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Ken Chua would no longer go underground unless the notorious Martial Law II is declared. He is partly convinced that all his pent-up thoughts are spilled in this account.
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One Day These Soles Could Trample An Ocean Tides Of Arguments About History. .
Tuesday, September 15, 2009 3:00 PM / top

I was not prepared to be the the Prime Minister in our debate.
Who am I kidding?

Prime Minister. The Speaker. The Leader. One who always talks first. I don't like the thought of that as the members of our group had pushed me into the first seat.

I couldn't deliver a speech. Especially a first sentence that could convince my classmates that Yes, yes. .Ken is correct. .and Oohh what a lovely gentle voice he has unsuitable for debate.

Alright. The unofficial, completely hush-hush explanation, also known as the truth: I was not prepared. Well. .I was prepared to be a second speaker. Or a researcher. This I could honestly admit. But not the Prime Minister. Aaarrggghh!

So what did I do after stuttering words and phrases adlib? Got that right, I made a total fool of myself.

*sigh*

One day these soles could trample an ocean tides of arguments about history.
I'm not aspiring to be a high-class shoe-off. But then again, I could also be like Gokongwei and change history without being a smooth talker.

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