*patiently* you people have no sense of proportion. i write one entry about stealing my dad's tea and suddenly everyone's cooing about long-suffering fathers and acting like i'm the most unfilial daughter in the whole of singapore and jb. i don't go sniping his tea for the fun of it you know. you go into the dining room clutching the morning papers and settle down to read and there is this nice hot cup of tea on the table which is always in your line of vision and sooner or later, as you're turning over the sports pages, you automatically reach out and grasp the handle. that's all it is.