A Race Car named Desire

“You’ll never know what if feels to get so close and to be denied” 

Tina Turner’s line from the soundtrack of Golden Eye hasn’t stopped playing in my head after the Brazilian Grand Prix. They say that when lady luck sways her mane in front of you, just grab it else she sprints and never comes back. Unfortunately for Massa, his lady luck desired to crop her hair short and shed her mane in the last second. I still wonder why Glock decided to be her hairstylist. All said and done, Massa’s desire to be the world champion this year got chopped not in the last minute but in a few seconds. For all of you who have watched the race, you know what I am talking about and for those who dint WHAT ON EARTH WHERE YOU DOING THAT NIGHT? I thought I would fall off my chair and jump all over the living room furniture watching his victory, but I sulked back in agony. 

Thanks a lot dear Hamilton, my mom’s happy that my bones and the furniture have remained intact. And thanks to you no Pussycat Dolls’ songs would get into my phone or even my music player. 

I would dispatch a list of all the international brands I use. DO NOT ENDORSE THEM. 

Don’t ever in any of your interviews remark that Michael Schumacher is your idol and you grew up watching him race. I like Schumi too much to give up liking him. 

Last minute catastrophe leaves me sclerotic which at presents befriends me from all the thoughts ready to run down my brain to my fingers and super impose on my blog. So I request you not to give us last minute heart attacks like the one in the Brazilian Grand Prix.

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