tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14417076.post2794538747173370951..comments2023-08-18T17:19:02.117+08:00Comments on How To Run On Empty: Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220050478240826259noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14417076.post-32136477490589206022008-11-27T01:59:00.000+08:002008-11-27T01:59:00.000+08:00I felt like you were talking about me. I feel stre...I felt like you were talking about me. I feel stressed when I have to collect my medication at the counter too. <BR/>I feel especially uncomfortable when the staff ask me DAMN loudly if I was there to meet my psychiatrist,DAMN. <BR/>YIH clinic leh, fellow undergrads might think I'm crazy too.ichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14969210926210294634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14417076.post-62392136144489810012008-11-26T16:04:00.000+08:002008-11-26T16:04:00.000+08:00“So if someone had stopped you, would it have chan...<I>“So if someone had stopped you, would it have changed your life?”<BR/></I><BR/><BR/>--> "We can never know what to want, because..." OKAY I HAVE QUOTED THIS A MILLION TIMES TO EVERYONE I TALKED TO SO I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT QUOTE THAT IS. X_X (The one life only thing by Kundera.)<BR/><BR/>And this reminds me of something silly I used to do xD When I was a tiny little girl and my mum liked me to march on her back to massage for her, I used to steal a whooooooooole long tube of pringles when she was asleep, and then I ate until there were only like 5 pieces left. She never found out about it, and when my dad next checked, he said, "must be your mama. so greedy." AND I DIDN'T DENY.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com