Speaking of books and reading, I'm beginning to regret buying this medical thriller novel, The Judas Virus. Turns out it doesn't have details as lurid as I'd have liked. (I personally believe it takes a helluva lot to disturb anyone who's read The Hot Zone.) Does Kinokuniya have a return policy? I know Borders does, but I'm immensely happy about the Eliot book I bought there. You should all go and read it, if only because it's so mind-bogglingly weird. I mean, at least Silas Marner made some sense in the end. Incidentally, Middlemarch is an interesting book too. Damn, I hope I don't turn into some huge fan of Eliot like Mr Purvis. Then I'll end up feeling intellectually inferior for the rest of my life. Anyway, The Lifted Veil has a bizarre ending, the sort of stuff that appeals to Eugene. Personally, I think the ending wasn't as well-written as it could have been. (We are talking genius here, after all. Maybe I'm just too stupid...)

Curiosity is a painful thing. I was standing in Borders, and later Kinokuniya, trying to decide just exactly which book my money ought to be spent on. So many books to buy/read, so little money/time. Does that count as a parallel structure sentence? From now on, I shall not ask for any present other than a book or a CD. Just an hour or so ago, I was standing inside a Sembawang Music Centre branch (which was not in Sembawang but Yishun's as close as you can get), trying to stop myself from picking up every CD in sight. Picked up something which I never thought I'd see (Libera's self-titled debut), then got myself a concesssion to radio-friendly pop (A*Teens' Greatest Hits). This is what was foregone by yours truly: a Ten Tenors album, a compilation of ambient music, Bond's Classified, Amethystium's Odonata and Aphelion, and lots of other random New Age/ambient stuff that I haven't heard of before but looks terribly enticing. I need to win the lottery. Now.