First of all, I am informed that a certain form teacher of ours is reading my blog. Somehow for some strange reason. HI MA'AM. :D. Welcome to Azazyl's Heartland!

Personally I'm the type of person who would gladly share his passions to other people, like lend people a book if they're interested in something I'm passionate in, or share some knowledge or whatever. So Mrs Tan if you wantss a stack of video CDs of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms (only purchasable in China) or a PS3 game of roughly the same thing, I shall gladly oblige, same offer to the rest of you humans!

I LOVE DORIAN GRAY. Its a wonderful book. Its such a delight to be able to read it again, but in less corroded and younger pages which I am not as allergic to. Its a brilliant story, such a pity I have to rush through it. For a certain Dreaded CRP.

*whips out trusty notebook*

Its so funny when people sometimes sing The National Anthem during morning assembly, then they can't help but yawn. So its something like.

'Maaaaaaaaaaa~rikitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~ raaaaaaaa~yaaaaaa~'

I swear, its only a matter of time before The TCY makes the school sing The National Anthem again because they are "too soft".

On a side note, I think our FT's speech during the assembly thing was really inspiring. Felt so even before I knew she might be reading my blog. Yes, we really do have to treasure life as it is now, to thank life for every day we can wake up to the sun in our faces. I mean, my granddad has cancer, which is uncurable at this stage, and he still buys KFC (irony) and visits us a lot. Not to mention his sad past, regarding his kindness being taken advantage of by friends and thus being scolded by my grandma for not making enough money. Up to this day, the moment my granddad enters a room, my grandma immediately walks out of it.

Tragic, innit?

But here's a thought to consider before I go.

I heard this during SS class (yes, some of us actually listen!), 'twas just a passing comment but it just kinda clicked. Something along the lines of. The UN treats every life as a statistic, that makes them less.. human?

Why 'human'? Is that word the very incarnate of ultimate benevolence and geniality? Why would a rare act of graciousness on the less fortunate be 'humanitarian', while the more common choice would be considered 'inhuman'? And why is the very best of our tenderness called 'the milk of human kindness'? Perhaps we can define 'human' as an ideal, a moral guideline with the same basis as 'utopia', as previously discussed. Non-existent, but the idea's there. But the point is.

Why is being 'human' portrayed as being morally perfect; like a model answer and example, benignity-wise of course; like, if I may be given permission as a free thinker, all-mighty, all-perfect God? Why do we still use the term for ourselves as a symbol of niceness when constant experiments of circumstance have repeatedly proven otherwise?

I debate not the situation of mankind's rapidly declining level of moral values, but the inapproprate expression of sheer arrogance in the usage of the adjective. I mean, really. Its quite saddening. At least one thing still proves satisfactory:

'To err is human,

Azazyl

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