This week for me was bittersweet. Since Monday, days seem to be just too long. I've been going to work and it hasn't exactly been fun. Even last Tuesday when I took the day off, I ended up going to a client for an emergency. This is the week I decided to to drive to work instead of commute. And what do you know? Traffic during the day has been a total bummer. My choice of routes seems to be really lousy. Two hours from the house to the office. That usually takes 40 minutes.

The bright side? Days end. At night traffic wanes. I'm usually out for a gig. They've been good. We've been playing pretty well. The crowds watching us have turned out in full force. I've met new people and found old ones. I guess everything balances out in the end.

In an attempt to bring another kind of blogging experience to you I tried drunk blogging. Simply put that's writing and posting to this blog while intoxicated. Well you see, funny thing happened. I wrote everything I wanted to say that night on my phone's email client. For some reason I can't remember, it's all gone. I wanted to re-write what I did but I can't recall what I put down.

Don't you hate it when you forget peoples names? You end up trying to fake that you know them. Especially when you're supposedly "close". I'm petty bad with names.

Men have the advantage in these situations. They can call that person they don't remember "dude" or "buddy". What do women do? A friend of mine calls them "sweetie". Imagine a guy doing that.

I'm on my way home right now from work. It's pretty early for me. I'm planning on spending quality time with my computer.

My computer is the closest thing right now to a girlfriend (sad I know). But think of it this way. She knows exactly what I want. I spend for her all the time. I know how to turn her on. She entertains me when I'm bored. I also get to stick things into her without much fuss. Perfect huh?

I just finished eating a Tender Bob's burger here at ATC. You know what? I'm pretty disappointed with it.

I've had my share of good burgers over the years, and a lot of them aren't even expensive. One of my favorites is the Bart Burger at Burger Machine. It's about 24 pesos only compared to this. Sure it's not char-broiled but who cares? You know what your getting for that 24 bucks. Not only that, for a fried burger it's really tasty.

Gourmet burgers such as this, Brothers, Hot Shots and the like should be judged on taste, size and value. This Tender Bob's burger disappoints on the last two factors. With me spending close to 150 bucks for the works on this sandwich, I expect a great burger. Give me a Bart burger any day.

Remember the old 80's hit by Cindi Lauper titled "Money Changes Everything"? Who would have thought that a woman who most people treated as a joke would give such true insights?

The reason I bring that up is because I had a business discussion last night that turned philosophical. James and I were talking about working for someone and starting your own business. The topic came up about being able to take crap from the office for as long as you're making tons of money. It just makes it better. He said there will never be enough money ever. Which I agree. Everything you do has worth. And always you will think what you do is worth more (and in some instances that's actually true).

That got me to think and say that I don't actually wait for the day when money will be enough. I want the day to arrive when money won't matter. That's so much better I think.

To bring you another location to send blogs, I'm now at the reception area of a client. This is at Tridel here in Ortigas. I'm patiently waiting for my meeting to start.

Despite everything I'm going through with the company I'm with, I still look out for it. Something is wrong with me.

Ok. I'm a few minutes away from an office staff meeting that is guaranteed to be another bout of buck-passing and finger pointing. The proverbial calm before the storm.

This is a new idea of mine, to take blogging to different places. I've blogged on an fx already so why not somewhere else?

Today I bring you the toilet blog. I won't tell you what I'm doing but I assure you I'm inside a cubicle in my office comfort room. What am I trying to achieve by doing this you might ask? Frankly, I don't know. Maybe it's a stab at toilet (get it?) humor. Or it shows you just how fricking weird I can get.

As most of you know, I have two bands. I'm in both of them because they each give me something the other can't. This brings up a question a lot of ma usicians should ask themselves, why does one stay with a particular band? As I thought about this, I came up with five reasons:

1. REPERTOIR - If you believe and like what you play, you have incentive to stay. A rocker will not be happy playing bubble gum pop.
2. BAND MATES - I like my bandmates. I treat them like family. Being this close to your bandmates helps make being together much bareable. Remember, you will be with these people for quite sometime. Of course it goes without saying that they know how to play their instrument well and that musically we jive.
   
3. GOOD GIGS - The venues you play at and the audience that watches you have to be good. If the equipment is crap and the audience is unresponsive, it's a big let down to morale. Believe me, I've had my share of "shit" gigs.
   
4. FUN FACTOR - If playing with this band is fun, you might overlook a lot of other frustrations. Playing well together is the biggest contributor to this.
5. MONEY - Pay me enough and I'll play anything.

For me, a band with three of the five factors will make me stay (at least till something better comes along). Go below that and I'm gone.

Ok. I'm currently on an fx on my way home. I'm entering this post by email through my cell phone. Interesting.

For those of you that take the fx either to work or to get home, don't you notice how people automatically whip out their cell phone once their seated? Is that how we pretend to ignore the immediate world around us, by immersing ourselves in our phone?

What did we have before phones? We'd just gawk at each other back then. Interesting how times change. Yet the phone plays another role in how people behave.