Remember i was talking about our little friend Miko on this previous post? Well, yeah … she’s been voted out quite accountably and made it to the TOP FOUR. I was quite unhinged and disoriented finding anyone else to look forward to other than her. Pondering on, i finally settled on that one contestant, Orange for my quirkiest simple reason.

“Because orange’s my favorite color” i backed myself up firmly, even though i knew it was a lame excuse to like someone with that name, but what can you do about me?

“But Henley’s a better singer!” my friend Tee argued.

“I know” I nod admittedly.

“Then why her?!” he

“Because i love orange color” i gave a bold answer, and i could sensed that he was completely defeated by me at that very second.

How vain. But that’s me for me.

I went to Saturday’s Superstar Finale at Shah Alam, with a bucket of light-hearted spirits in me. The thing about this girl Orange is that, yes… admitting that her singing skill is just humble enough to be won over by Henley, the other male contestant on the competition. She outshines herself with personality and intentional packaged images.

Orange, is like someone that you would always look forward to curiously everytime you heard her coming out behind the stage. You couldn’t help yourself but kept wondering what she is capable of the surprises she’s offering us. Be it with awe or subtle critics.

And she did it that night, ascending with five different similitudes of a true diva from her five challenges on the night. It was so far one of the greatest performance i have experienced myself so far ( just because i have not been to the first one anyway )

Yep, that’s the other contestant competing with Orange for the champion. And I merely going to be a true rascal by skipping reviewing on him. Alright, let’s move on and focus on his backstage dancers instead.

*move camera away from focusing Henley* …and

WALAH !!! Look what we’ve just found ourself a pleasant treat?!

And there it came the moment with a controlled dignified silence and annoying drums rolling in. It was an agitated anticipations to determine the final Champion of the true Malaysia’s Superstar 2007.

And guess who made it?

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He ****ing did.

And i just want sleep now. (Yes. I’m sulking)

Hi. How was it? You asked me. I could have smack it in your face with a straight up can of splashing BIG words of descriptions. Yet you might have still not get the full pictures. The Malaysia’s No 1 hit station, Hitz fm 10th birthday bash last Saturday was a massive full blasted salvo more than words can say.

Just when you thought the month of April might only be imposed by having your head flushed down that toilet bowl on that dull April Fool Day. You could have seen it coming like a dusty cowboys scrounging up their rodeo, crashing at your bedroom’s door. It’s a wake up call upon your festive hibernation, you sleeping beauty. Now wake up!

5000 or more probably. I’d finger-counted it (as if). As 5000 party aficionados were on high in front of that stage battling smelly armpits, spits and the intimate juxtaposition of sweaty meat walls? The hurricane of supersonic soundscape and lethal voltage of the bassiest bass from local bands Sasi the Don, Pop Shuvit, One Buck Short ( Hey I love you guys!) and many more hot shots were bombarding us with gusto.

We’re the spastic fraternity let loose!

Kabooooosh!

AbbyC !!! Even you’ll be jealous when i had the luck bumping into MC Point Blanc. The “Ipoh Mali” hip hopper had so much charisma that even splashmilk himself was attracted (to that red cap he’s wearing)

And as evening were dragged into stardusted twilight, and as the atmosphere was heated up, the horde of narcoleptic crowds grew mad, with rocking, moshing and pumping, and as cameras and flashgun fired non-stop in a butter-filled exaltation of the grandest proportions? We like!

And as always, the “brokeback” duo of HITZ.FM morning crew, Rudy and JJ along with Pietro of Mix FM were playing the jive with the crowd. When can they be any more serious!

And of course, as Madonna had it sung well “Music … makes the people come together” And look who has we got alongside here for the rapid hand and feet trauma?

9 hours tossed up with lethal amount of synths and bass. We were knackered with steaming hot lungs grasping for moistures of air. Some of us were steamed, some of us drugged by adrenaline rush.

It was a scene.

And if having so much fun was deemed illegal? We might have as well been guilty as charged. Lonely i fear not. Because at the least, i’m among the 5000 in that pink jail.

Kudos!

Note: Meanwhile, let me get occupied with those 300 shots I’ve got in my camera.

special thanks to DJ Shazfx for the generous invitation.

Mental. It was mental. While the 100 bloggers were to be together in the downtown of Kuala Lumpur. The amplified resultant force is like the rampage of a Mexican bull crashing at your gate. The clique? You can almost smell that euphoric essence.

(Above L-R)
1st Row: Pennypupz, Lisanscribbles; 2nd Row: Jose and Jess, Huei
People with big names were hugging, giving each other cheek pecks quite ardently. Big time blogger likes Shaolin tiger, Kimberlycun, Minishorts, Jeffooi were among the crowds that i could catch them glowing with organic incandescence, phosphorescence, luminescence?

Mother Mary Poppins have mercy on me.

On second thought, this is … this is … this is … like the grandiose sacrament among Olympian Gods!

Olympian Gods that bestow with the camwhoring session to the fullest!!!

If you like synonyms, that is.

While I might be lucky enough to be recognized by some of my avid readers on splashmilk.com. There were also quite a surprising amount of people that were once the avid readers of my old louyau.net blog, shame to be mentioned. While i was quite juiced up with these new acquaintances. Some of them were even too friendly enough to jump over the cliche of greeting series, approaching me with some rather interesting strike up lines

“Seriously, Mikel. Did Charlotte seriously ran away with the gardener because your penis is too small!?”

“Mikel. How does it feel to have the condom filled with ices and placed on your steaming forehead in substitute to icebag?!”

“Between you and me, did you screw Gina?!!!!”

I was perspiring profusely and glad at the same time, just because they read my blog well enough.

Nevertheless, it was a night that the heat were pumped up off limit; It was a night when anything could be happening surreal. And again. It was M.E.N.T.A.L!

P/S: A big credit given to Wingz and other organizing committees for the hard works in making this event happen!