Yesterday, I slept at 6:00 am as the rain pounded hard outside. It's really the start of a new day by the time I close my eyes. I do not know how I've acquired this sleeping habit and more and more my friends (and sometimes myself) find it peculiar that I really sleep so late.

I woke up at 10:00 then it suddenly struck me that in an hour and a half I would be having my Philosophy quiz already! I was panicking, shuffling around the house like a madman in search of stuff for school while I had a piece of bread dangling by my mouth. Due to all the frenzy, I was delayed 10 minutes when I realized that after leaving the house, I forgot to bring my i.d.! What was worse was that the rain hadn't ceased ever since my 4 hour sleep - which meant a big pile of heaving traffic.

On the way to school I was anxious about the possibility of missing my quiz and I was confused on whether I still should review my notes. But then against all hope, I said a silent prayer and read away through the trip. Luckily, I was just 15 minutes late and upon entering the classroom semi-soaking wet from the hard rain and looking all abash, Ms. Azada was announcing "Please copy the question for this quiz..."

"Phew" I made it.

Come to think of things now, I would rather not repeat that stressful situation! but then here I am again wide-awake at 1 in the morn, not knowing when the sandman will come... the silence though of early mornings seem to compensate all the rattle of the day...