I remember there was once my teacher told everyone in class about this group of students finding some newborn kittens in the school premieres. Being really fascinated by these young cute helpless kittens, they patted them, played with them, before bring them to my teacher. It was too late, but no one realised it.

My teacher, with the students' help, bought the kittens back to their mommy. Since they were hungry, cold, and battered. But Mommy Cat wouldn't feed these kittens at all! In fact, she was pushing them away when they tried to feed. It was the human scent that got onto to kittens that made their mommy rejected them.

According to my teacher, she tried to feed those kittens with little milk bottles, but they couldn't suck too well yet. In the end, none survived.

Somehow, I see myself as quite a obsessive person, not too much of the sharing kind of person. I keep my things in my room, near me, and they're mine, Mine, MINE. I take fairly good care of my stuffs, I believe, and I hate it when people abuse it.

And of course, once someone abuse it, I would deny ownership. I would rather get a new one and not even care about the old one. I really think the same goes to everything, if some of you know what I mean.

- It's in the nature. It's in the blood. It's something no one can really stop. -