August Rush...

In the midst of mugging --or in the midst of half-trying-- I had so many things going on almost at the same time that mugging took a backseat.

The month of August is going to be a wild one. I can already foresee it and this started a few days when the beginnings of August madness began creeping in, with Azran's wedding on Sunday to kick it all off. Who knew that my Sunday was going to be a schedule filled to the brim?? Sunday was supposed to be chillout day. But then again, so was Saturday where I promised myself that I would hit the gym and broke it instead.

Am I going to jot down all the dates into this post of all the happenings?? List, schmidst. I am not going to make a list of dates on the upcoming events scheduled for August because firstly, this blog is not a calendar and secondly, only insecure people who feel the need to show the world that their lives are filled with more than just mere nothingness post lists of such trivialities. And their excuse for said lists are to help them remember.

Khyeah, right.

Don't be stupid, okay?? Blog posts don't have activated alarms to remind you of your schedule so you might as well chuck that one out to the trash.

In any case, I am loving this year because of all the live gigs I've been so privileged to attend.

Thanks, Bunny!!

Just to clear up, I never made her pay for any of my concert tickets. Whatever gigs that we've gone to have mostly been free because of her royalty status. The only one that I've had to fork out some form of monetary value was for Maroon 5. And even that was at a slashed price.

Not only am I a cheap person, but apparently I am also a fraud.

On Monday night when the Singapore Selection played the Brazillian Olympic Team, I posed as a 16-year old and paid $16 for my ticket. I hope never to repeat the feat again but with these things, one never knows.

It's not a talent I'm proud of although my capabilities of pulling off looking like sixteen has superseeded me by far. How many sixteen-year olds do you know drive to the stadium (and got an empty spot just outside the stadium's entrance!!)??

As the Brazillian team trained, Fartz never ceased to remind me of how I missed my chance at a photo op with the very highly talked-about the young (and drop-dead so darn good-looking enough to eat with powdered sugar sprinkled on top like a hot toasty churro) Alexandre Pato the night before while in the train on the way home.

As you might know by now, I am shy. I would like to keep my groupie personality under wraps as an individual. But I am in no certain terms hesitant about revealing it while with a group of people who share the same crazy groupie personality disorder. Although this was a problem as I found out while Bunny and I Traffic Jam-med at Armenian Street on Sunday night where The Great Spy Experiment and EIC performed.

Did I mention Daughtry was the main act??

If there was ever a roof over the whole stretch of Armenian Street, it would have fallen and crumpled us all. Who was the winner of American Idol Season 5 again??

While busily filming one of Daughtry's songs, someone had fervently shook my shoulder and as I looked over, this girl called out for me to put my arms down because she couldn't see.

Khyeah, right. Join the crowd of short people, you git.

I threw a non-apologetic "Sorry!" back at her but a few minutes later, my arms were back up in the air and I returned to video-ing.

Come on. Like as though the rest of the crowd didn't have their arms up in the air with those rocker hand signs: \\m// and jiving to Daughtry. What a pooper.

On that note, here we go, August. Get ready for SingFest.

Laterz...
Lenny