TO PAINT OR NOT TO PAINT...THAT IS THE QUESTION

I was quite restless last night and couldn't find myself to just lie down and sleep. It was already 2AM and I was surfing and chatting with a few friends on line who has been constantly bugging me to go back in the US real soon. They've been going out and partying and skiing, I have to admit that I was getting quite envious, all I could do was to give out a long sigh, ( a sigh is usually let out for those who suffer in silence") and told my friends that 3 more months and I will see them soon.

Half an hour later, I headed for the drafting table and began mixing colors and I tore an 18 x 12 blank sheet of paper and decided to paint. 60 minutes later, all I saw were 3 red dots, they're from my dribbling paintbrush. "Today is not the day",maybe tomorrow inspiration will strike me like lightning from a thunderstorm." I said out loud. I cleaned my brushes and washed my hands and surprisingly sandman gave me a visit finally and I was off to Lala land.

MY INCUBUS AND AN ALMOST HORRIBLE FRIDAY

After being late for my first meeting with a big client, (I was in Makati an hour before the said meeting but due to a miscom with the director everything went downhill). and having a big argument with one of my event partners, I thought that awful Friday the 12th wouldn't really end. I almost ditched the INCUBUS concert. From Makati I drove all the way to Tandang Sora looking for Carlo's house in really really bad traffic. Pizza and a good long nap sort of ease my nerves a bit.

MY INCUBUS

My friend Carlo and I together with 36,000 INCUBUS legions swarmed the CCP grounds, tickets were sold out, organizers had to reprint more tickets. Beer was flowing at P15 a cup, but so were the lines. It took us half an hour to get 5 beers.
There was no front act, concert started at 9PM, ended at 11:30PM, after Brandon (the vocalist) took off his shirt after the 20th song, I let out a blood-curdling scream which was eventually drowned by 10,000 other screaming girls. My lesbian friend, Grace who really wanted to get Brandon Boyd's attention, took off her top and showed the world her black sequined bra. He looked and stared and smiled. You go Grace. =)

Drunk and tired but the spirit was still willing, Carlo and I decided to drop my car over to my house, because we were too drunk to drive and go anywhere else, but we went anyway. Carlo headed to Lexus for a boy's night out and I met up with a bunch of Ateneans in Cable Car in Eastwood.