glacialphoenix

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.

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.

Current Mood:	annoyed
Current Music:	Sleepthief - Eurydice

I want to cosplay Death of the Endless.

Current Mood:

contemplative

So I'm checking my email as usual when I find a comment that comes from my writing blog, which I haven't posted in for quite some time save for my last poem, which I called The Poem Porcupine. Intrigued, I click on it.

Johnny Be Good, when I find out who the hell you are, you're in trouble. Leaving comments like see la never study, only study desmond all over my blog is asking for it. Coward. You don't even dare to admit who the hell you are, you leave comments under an assumed name, you spout untrue things.

Now. (Overused) lament of the day -

Myst does not have, as everyone knows, a boyfriend.
Myst does not currently want a boyfriend, because she has better things to do.
Myst is not currently interested in any guy, damnit.
Your reverse logic of 'she's patiently trying to get some other guy to notice her'  does not work. 
Myst talking to a guy about subjects they both like does not equate her liking him.
Now shut up and stop spreading rumours because Myst has a non-existent love life and doesn't need you to create one for her, kthxbye.

But I appreciate it anyway. XD

2) Went down to Kinokuniya and made the fatal mistake of heading down to the graphic novels section to check out whether they had Sandman: The Dream Hunters which I really really want. So Ets and XT were desperately trying to pry me away from the entire bloody bookcase of Sandman novels, which I was staring most lovingly at, when who should turn up but Eleanor, who was all "Mysti! You're looking at Sandman!"

Ets/XT/Me: Hi, Ele!

Eleanor: I just came here to blow like, 50 bucks, and I spent it on Sandman. I just got that one - points at Sandman: The Dream Hunters.

Me: *eyes go wide, looks about to tear

Ets: Um, Eleanor, not in front of her. *pries my fingers off the books* No touchy, Mysti.

Me: But - but -

Ele: Oh, I stroke them too. They're so nice to stroke -

Me: *looks like the world has just ended

Ele: Okay I think my mother's calling me, bye!

Murphy's Law. I HATE YOU.

3) Wynne introduced me to Tiffany, and as a result of that, I now have a new MSN group labelled the Endless, and I honestly wonder what the expressions at the other end of a mass convo will be if I invite the four of them in all at once.

I like the girl already. We agreed on most things including

a) Seiftis rocks
b) Sandman is l33t
c) Dream is angsty and needs hugs
d) Hugs rule
e) I like you already.

LOL.

News update: I got the mark I wanted. I'm the only A for Lit 8, to boot. You can figure out what that means.

So I got hit by the slew of congratulations and "told you to relax" and even a couple of "I hate you Mysti" messages from Desmond (followed by a "MUMMY MYSTI BUWEEEE MEEEEEE" on MSN) - and along with it the expected

"Grats Myst! So how did you prepare for Lit 8?"

How the hell can I tell you I don't, and that you shouldn't because mugging for it cramps your style and the way the poem speaks to you? I practically trance-out in Lit 8 papers because I start trying to force interpretations otherwise.

But I'm not going to whine. I was just honestly sitting down and wondering if this is why loads of Singaporeans don't want to try Lit.

You can't study for it.

Yes, you can prepare for it, but ultimately half of it comes from you and you alone, and you shouldn't be mugging like hell for it because that kills everything. And this is Singapore. Look - the equation of learning in Singapore goes as such:

learning = studying = hard work = heavy workload = stress.

Lit seems to defy that, for me. The more you mug and think about what you studied, the more you can't do it because you're not letting it speak to you.

Oh well.

Unseen poetry for the WIN! anyway.

Current Mood:	contemplative
Current Music:	Hunchback of Notre Dame - God Help the Outcasts

Thought I'd say thanks to the people who left essay-length comments on the previous post; you guys really are wonderful.

Mood currently penduluming about, but a bit inclined towards the cheerful side for a couple of reasons -

1) "As long as there's poetry in the unseen paper, you should get an A for it." Mr Low kindly deigned to tell me this today (or was it yesterday? I have an awful sense of time.)

2) Listed under the problems segment today during Econs lecture - 

    "Some suggested opportunity costs for studying in the National University of Singapore:
a) Serving NS
b) Getting married and starting a family ("Are all of you really THAT desperate? Don't worry about it too much, okay? A wedding takes 1 day, a degree takes 4 years, you can still get married anyway.")
c) A four-year long holiday ("Four years? Are you going to travel around the world in a sampan?")
d) Sleep ("Oh no. Now university students cannot sleep arh?")
e) All leisure activities ("Aiyoh, you all make university out to be so bad. Actually, it's easier than JC...")

Maybe she should start getting the hint. I bet you the fella who wrote the last two was dreamily thinking about what he would do once the A levels were over while in an exam-induced stressfit.