I can’t think. I can’t work. I can’t concentrate. I can’t write. I can’t put my mind together. I can’t control my feeling. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t sit still. I can’t breath. I am hyperventilating because I am going to this concert tonight. Yaayyy!! It will be me and my girl friend only who can’t wait to take my pictures with them. Hubby, don’t roll your eyes up…

It will be only two of us because:

1. Hubby seemed horrified with the thought of being surrounded by teenagers, he said ‘no’ faster before I could say ‘oy’!

2. 2 of my girl friends has cancelled their intention as the concert will start quite late and they need to be home for their husband and child (I wonder how does that make me look like! - I feel a little bit put out by their dedication to their family…nah!)

3. My man friend (read: the famous IT Manager) stucked in Surabaya. No let me re-phrase it: he ran away to Surabaya to avoid me dragging him to the concert. Does it sound more honest?

Hhhh…gotta get back to work now. I will be back with the report tomorrow. Meanwhile, wish me luck that these 30 something women with limited night life experience will be able to open their eyes tonight and return to work on the next day.