glacialphoenix

 I come back to my personal journal after aeons because I have an amazing need to vent.

Dear NUS Stage - 

I am thoroughly aware that these productions (the one slated for next semester, at least) are both supposed to be student-run. That is absolutely fantastic, since it gives everyone an opportunity to take part in theatrical activities - if not on stage, then back-stage. I have nothing against backstage work - it's just as important as performing on stage, and damned if I don't think backstage people deserve a good deal of credit that they never get.

That being said, fuck you.

I've met some of you personally, and I think you're nice people whom I would love to meet again - but the way the CCA is run? 

I'm sitting here kind of wondering if my two weeks is somehow different from your two weeks, oh dear management committee, because strangely enough, it's been a month from where I'm sitting, which is four weeks. That's two times two weeks. Not two weeks, in case you didn't realise. Two squared weeks. Amazing how innumerate we can get until someone enlightens us to that particular problem, isn't it? 

This wouldn't matter if you hadn't told me, to my face, that you would get back to me in two weeks. By now I figure I haven't got in, but considering I'm expected to help out somehow, I think it would only be fair if you actually told me if I didn't get in. On top of that, if you were delayed-  considering your primary mode of communication to your members is via email...

Is it so hard to type out two sentences? 

You know:

Hi all,

Results for the audition will be out as soon as possible, sorry for the delay.

Two sentences.
Not that hard to write, now is it? I didn't find my hands suddenly shaking when I wrote those two sentences. Hey, I've even got an alternative if you can't be bothered to mail every single individual to tell them if they did or didn't make it:

Hi all,

Congratulations to [so and so] for successfully getting the roles they auditioned for.

Two sentences! They don't even have to be grammatically correct as long as you get the message across. I'm just touching them up (ha) for appearance's sake, but you don't even have to bother. 

Of course, it seems you couldn't be bothered at all.

Fuck you.

Whoever you are, the person who keeps dropping wonderful English Literature Paper 8 questions on me, thank you very much and please don't stop.

Time to elucidate.

Today's paper wasn't all that bad, I suppose. Okay, I tell a lie, I was grinning throughout the first question, which is the comparison question, and required us to compare and contrast The Road Not Taken by the renowned Robert Frost and The Lover Not Taken by some person whose name quite unfortunately eludes me at present.

The Road Not Taken is a poem I have seen numerous times before, and while a very lovely and thoughtful poem, not something I would exactly call fresh and novel.

The Lover Not Taken was. It was, to my absolute joy and delight, a PARODY of Frost's rather well-known four stanzas of verse.

In case you don't get it:

MYST. LIKES. PARODIES. Refer to previous post for (admittedly not all that fantastic) proof of that.

It's been a horribly long time since I last posted, owing to the Spawn of All Evil I call Exams.
In other words, Mysti has been studying, and playing Guild Wars when she's not studying.

This post, however, is to share a poem - one out of many I wrote as a Teachers' Day present for my previous Lit teacher. The present was an anthology of poem-parodies written by ZT, Ets, and me, which we called Poems Safe and Shallow, in (dubious) memory of that horrible Lit text called Poems Deep and Dangerous. I wrote five, two of which were jointly written with Ets, who is a bloody good writer in her own right, and if you check out procrastinatelater you'll find one of hers, which parodies the poem fondly remembered as "The Crab".

This particular one was written late at night, because I couldn't think of how to parody "The Crab", which, ironically enough, was about eight lines and freeverse and therefore disgustingly easy to parody. But my muse is quite perverse, and therefore! she insisted on parodying Edgar Allen Poe's infamous poem The Raven instead. Whatever it is, the result is here, in front of you, although somewhat imperfect. I'm trying to refine it, I didn't get the meter perfect all the way through. Poe was a genius, even if his poetry is depressing.

The word count stands at 1121 words, good grief. I didn't know it was in me. And in retrospect, I really really hope this isn't a prophecy for my prelims.

...Also.

Poe?

I'm sorry.

this is pretty much more a note to self or something:

I want to cosplay Death of the Endless.