after getting my student's permit--which by the way took forever. ugh, government agencies--i am on my way to being a real, independent adult! after a month, i can get my driver's license and then, freedom, HERE I COME.

that is, if i can learn how to drive. a motorcycle.

and i have. at least, i have learned how to move without toppling over. it was actually a good thing i learned how to ride a bike back when i was a kid. riding a motorcycle is just like riding a bike. a really big, 500 motorized monster that roars and tries its best to buck around and throw you off it. yeah. easy as pie. <why is pie easy anyway?>

Next Lesson: Braking

if you are laughing right now, let me tell you, it's not as easy as it sounds. especially if you're only a 100 pound girl trying to carry a 500 pound hunk of metal. it's not as heavy when you're going, say, about 20kph, but slow down, and the thing throws it's weight around, making you wobble. it doesn't help at all when the prospective road is full of ditches, and is part of the National high way.

needless to say, the lesson ended with me almost getting killed. after which my dad sent me back home to recover from the shock.

i'm never going to get my license. goodbye freedom.