the entry going gaga

i believe in karma. case in point: back in the heydays when i was a klutzy flight attendant (a.k.a. the literal airhead), many chinese national pax and their equally worthy bad breath were oft the cause of my haughty complaints. of late, i think i have been suffering from a mild case of halitosis myself due to my late night stakeouts, to which my friends would retch, cast me a nasty look, and question me if i have just downed a clove of garlic or something.

reeling the story back in, in case you folks now have shoddy, second impressions of me, let's bring on the glam with gaga and her slam. picture this: a sea of thronging crowd at fort canning park (10,000 folksies, as stated by lady gaga onstage later) packed in cliques, some young, some old, but all nonetheless awaiting with bated breath, peals of excitement bubbling amidst the frenzy for the kickoff of the performance by up-and-rising starlet lady gaga.

where one could have nonchalantly performed a sub-par standard gig, lady gaga took a vaudeville-esque performance to a nouveau high. she teased us during the dialogue sessions with her sweet, raspy vocals, wowed us when she went full throttle into her ass-kicking piano sessions and robust, circa christina aguilera vocals (no offence, but you're kinda sloping off, miss c.a.), and entertained us thoroughly with her backup dancers and slick dance moves.

but with only one album under her belt, the nonetheless engaging performance lasted a mere 60 minutes. still, it was all worth it despite being surrounded by the clamors of stark-crazed fans' shouts, swears, and pig sweat included.

lady gaga, me, and jem

i apologise for the quantity and quality of pics. i was just having too much fun.

on a side note, this entry was written when i was taking a dump. night peeps!

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