best sales and why I should be drinking sulfur water to get rid of all my pimples. One older sister even sprayed sulfur water on my face when I wasn't looking. She is very cunning.

But luckily, this time, another brother was sent to my car group filled with older sisters. Let's call him, say, I don't know, Jae*. Jae is a pretty cool guy. Probably the coolest. Probably the only.... coolest. Anyways, it felt good to have him be my bongsa partner. We finally get to a house and it is our turn. So we go out. And we find....

Koreans love their Jindo

The dog was guarding the front door.

Jae: Woah. That dog looks vicious!
Me: It should be ok.
Jae: Eh.. I think I'm just gonna stay here.
Me: Sigh~ fine. I will go by myself.

And I felt so proud that I could do something and be unafraid when Jae could not. So I valiantly walked up to the front door.





Then I stepped in dog poop. 


*Names may or may not have been changed. Most likely not.

The start of a new blog.

This is the start of a blog that will probably end up being lame and not funny at all. But creating a blog has been on my "Things to do before I die" list and it seems like my time is short. These blog posts, along with some pictures, will accurately portray my life as Hugene - the guy with the worst life. Maybe you will be sympathethic. Maybe you will laugh. Maybe cry. Please do not cry. Maybe you will feel empathy. Your reaction is not important to me. What is important is that you see what it is like...

   

to have the worst life.