Everyone wants to turn their lives around. Last night was an attempt to begin my journey towards a new me. I couldn't get it off my mind the whole night. I prepared. I prepared damn well too.

So I placed my books right in front of me. My determination to begin reading school material was at its peaks. I looked to the right and saw the computer. I couldn't handle it. I pushed my books aside and typed away here instead. What can I say? I'm a weakling.

However, this morning, I did a little jig as I saw the gray skies. My mother volunteered to drive me to school. Double jig. Muddy waters flooded the streets. I was already by Katipunan by 9:10, 40 minutes late for my Accounting 10 class. And that was when I got a message from Gita saying the 9:30 classes onwards are suspended. Woot.

Just as we were about to make a U-turn at the front of Gate 3, my mother points to a car, revving its engine, obviously stalled. That was when I realized it was Lionel's car she was talking about. We couldn't stop for fear of our throats geing violently slashed by the motorists behind us. So we went. Ahead. A Josh Groban CD, a Miss Saigon Disc One + a half of Disc Two went by and we were back home.

Sometimes, cramming might not be so bad after all. The sensation you get the day after is nothing like I have ever felt. There should be a repeat of this. But first, let me get my books.