Question: What does a girl who has been chauffered all her life do when one Monday morning her boss suddenly announces that she has to learn how to drive and learn it fast because they're issuing her a company car for sales calls to Quezon City, Cavite, Manila--just about everywhere far, all on her own?

Answer: She doesn't take it seriously at first. She thinks, "How hard can it be?" She goes on some informal lessons. And then, it happens. Reality sinks in. She gets overwhelmed by all the things she is expected to know: pedals, the machine, gears, all the skills required, etcetera etcetera. She panics and enrolls in A1.

The Result: Formal A1 lectures consisting of road rules, signs, transmission, etcetera etcetera over; numerous panic attacks even with a designated driver with an extra brake by her side experienced; pep talks that don't make things any easier heard but unprocessed, she still manages to do this to a car:

Desperately Crying for a Bath!
And if possible a New Owner!!!

The Face of Exhaustion

So tire-d!

Oh, what's a girl to do?!?

Now you know why I've been busy. My feet hurt so much from practicing but I dunno if I'm getting better. I'm still not comfortable and confident with driving.

I'm hopeless...