Ignoring, for now, the fact that I just spent hours in order to finish tabbing Io Che Non Vivo Senza Te, a disgustingly long guitar song where I was rendered a sitting duck without tabs throughout practice today.

And ignoring, for now, the fact that tomorrow is officially AEP slash baking day.

Tragic Parody Night was quite kewl lah. Ignoring, for now, the fact that they totally ripped the Emcee thingies from Rowan Atkinson skits. (including Shakey) I think Shao Tong's group was just very unprepared lah. Someone was uncooperative and the whole group went down. RTYJ's group was quite good, but I think the sexual connotations were a bit a lot. It gets weird after a while. David's group was more of a parody of himself. It was evident that Weng Hong's was the best one lah. Personally, I liked Elmo. And John's interpretation of Shakespeare.

I cause my own heartbreak, I cause my own pain and
The guilt and disdain's what drives me insane and
This flurry of feelings I cannot constrain
Goes to show we're alone in the wind and the rain.

To Hell with love and its foolish victims.
And to Hell with the idiots that can't live without it.
To Hell with me.
If I live not in Hell even now.

Perhaps you still care.
Or perhaps its guilt.
Or perhaps my gaze doesn't matter anymore.
I just wish I could see myself in your eyes again.

And it seems it is what we think of when there's no one around
That wields the most truth.
What it could've been, who we might've been.
What you should've seen.

But sometimes, I wonder too.
Not how, but why.
Is there a reason for this silence?
And is the reason worth it?

And then when things happen.
I just shrivel up inside.
Coz I l-

Oh whoops. That got out of hand. Stupid thing.

I'm very tired. I need rest.

Goodnight.

Azazyl

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