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The Chronicles of Ulic
Begin Once More
Sunday, October 29, 2006
tomorrow is the day. the results will be out tomorrow.
it is thusly a time for reflection. what a year it has been... why, i remember the first day i spent in pj...
... actually, screw reflection. i don't want to be digging up dirt about myself (other people's dirt is another matter entirely). old hurts can and will wound the present and future. i don't want to reflect on what happened so long ago. what happened two days ago is also another matter.
since two days ago is like today, only 48 hours ago, then i guess it's okay to bitch about it. it'll meke me feel better.
we had a class bbq. you know what? i'm not going to disclose all the details. no point. i'd much prefer to just make an open letter to no one in particular. here goes:
dear whoever you are (i shall call you genius),
so, genius. pardon my impudence, and may God have mercy at my soul for being so rude and brash at criticising (yes, i'm merely criticising, because i can't see any way to make it constructive. it's beyond hope) your perfect being, in all its perfect anachronism (it belongs in the mesozoic era with all the other prehistoric dumbf***s). but you would do well, very well indeed, if you weren't such a hopelessly exasperating specimen of the foulest bovine excrement. please pardon my excessive utilisation of lengthy vernacular irrespective of necessity, but all the simple words would be full of asterisks and whatnots.
everyone has their own responsibility, and it's only right that they own up and care for it. it's also great for people to cover for one another if the job won't get done. what you did was try to cover for a friend of mine. that's fine. you had the right intention (i am assuing that you had the right intentions, or God help me you'll be alone, in a corner of some decrepit latrine, crying yourself shitless because of me). but you did all that worthless covering arbitrarily. how can you be so arrogant and downright obnoxious? what, you didn't think that that friend of mine can handle it, the same person who initiated the activity? the same person who categorically said that he'd do what needed to be done? the same person who specifically requested for you not to interfere?
did you think that you were the only person in the entire organisation to have been able to satisfactorily carry out the task, the task that was quite noticeably under the express purview of the person who organised the activity in the first place? and you did all that, wasting more than half the freaking budget in the process, BY YOUR FREAKIN' SELF!
did you even bother to ask if we had our plans? if there were any alternatives? if we actually knew what we were doing? did you really bother? i shall tell you the answer: no. for if you really did bother to consult the people in charge, you'd have done it. and don't even think to say you tried. there are 27 people in the class. i can safely say you did not ask everyone.
and so it was that you used more than half the budget on food, the quality of which you were not able (or just fooloshly unwilling) to ascertain, on expensive and overpriced hawker fare, and on seafood that wasn't even marinaded. NOT FREAKIN' MARINADED (note: i'm not done bitching about this yet)! all that food, and you didn't bother to think about what to barbeque them with! you didn't bother to check for the charcoal, firestarters, plates, cups... you didn't bother. we ran on a very tight budget before your autonomous acquisitions, and after your 'noble' deeds, it was a nightmare. to top it off, you didn't buy 'em with your own money. it was the class's freakin' cash, money that very clearly did not belong to you and yet you squandered it mindlessly. the point is, the responsibility wasn't yours, the money wasn't yours, and you just didn't get it.
back to the seafood. not marinaded. you yourself said that they weren't marinaded. and WHAT DID YOU DO? i asked you to buy the marinade. i told you to buy it. i told you to call if you were not sure. WHAT DID YOU DO? NOTHING. why? because "we didn't know what to do". if you didn't know what to do, why even bother to make an autonomous executive decision involving other people's cash when you clearly don't have the authority? you freakin' reap what you sow, and damn well finish what you started. you decided to take it upon yourself to make it a 'success', and you didn't have the balls to finish the job and see it through to the end. you better not say you're a leader. that worthless thing you wear on your left breast as is with the student 'leaders' means nothing if you don't act like a leader. people won't listen to you if you don't make it worthwhile. you made it worthless. there's a reason that i choose not to wear my badges. people don't listen because i have a badge. they listen because i make damn sure i don't mess up. and when i do mess up, i OWN UP. I APOLOGISE. what do you do? NOTHING.
you didn't apologise, and you bloody well didn't finish the job. guess who cooked your dumb ass food? i don't have to tell you, you already know. and just so you know, he apologised for not being able to go for the barbecue. he apologised, and he didn't give excuses.
you didn't apologise, woman, and you sure as hell gave excuses. screw you.
woots. that's that. i feel better already. genius.
Dumped At11:00 pm
i AM myself
i am an INTP. look up the mbti website.
typically, that means i am a creative ideas man.
i'm far from typical, though, so being INTP means i am...
cynical
skeptical
sarcastic
insensitive
unfeeling
just downright pessimistic
what i mean to say is, there is no bright side to anything.
but now i'm a lot better. thanks to my significant other. Liss you.
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1 Comments:
Wow. I'm just wondering what actually went down during the barbeque. Suffice to say that it was massively awkward, eh?
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