Today I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed, hugging Tigger with tears streaming down my face with no apparent reason (even to myself). A few days ago, I caught myself wondering what will happen if I swallowed more than the prescribed dose of panadol.
The only reason I'm not dead right now is because I have too much to live for.
Expectations of life, I guess.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
crash worthy
Do you know of the supercheap auto ad that gives you advise about how you're sitting in your car?
Well, apparently the right leg needs to rest against the door and the left against the middle bit (I don't know what it's called). I tried it while in my car this afternoon and guess what? If I had my leg against the door, my foot can't reach the pedal and with the other leg against the middle bit, it feels like I'm trying to do the splits while driving.
That advise was so great, I might actually try it while driving.
Well, apparently the right leg needs to rest against the door and the left against the middle bit (I don't know what it's called). I tried it while in my car this afternoon and guess what? If I had my leg against the door, my foot can't reach the pedal and with the other leg against the middle bit, it feels like I'm trying to do the splits while driving.
That advise was so great, I might actually try it while driving.
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