finally. that coveted class 3 motorcar license. call it riding on my luck or whatsoever. point is, i am so so glad i passed most primarily because of the potential cost savings that i get to enjoy.
seriously, driving is a pricey curriculum to pick up. cost me a bomb in a matter of 9 months for that small little card-sized certification just to get behind the wheel.

so. what a relief. yayyy.

but somehow you feel that greater sense of responsibility once you are officially inaugurated into the qualified drivers' group. the responsibility not only for your own life but others' as well, be it your own passengers or the pedestrains traversing the roadsides. sounds kinda cliche. but the thing is we often do not realise how important it is to be a safe driver until accidents happen. lives could be lost and whats left is a lifetime of guilt. or in more unfortunate cases, you yourself could even get killed. we can speed all we want and drive reckless, if that makes you look cool, makes you feel invincible, or gives you that sort of adrenalin on the roads that you thought only race car drivers could enjoy. but when all this eventuate in wreckage and a heap of contorted steel, you can only look back with contrition on your moment of folly. yes. shit does happen. we all know that.

i swear i will be a safe driver, and hope i will keep to my promise in time to come. this post shall vouch for that.