The cure for road rage

On my way to Paranaque to visit Alex, I faced what was probably the worst road conditions for a half-blind person like me -- a dark, slick, and congested EDSA crawling with cars... cars driven by people who've been stuck in traffic for over an hour and are over antsy to get home.

Mind you, I only got 3 hours of sleep last night AND I spent the entire day yelling at teaching my students.

So how did I keep from nodding off or succumbing to road rage? I had a scream-a-song session. I sang at the top of my lungs all the lyrics of whatever song was playing then... with matching head bang! Well, semi-head bang, I had to keep my eyes on the road.

When I got to Shaw, I happened to look to my left and saw a Manong cabbie giving me a she's-gone-mad look. Normally, I would've stopped immediately, but I was thoroughly enjoying my self so just kept on singing:

So, so what?
I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don’t need you.

How appropriate.