Hello!
So i've been feeling a bit better since my previous post, but of course I can always be even better.
Friday morning was kinda annoying, because I left home early for school but I got late because of some dumb students from my relatively dumb school wasted time at the bus stop trying to enter an obviously full bus.
So the bus ended up reaching school like 2 minutes late and I had to just go back home.
But whatever, not like I was gonna let that spoil my mood, I was going to KL anyway!
Reached home and got ready to leave, this time mama and wana tagged along.
Went for breakfast and then met kak faizah, her mum, kak dina and cik dahlia, and waited for our bus which was at 11.30am.
It rained in Singapore but once we reached the Malaysian custom it was sunny.
It all went pretty fast, thankfully.
And then the drive consisted of alternate rainy-sunny areas.
But I was so happy to see KL so sunny!
Love the weather.
We reached around 5+pm and I spent the bulk of the bus journey phoneless.... until I found mama's phone hahaha (yep my phone is spoilt boo)
Right when we reached we attacked my dear Krispy kreme and then walked to Fairlane residence.
The apartment was amazing!
(photo from kak dayah's instagram because of course by the time we reached, the home's already filled with stuff haha)
So we quickly took a quick bath and changed to our orange costumes and then rushed out for someone to pick us up.
The traffic was outrageous but luckily, I had my original glazed doughnut in my hands, and the driver was good at cutting other cars.
We managed to reach about 8 and let me tell you the atmosphere was great!
There was a huge crowd and the red carpet, and so we met the rest of the oranges (wow wth) and queued for entrance.
We were finally granted entrance and we settled down right stage, and slowly our area started to be filled with orange.
It was a sight to behold, I wished I had a drone that could capture the insanity.
There were so many humans in orange it felt like chinese new year.
Hahaha no link im kidding.
So with 2 hours to spare, we started preparing our balloon clappers, light sticks and banners.
Had a little warm-up screaming sesh against the other fan clubs.
Me and wana tried to lead a cheer but it was in english so we failed sorry ugh (tried to translate but it sounded too weird so let's forget it hahaha)
So for humans with no food since morning (for some of us) and only doughnuts filling us, we were pretty darn loud.
Just to be clear, I truly support all the comedians for the hard work in entertaining us, but that night I was Sepahtu represent!
It started with Sepahtu at the top of the voting position.
When the show finally started, Dato Jalal was first to grace the runway, followed by Farah, Taufik and finally Fazura.
(Don't understand why people have to adamantly vent about how much they hate a celebrity like relax bruh, none of my bee's wax)
I was screaming all the way, and the balloon clappers very quickly deflated pfft.
Sepahtu did great with the first theme and the second theme started so heart-meltingly but ofcourse they had to hold back the punchlines pfft guys.
Zero was fun but the first performance was literally overrated, 5 stars pfft judges.
Nabil made a topic so minute be so fun and exactly like Dato Jalal said, (he spoke my mind la seh), we didn't need to laugh, I was just sitting there observing and praising this dude in my mind at the way his brain works.
Shiro's first performance was funny but forgettable, and I loved the second one!
Shasha FTW XD
Bocey kinda stagnated both rounds, why guys (but Achey's floating down was darn cool ok dreams)
I was kinda hoping that the other contestants from first episode would come but they didn't pfft.
(Still didn't get to see Ropie)
Final stage looked barren without Jambu though honestly.
The results time came and my heart almost exploded oh the tension.
Fifth place was Bocey, kinda expected but I felt the disappointment in the air.
When Shiro was announced fourth though, I stood up and gave an ovation because they did pretty well for the second theme, but I admit that I saw that coming.
Nabil was obviously third, the whole crowd was chanting his name.
Everyone around me was like saying "It's his 2nd child's luck" and of course I got so proud of him for doing a great job that night.
Down to the last two.
Zero was announced as winner and everything around me went slow mo, one by one people in orange started to stand up and applaud.
(ok pause, my baby sister just came up to me with her tab... she's watching Sepahtu finals 2013)
I immediately cheered for our heroes, 2nd place!
It is indeed a well-deserved win for Zero, they have put in immense effort in each of their performances.
I admit it was REALLY weird not hearing 'Se-pah-tu' as the champion, my brain was so frazzled and torn between pride and overwhelm.
I kinda shed a tear but even I was confused why' was it disappointment that Sepahtu didn't win first place, or was it just relief after all that had happened with Sepahtu, they managed to go against the odds and achieve such a victory?
It felt more like the former in the initial moments, even when I had in fact accepted the fact that our heroes lost despite the high hopes I harboured.
I knew that Zero could win, I knew it from the start.
But I guess it was hard at that point of time to rationalize this awkward newness.
But ofcourse, I sooner got over it and celebrated Sepahtu's 2nd place win!
(duhh, how can you NOT be proud?!)
But walking outside to a crowd of disappointed, lowly spirited humans in orange, and having a group of disgusting hooligans walking past us purposefully chanting the champion's name just because they harbour hatred towards one of our heroes made me so annoyed.
Come on la, this is pure entertainment, why you gotta bring politics into the picture.
Ugh, low life losers with their colourful wigs and banana shirts.
(photo from kak abby's facebook)
Hung outside for a while before we went for supper(at a place with orange tables wow hahaha), an ambiance of sadness filled the air but I appreciate the efforts some people put in to pick themselves up and lighten the mood.
I for one don't understand why we have to be so disappointed, I mean, it's still a win, it's just less money and a different coloured trophy.
I guess now I understand why second place is the worst.
You're so close to the top.
Ok whatever let's move on!
The food was pretty good!
And we kinda bullied the uncles into helping us take photos haha.
Reached our hotel a little before 5am and enjoyed the cool air outside for awhile.
Aura didn't bother to change into our sleeping clothes (just pants), and then sat in the living room starting to talk and rant and discuss.
(one of my favourite parts about travelling with aura muahhaa)
Watched the devil wears Prada while talking and then one by one they fell asleep so I followed suit around 6.45am.
Woke up the next morning and headed to our favourite Old town at kenanga wholesale, and did a little shopping before heading back to times square for two hours of karaoke.
Ended with Heartattack but my voice is still with me.
Amazing eh, after more than 6 hours of non-stop shouting and then screaming in the karaoke booth.
Went to times square to purchase some last minute snacks (of course, my darling krispy kreme) and so boarded the bus at 5.30pm.
The journey back was pretty nice but as usual, whenever I leave KL after an event, I feel sad.
We didn't meet our heroes this time, couldn't stand to wait and anyway their families were there.
Despite it being not the best experience, I had the best time thanks to the company.
Thank you everyone, and thank you god for allowing this trip to happen and protecting us in our journey to and fro.
Thank you superheroes for making our trip worthwhile, I had so much fun and am already looking forward for the next event! (made a promise to Naj though, that this is the last time I ditch school for KL hahah)
Always love my trips with Aura, and this time it was better cause my hilarious mama tagged along.
All in all, I hope for the comedy world to be less of a competition and more of a combined effort to entertain, because that's what their true intentions should be.
Whatever it is, stay great,Sepahtu cause your etiquette and effortless comedy puts you in your own league.
In other words, MLM 2015, here we come!
Sepahtu and Nabil might be taking their well deserved break, but Jozan better make a comeback because I need motivation for my big As and Jozan is the best solution.
(probably Jep scared to distract me from my studies HAHAHA)
Alright, this has been fun.
Adeu ^^
ps i have yet to post the previous trips, all from the M7 in JB to the best KL trip. i need to post them quickly and share my excitement!