Confessions of a lady driver

There was this creaking sound coming from the back of my sister's kancil, i repeat, my sister's kancil, It was really bothering me, but I somehow said "just ignore it". This would not come out from the mouth of a guy..... or so said my "pillion rider". Now that i think about it..... should the kancil broke down, I would have absolutely no idea what to do. I can change flat tires, but thats about it. I am indeed a freaking lady driver. I used to drive my parents cars... but never really care about their maintenance whatsoever. This is like the first time i am responsible for a car, and the kancil is already 1500 km overdue its supposed service maintenance ...... By the way, there is no chance that I would own a kancil ok. It is a freaking sissy car, you would not find me thinking about buying a kancil, at all, and the one im driving is my sister's. I would rather drive a Kangoo than a kancil. You know renault kangoo.... it has got to be the ugliest vehicle gracing our roads, and it looks kind of funny also. No offence to kancil owners.