Ignoring, for now, the fact that I am in one of the bleakest moods at the moment.

And ignoring, for now, the papier maché Aztec pyramid I embarked on a few days ago isn't turning out too aligned with a ruler.

I intend to start trying to work with clay! Its called paper clay, hopefully later when I go to Parkway I can find some in Popular. Then if I master it enough, I will make a clay Zakum for Ji'an for his birthday for being a kind and generous GM! Yiheng shall get the arms if I finish it in time. F3

Addicted to a song. At least for now. Here it is!



I realize that there are two teachers I have recently learnt to respect. One is Mr. Tan Puay Hock, the other is Mr. Jason Tan.

The former is my Chinese teacher and seriously, he is worthy of respect. Its really not easy to stand in front of a class of 20+ and well. Although its not talking on anything school-ish and the topics go all over the place. But still, its not easy! Constantly coming up with topics and phrasing it. Skill. And he has high standards that I can't say we live up to, but he's forgiving and stuff. He's a person worthy of my respect.

The latter is our new Chem teacher! Can't say he has been so for very long, but I am good at judging people. He's knowledgeable in the topic of Chemistry and is passionate about sharing that knowledge. He cares for the students enough to give us so many pointers and make analogies and all. He takes teaching as a passion, not as a job, as certain teachers do. *hint hint* Basically he's kind and understanding so once again, worthy of my respect.

Can't say the other teachers aren't lah, many teachers have made their impact on me but these two especially so. Maybe as my mentality matures I am able to appreciate what people do more. Ah well!

Hmm, always considered being a teacher since a long, long time ago. Its just the thought of leaving a mark and inspiring someone.

Anyway, tomorrow I think I am going to run the 2.4 thing I have postponed for some time. Gonna hide that one month MC my doctor forced me to take. Just get it over with lah. If I die, someone pl0x search the blue box in the second shelf in my room and deliver whatever's in there. Seriously. Ah well.

I don't really care about what's really important anymore, I realized. Human life has become irrelevant, and Hell is worth a visit. When I'm alone its a whole different kind of insanity.

And I guess people change, don't they? With the times, what was originally actions pure of heart have soon waned into.

Whatever's left of it.

Left without a purpose or goal, cracking under pressure.

And I might just rip right open like that night.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.