Is there a post in this blog that isn’t emo? Though i loathe to ever categorise – or should i write categorize? – myself in such a broad misused category to denote all things felt. I must first and foremost, apologise(ze) to those friends whom I have declined an outing with before I am to leave. You all must already know my superior skill in procrastination. My bag, of course, is still on the floor. Empty 
But my purpose today is not entertainment – and again i must question: have i ever even accomplished this! – nor an update about the dreary process of rushing and milling around the same shopping malls looking for an elusive suitcase. It is a humble wish of mine to share a photo i’ve recently took. One which is my favourite amongst the others, and one that reminds me to utilise the camera I haul around the place and get a similar shot with my mother.
Behold:
Note: dad is way accomplished in the pouting arena (lips can cover nose fuyoh). Me, not so
