The Art of Racing In The Rain

2.13am, hopeful, collide by howie day, the art of racing in the rain by garth stein, balcony, 23 degrees, dark, grey sweatshirt and toy train printed boxers...

recently i've been thinking too much of senna...which accrued to my desire to give this book a 4th read. and just like that, all of a sudden his words, his axioms of life, his unbelievable overtaking skills at the slightest possible corners scenes and that cheeky smirk on his face every time he wins a race mellow a smile on my face. for the first time in 32 days, im smiling like a kid on crack. 

for unknown reasons i yet to know, i came back home last sunday with this ponderous feeling, gripping, clinging tightly to my heart as if acting like a reminder of a task i've yet to accomplish but then again, for unknown reasons, my body did not seem to attain. only a moment ago as the cold breeze swiped my face soothingly and concurrently made a mess out of my hair and disarrayed the pages of this book, i felt a lot better...

better still, i got shitloadsa shit to catch up as for my finals is just a few days away....whoop de doo! :)

"On a given day, a given circumstance, you think you have a limit. And you then go for this limit and you touch this limit, and you think, 'Okay, this is the limit.' As soon as you touch this limit, something happens and you suddenly can go a little bit further. With your mind power, your determination, your instinct, and the experience as well, you can fly very high..." Ayrton Senna (1960-1994)