Last Saturday had been very crazy. I was badmouthing people left and right. I was very mean.
Since morning, I was already killing people in my mind. But I did not want to get stressed out that early because I still had a job to finish that day, and I needed to calm down. I would be hosting the campus journalism contest for high school students organized by my college organization. It tried to stay positive since then to finish my job well.
It did not turn quite good for me. I was really out of it. I did not really get to practice my spiels. But as a three-year host of the event, I thought I did not need to practice anything. I mean, I could do the hosting I guess with just the program outline, and that was it. But I was wrong. I got so many mistakes I just wanted to be eaten by the ground I was standing in. People were laughing already. That was really humiliating experience. I had never been that disappointed in myself. Given that it was my third year of hosting the event, it was really a shame. That was the worst hosting stint I have ever had, let alone my final year of hosting the event.
Couple that "Titanic" hosting with the results of the competition, it could not have been any much worse than ever. I admit, I am biased with my high school. They were kind of the defending champions, and they had not defended their title. Quite a disappointment, really. Much of the resentment towards me have bounced at wall directed to them, and they got the worse of it. I am really sorry, but I had no control of the bitterness of people towards me, around me.
After the competition, we went straight to the launching of Student Media Office from being the Student Publication Office. At least, I had witnessed the transition of SPO to being SMO. And there were free buffet, I was so not passing that. I finished up two plates - my way of escaping my very depressing day - and a glass of wine.
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Another surprise of the day was I badmouthing people. My peers were also badmouthing people and I laughed my ass out every time a person got back-stabbed. I felt I was the meanest person on Earth. Here are some of the people I/we back-stabbed for fun or on purpose:
1. the guards who did not want me to enter my own campus first thing in the morning;
The organizers forgot that I was already an alumnus and my ID was not working already. They did not get me an entry pass, and the guards were so strict about letting strangers enter the campus. But for crying out loud, I was not a stranger at all. I studied there for almost six years. Not a stranger, told you.
2. whoever owns those weirdly-spelled awkwardly-enunciated names I written down the parchment of certificates for the participants;
I am sorry, and I am not for that matter. I mean, I could not help but laugh whenever I read some names which are spelled kind of weird for me to read.
3. a weird pedophile bisexual who does not get along with other people well;
4. an ignorant in punctuation marks who needed to practice writing more in his own language;
5. a summer bitch who just irritates me whenever I see him;
6. a resentment personified who needed to practice his diction a little bit more;
7. a bitterness personified who just needed a punch in the face, and if I did not control myself that night, I would have had punched that in his face, breaking his nose, lterally;
8. and, the waiters and waitresses from the KTV (where we hung out until morning after the stressful day) who kept on marketing products the funny way, and we kept laughing at them right then and there; sorry ladies.
I don't know if I forgot some people but there were eight, and the number was way above the average people one stabs in the back per day. I declare January 21st as THE MEANEST GREG DAY.
I posted this just to share, not to encourage you guys to backstab people. Just so we're clear.
I posted this just to share, not to encourage you guys to backstab people. Just so we're clear.
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