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Sigh... and people still ask me why i don't drive.

Well, actually I know I can. But after two intances of this happening, i'm kinda scared of hitting strike three.

My first victim was Ian, who despite his efforts of teaching me in an automatic car said I was already doing well, panicked when I tried to park his car behind the UP gym and went up the sidewalk at full speed instead. Good thing he had his hand on the hand break.

The second and more recent was ate who really thought we were gonna die this time. She let me drive our mazda to the mall nearby. I went through the small roads, pedestrians, tricycles and the high way pretty ok until we finally had to park. Yes, I stepped on the wrong pedal. Again. This time, it was the concrete marker that saved our lives. It would have been a mess seeing how i cracked the marker...

So to those who still ask - now you know. :P