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Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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Tuesday, 17 July 2007 | 8:24 pm

Music: "These Streets" - Paulo Nutini
Feeling: Somewhat contented

Oh all the things I'm willing to do when I'm in a good mood. Emotality wants to borrow my New Moon and well, I admit, I was reluctant at first. Then as soon as I've found out that Eclipse is made available on the 7th of August, I was thrilled. Hell, I was giggling like some maniac. With that, the reluctance, finally, went away. I thought to myself that Emotality shall read New Moon tomorrow.

There are two facts as to why I was reluctant: (1) I've got problems with people holding on to my possessions and (2) I'm proctective over my books.

Regarding reason (1):

I just can't bear the thought of people's handprints all over my things, touching with their fingers of which, only God knows where it has been or has touched. Imagine someone picks their noise and then touch my things without actually washing it. Imagine all those bacteria and germs being transferred. Imagine how tainted my things are going to be. Imagine how unhygienic people can be.

It's just plain disgusting. End of story.

Regarding reason (2):

People just don't care about other people's things. As long as it isn't theirs, it means nothing to them. Basically, I don't think I can ever forgive anyone for ruining my books. Just like this girl I lent my Angels and Demons to. It was nice when I handed it over to her; no dog-eared pages, to crumpled papers, to dented corners, and no scratch marks upon the book cover. But God damn that female to Hell; she returned it to me, my newly bought novel like it's a second-hand one.

From then on, I just refuse to have other people borrowing my books.

What a moron.

And, oh, I guessed right in chemistry class today; the substance was copper. My teacher actually acknowledged that and he was like gleaming and exclaimed, "Good!" Then told me not to tell others; let them figure it out themselves.