  Today I had the honor to watch Mr Dudu Fisher sing. He's a cool dude. He's an extraordinary tenor with a great voice and the special thing is he is Jewish. We love the jews! Before I went for the concert, I was facing a dilemma...what to wear...stupid for a man to come into such a situation. I couldn't believe it. It was as if I was in some beauty pageant. I felt like a gay. I tried on 3 different shirts, matching them with 3 different pants. It took me 20 mins to decide. I finally went for the good old black pants and white collared shirt.
I meet "chian pan zi" and we took a cab down to church and met Daphne and the rest of the gals. Alvin was with us too. Man, I truly cherish him. We had a quick meal and went into the auditorium. It was amazing to see so many VIPs and celebraties. Everyone was looking so sharp. Some of the geeks that I know looked nice too, including me. ARGH! I HATE FORMAL! Dudu's voice was awesome. When he sang the slow tunes, my limited hair stood. I was just amazed! He shared about Israel and many stories about how Israel overcame tough situations. I learnt and saw the favour of God upon Israel. At that moment, I wanted so much to go to Israel.
After the show we took many pics and had a great time laughing at Monkey and her best friend. I conclude...beautiful girls are insane! They can talk about twerb throughout the entire taxi ride home while trying to deal with her hiccups. GILA! More than that, they got some weird theories behind the reason why men talk to women...duh...we are innocent most of the time lah! Another thing that really amazed me was that Monkey ain't that insane after all. Well, today was eventful. The concert, the journey and the wonders of women in a cab...even "chian pan zi" was lost. There goes the flying cockroach! The crapology of good crapping is crapping with a sense of crap that craps you out of your crap. 
