eenie, meenie, mynie, mo... yeah, so i end up using rubbing compound (instead of polishing compound) on my car to get the tiny scratches out. luckily, my brother caught me on time before i scraped the paint off. i can't help it if there are dozens of car care crap in the garage. they all looked the same to me so i figured they all do the same thing. muak, muak, muah...

i can honestly say that i can ALMOST drive stick shift! woohoo! my brother adjusted the clutch to make it easier to balance, so up and down the driveway i went. sweated like a sweatshop employee with kili-kili power, but it was hella fun. the last time i drove the car on the street was past 9pm in the residential area. i think i damaged the car each time another car would reach an intersection. it made me so nervous that i wanted to floor the damn thing which instead made me stall like an idiot. i will one of these days make it through regular traffic during daylight...