i've fallen prey to that monthly curse called PMS and i'm walking the tightrope of self-restraint. i'm annoyed at every little sound, every little twitch and it takes incredible willpower (which i'm not privileged to have right now) not to just let everything slide. my cup of soup's helping, though. another 15 days to stick it out. i wonder if 7-11's carrying enough soup packets to last me that long.
i'm blowing smoke rings
my mind ablaze with memories
taunted by the past.
tainted by the past
i'm painting a future unsure
and my iced latté needs more caffeine.
i'm staring at the writings on the wall
that my conscience has written
and is daring me to forget.
will you stay with me
and hold my hand
and soothe my fears
until the dawn breaks
and i wake up in your arms
will you sing to me
of rainbows in the sky
and flowers in the summer fields
until the rainfall stops
and the sun dries my tears
You scored 10%
You are a respectable tuner. You probably subscribe to one or more tuner magazines and know, quite a bit about your car and/or racing in general. Either that or you play a shitload of GT3. At any rate, you recognize the difference between a wastegate and a blow-off valve. In time, and with practice, you may attain "Racer X" status since it is supposed that you are relatively new to tuning and still have much to learn. Keep, working, and thank the maker that you're not a ricer.
i read car mags in the john and i mess with my brother's gt3 saved games. so, are you a racer or a ricer?
my day's pretty mundane. been staring at the pc for five hours. i'm in the office and there's nothing to do. looking out the window would've been more gratifying if it were raining or king kong was climbing up the pacific star. well, the weather's cooperating and king kong's in hollywood so i'm stuck with my workstation.
there's something meditative about slurping my noodles, blasting away at aliens eating my fish, and listening to the ruckus krist's zergs are making on his pc. *sigh*
what is with cup noodles and yuppies? i'm a big fan of instant stuff. instant noodles, just-add-water-and-voila!-you've-got-yang-chow, and anything microwaveable. i brought chopsticks to work for noodle moments.
it's time to be one with the cosmos.
the ultrasound pictures of a pregnant frustrated racecar driver. (i can see myself on the examination table with KY jelly and the ultrasound probe moving over my belly.) this will be a loooong time forthcoming.
my winamp is blasting: metallica's call of ktulu
this is my third attempt at rewriting this entry. what the heck for? i won't call myself a perfectionist but writing is so far the only thing i feel merits perfectionism. i'm a little out of sync with my erudite mojo right now. hmm... i think i should listen to a little bach or beethoven to pick it up. nuh-uh.
i'm stuck at home. i've nothing to do and nowhere to go. it was payday last friday and the cash is still intact (except for that little stumble at the ukay-ukay). the banks are closed just when i'm feeling charitable towards my bank account. my boyfriend's out on a date with my brother. it's a "car + boys with moolah = left-out girlfriend" thing. there's nothing to watch on cable and my other brother hasn't replenished his dvd collection. i choose not to watch the artsy-fartsy films he has a penchant for buying. i'm not that bored. yet.
signing off on: collective soul's shine
shopping (as defined by paulo g.)- opportunity seeking with the funds in hand to generate the most desired profit that will satisfy all the stakeholders
went to megamall to shop but decided it was more fun to check out the local ukay-ukay for fun finds after almost 4 hours of walking around and not being able to buy anything. got me 3 scarves and 2 vintage tops. would post pics but too lazy to do so.
anyyway, this spiral made me dizzy. an interesting piece of collaborative art. See for yourself.
"i was a mountain so proud...
... i want you to be the river that flows beside the mountain."
