I've taken up driving lessons. Finally. After a couple of lessons, my instructor took me out driving. Like, out on the road with lotsa lotsa cars about. So I've got the taste of what driving really is like.

Last night after supper, I persuaded my cousin to let me drive his car home. Seeing as his car is auto-geared, I thought it wouldn't be hard coz I know how to estimate turnings and all. My only problem with driving is the manual gear! Who's the smartypants who created manual gear?! (I know I know, the speed devils prefer manual. ISH)

Anyways, he agreed and stopped his car by the road side, a couple of feet away from the traffic light. And with full anticipation, I took over.

I was so proud of myself because I remembered to adjust the seat and rearview mirror and buckle up. I practiced all the steps. So proud of myself I tell you! Then with every bit of confidence and my instructor's lecture in mind, I turned on the signal light and checked the rearview mirror before stepping on the paddle thingie that moves the car (oops! WHAT'S IT CALLED?!). At this point, I was still gloating thinking I'm good I remembered everything my instructor told me.

There were only a couple of cars behind and the coast was clear for me to cross the junction.


With confidence, I drove out, smiling, picking up speed, thinking "I'm good I'm good".






"WOI! RED LIGHT AH!"





Cannot blame me la! I don't have driving license. Ish.