For the past few days I’ve been so busy working on the proposals for Brainstorm‘s projects for the upcoming Tacloban city Fiesta. It really is difficult to think creatively for sponsor’s gimmicks and ideas for designing the posters and all because of my lack of sleep due to worries on time contraints. Yesterday, as I was working on pre-production legworks, I walked and walked from one office to another under the scorching heat of the summer sun, and felt nauseated and dizzy…I realized that I only slept for 3 hours. My senses were weak and my mind drifted into deep thoughts, even while crossing the street…I looked up and glanced at the sun…the bright light blinded me into a moment of reminiscence…
Bright light.
The spotlight glared in my sight. I was onstage, infront of a young crowd composed mostly of men. They were shouting and cursing not because of anger but excitement. They were eager to see their favorite band play… and I was the delay. I had to acknowledge the sponsors first before introducing the main act. I was wasting their time. Then the lights went dim, and smoke from the smoke machine started flooding the stage…it was time…
Back.
I was in the middle of the street…in between opposite lanes… covered with smoke emissions from passing vehicles…
…feeling tired…
…feverish…
…nauseated…
…sleepy…
…sweaty…
…but most of all feeling…
…busy?
{ Currently listening to: } horns honking
{ I am reading: } road signs
{ Currently watching: } myself crossing the road
{ I Feel: } tired
Written by domz at 07:13 AM.