BORN THIS WAY BALL!

Last night I went to Lady Gaga's Born This Way Ball Tour at the Singapore indoor stadium!!I didn't even buy the tickets because it as already sold out 2 months ago and I was really really disappointed but last weekend my friend, Dev, told me he had an extra ticket because someone couldn't make it and ased me to go! I was so touched because Dev and I were primary school friends but remained good/best friends ever since and he's one of the oldest friend I'm still keeping contact with and I love him so muich. So anyway we went there yesterday with dev's mom and his cousin and it was so freaking crowded! It was filled with drag queens wearing outrageous outfits resembling Lady Gaga and they had wigs and everything one. Girls were also wearing coloured wigs and dramatic outfits and everyone was just having fun I felt so homely... The queue to enter was soooo long and everyone was squished. This was one of the times where my height actually helped me breathe. So the tickets were actually standing front row tickets in the monster pit and I felt abit bad because I knew I was probably blocking people at the back and slouched abit but decided to not care because it's their fault they were short so too bad. Anyway it was a blast! Danced,pumped-fist and shouted so much! Born This Way Ball was amazing!!



AMAZIN STAGE SET!!!



 




 







 



After the show!!

 

Danced the night away!

Judgemental...

So excited! It's finally the June Holidays although I can't really call it a holiday because my mid year examinations are right after the holiday which is in 3 weeks time! But I'm trying to enjoy and reuvenate myself a little bit over the weekend before starting on my studies. So I haven't been blogging for awhile now because the past 2 weeks have been freaking tiring and stressful with homework after homework(mostly art which is also self imposed because art seems to be never done) and sleepless nights. A levels is just 5 months away and I'm beginning to feel the pressure... I'm beginning to sense some hypocrisy within me. I seem to be judging people and expect not to be judged. I think that's the world we live in today. We fight to have our own rights, to argue about how someone else is being unreasonable, but yet unknowingly we do the same. I have tried to always be impartial,nice and friendly to everyone I know because I know exactly how it feels like to be judged and marginalized. But there is this girl in my class who I feel is extremely arrogant even though she's unaware of it. She makes snide comments either openly or to herself about things which doesn't even concern her. She speaks with good pronunciation almost to the point of coming off as arrogant. I know that may be her natural personality and how she has been brought up, but I sometimes wonder to myself, isn't she aware that she is coming off this way? In a way, I feel great pity for her, because I know in the future if she continues to act the way she does, she's definately going to be judged and criticized everywhere she goes and I can't imagine how that would feel for her. She seems to know people talk behind her back though and displays some paranoia. But I think she ignores it because she still acts like an arrogant bitch. She's a bubbly and cheerful girl, but it's overshadows by her overbearing dominance. The other day when I took a cab with her, the taxi driver asked where she wanted to go in a singlish manner and she answered him in a perfect, almost british accent and draggy way and I thought that was really rude. Maybe it's just me, but when someone speaks to me in a Singlish way I'd reply him in a normal way, like a normal person would. It doesn't have to be borken English,, but just how I would speak to a normal friend. I know people who talk to her and treat her nice and be friendly with her but I don't think anyone could actually be good friends with her simply because she seems to look down on everyone and forces her own rules on others. The people who actually talk to her are really,really nice people and I can see why they can get along with her, but for average people like me, I can't stand it. I don't like her and I don't want to talk to her. That's a little mean, but for my own sake and sanity, not talking to her is the only way to keep my sanity and calm because she always makes me feel inferior in a way. That's how it is, we judge everyone,everyday... But I think the best way to avoid judging people, is to simply not talk to them once you feel they are full of negativity and make you feel inferior. We are all hypocrites on different levels, we just need someone to bring it out of us.

Concert,Mother's Day & Hair

The rose I made for my mom amongst the bouquet of flowers given to my mom by my cousins..Each petal on the rose was individually painted and glued together. I think it's much better than buying flowers...Although my mom told me she preferred real flowers... Sighs...

Yesterday was Mother's day and we celebrated it together with our relatives at a vegetarian restaurant along Balestier. We had a great time seeing one another again and as always, they would comment on my height...'Waa you grow taller ah?!'

On Saturday I also went to my school's first ever performing arts concert 'Elemental' at School Of The Arts at dhoby ghaut and it was great. I went with my matriculation group to watch it but I went shopping with Carlyna and Serlee first. It felt like prom because everyone was dressed fashionably smart-casual..



My new Sexy Ring...



My and my Matriculation group from orientation!

I also got a new haircut because the Indian barber which I went to last week messed my hair up and I decided to go short. And this was the shortest I have ever gone since the past couple of years...



Past 2 weeks...NS Medical & Friends

I have not blogged for the past weeks because I wanted to put all my energy into my art and really focus on my studies but it's not really paying off because we recently had a critique session with some literature and art teachers where they offered criticisms to us to help us improve our work and they said mine was a little disjointed and not flowing in a smooth order and so I was feelings sad for a little while but got over it. Sometimes I should learn to keep my mouth shut. I offended someone two weeks ago due to something I said to another 3 months ago. Basically there was this junior whom the seniors gossiped about thinking she was really bitchy through twitter and I told her 3 months ago that I didn't understand why people gossiped about her as a casual remark, not meanting to throw anyone under the bus. But last week she asked a senior if she gossiped about her and she wondered how she found out and said I told her. So she got really mad and things have kind been awkward between us.The senior. Why am I ruining friendships for no reason.. I think that's why I don't really talk to people much. I'm afraid to stain relationships... On Monday, I got my hair cut by an indian barber which I TOTALLY regret because he gave me a really nasty haircut ( no racist though ). I had a really short, jagged fringe and sides that stuck out. I looked like a fool. The only part of the haircut which was remotely acceptable was the back which was still really short. This was actually one of the first times since my Junior College life that i actually cut my hair on my own accord and that was what happened. Totally regret it and rather be sent for a forced haircut by the school or discipline master instead...  

WARNING : Long post describing my NS Medical Check-Up experience 

Anyway, today was my National Service Medical Check-up. It is mandatory for every Singaporean male to attend a 2 year of military service and this medical check-up was to determine how medically fit we were and what we could endure. I have been dreading this for the past 5 years since I first discovered this requirement of the Singaporean guys but over the past few years, I have actually grown to be excited for it and really embrace it as an experience that would challenge me both physically and mentally. So today was mine and my appointment was at 8.30am and I could skip school! So that was a plus side. I thought it would have been less awkward going alone instead of with a friend but it was only after the whole checkup that I realised going with someone you know and could talk to was MUCH better than waiting for every single station in silence. My dad offered to send me to the Central Manpower Base where I was required to report. When my dad dropped my off, I had to go through a metal detector and my bag was scanned in those bag x-ray machines. After that I entered this area with a counter and a HUGELOAD of handphone sized lockers at the side. I had to go to a counter where I was asked for my IC and asked ‘Do you have any image capturing device?’ to which I replied ‘yes’ and was given a key with a number tag to deposit my phone in. After depositing my phone, I asked an NS men tending the gate for directions and he told me to go up a staircase further down. For extra assurance, I just followed a guy in front of me who looked like he was heading for the medical check-up too. After entering the main building, I was instructed to go to my first station which was the photo-taking for our National Service ID card and I entered this room full of other guys and this old man who was like really fierce I don’t know what for he spoke so seriously like he was trying to hold in his anger or something. Anyway he told me my hair was too long and I had to comb it to the side (which really angered me if you referred to my previous thing with the indian barber). OH and I actually bumped into my secondary 4 classmate! And we chatted for a bit so that was nice.After that we began our real medical check-up where where the first station was a urine-test and for me it was the WORST station not because it was a group of 10 guys peeing together, but because I ALREADY URINATED AT HOME BEFORE I CAME! Argh!!! It was so embarrassing. While everyone else was done in like a minute? Or three minute max, I was in there for like 10minutes when everyone already left! I had to force myself to pee and was so desperate I actually gulped down the tap water. Finally I was able to force out the pee and it was so embarrassing to be the last one done. After that was the blood test. I sat in a chat and was told to extend and straighten my right arm and relax where he applied alcohol and jabbed my vein to draw blood. I didn’t feel anything at all. It was only when I was told to apply pressure to the injected point where I felt a little pain, similar to that of an external cut. After that the medical check-up went quite smoothly. It was an eye test after that and I was told to cover my left eye then my right and while I covered my right eye, I was like ‘ Dayum!’ because I realized I read the letters wrongly when I covered my left eye first. After that I went for the audio test which was my FAVOURITE test because I had to enter a soundproof cubical with a glass panel in front with headphones and supposed to raise my hand when we heard the slightest down being played. After that was the dental check-up where I had to sit in a dentist chair and the man asked me to open my mouth really wide and he said ‘ Missing 4 upper and lower’ which I guess probably referred to the 4 extracted teeth from my braces. After that was the x-ray. I was called to a room and that’s where we had to remove out shirts and take out x-ray. After that I was sent to the second final station which was the heart rate monitoring and height and weight. I walked into a room of shirtless guys and proceeded to the main coutner. The lady told me to deposit my bag and shirt in a locker and gave me a locker key. I then had to proceed to the ECG (Electrocardiogram) room where they placed a few suction thing on my body and and to lay down on a bed. After that was height and weight and it was my SADDEST station. When they pressed down my hair and took my height, I was 187cm!!! And for the two years in my college life I thought I was 188!! I was so freaking sad but I didn’t show it. Finally it was the doctor’s consultation where I was given a number and when I was finally called, proceeded to the room. He asked me for my medical questionnaire and because I indicated ‘scoliosis’ but with no medical records, he told me to get another x-ray done and I was like ‘urgh’. And I actually bumped into Davin in that room! I knew he was going the same day as me but I didn’t expect to bump into him. Anyway I had to wait for another 15 minutes just to get my x-ray done and I bumped into another secondary school classmate and catched up a bit. After the x-ray was done, it was the LAST station. I have heard stories about this last station which for some, took more than 2 hours of painstaking brain work. It was the Vocational Assessment where we had to compelte 11 modules on the computer.


I SWEAR this component was so FREAKING tiring and annoying that I’m going to give it it’s own paragraph in this blog post. I had to key in my NRIC at the main coutner and was given computer 4. At first I was like ‘IQ test? Sure, I can do it’ and OH MY GOD was I wrong. Each of the 11 modules took me like 15-20minutes each? And I spent about 2 hours in that stupid room. The modules contained stuff like Physics,algebra,equations, number patterns, word patterns, memory tests and others I couldn’t recall simply because it was too mind fucking. SO I sat there at computer, trying to complete each test under the time given while trying to control my full bladder from gulping down the tap water from the urine test station. I was provided with 2 pieces of A4 sized paper and a pencil. SOME QUESTIONS WERE REALLY ANNYOING. Especially the number pattern questions. I had to recall methods from my primary school days and when I finally recalled and got the answer, the question just skipped automatically!!! WHAT!!??? SO NOW THERE’ A TIME LIMIT TO EACH QUESTION!? It was so annoying. It happened like 4 times. When I finally got the answer before I could type it in it just went to the next. Annoying. After scribbling on the 2 pieces of working and and breaking the pencil given to me because I wrote too hard, I was finally done. WITH EVERYTHING. I finally left and felt relieved that I got over the most awkward 4 hours of my life. I was actually quite proud of myself, I completed the test faster than some of the earlier people there. So I was really happy. So I decided to take a cab home and sleep the afternoon away… I’m really excited but hesitant about National Service but I’m sure that it would definitely be life changing experience...But for now, back to school.

Lazy Leon