horried self-pitying posts must be eradicated for eternity. i have the best family to turn my sorrows to; they know when to listen to me whine and when to give me a knowing shoulder pat, and a wonderful mother to give me all the hugs i want when her mother instincts sense my occassional inner torment. what is this crit thing, when i have this my lovely family and philippians four verse seven [and of course, my funny valentine]? naught.

just did 2.4km. mother came home late because of work and ee jie cooked up an impromptu dinner after which we had mango cake for the beloved mother's birthday. seven times a year we do this. seven times a year i love it so.