THE SOUL PATROL ON A ROLL

(Usually I dont think reality TV are worth mentioning in my blog and giving AI 2006 reviews are NOT in the *motherhood* jurisdiction, but since I have the luxury of blog space now - and I raved so much about Kat's OTR performance, I gotta have my say!)

Alamak, I have to eat my words lah!


The silver-haired fox wears the crown

I tried to catch the results this morning, and they were about to annouce the winner when suddenly my Astro went kaput (hmm, i think it's time to pay the Astro bill)! So i rushed to work after dropping Nunu off and as soon as I turn on my MSN, his win has already been declared all over the www.

But even before the results are out, I already predicted he'd win. His three performances were consistently good, while Kat's OTR still brought tears to my eyes (and every Dad with a lil girl across the globe), her third song was such a huge let down, i think she ended the song that way was partly because she's frustrated at how corny and uninspiring the song was. I mean everyone knows u gotta end the theme/debut song in a big, explosive way, but she did it short and simple.

So he deserves it. I'm no sore loser, pinkyj :P

Check out his really hot look here.

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Since we're on the topic of reality shows, I'm totally excited over BJ & Tyler's victory over the Frat Boys. It's old news really but I just caught the finale last week, and it's a nice feeling when the couple that you're rooting for wins. I mean the race was pretty neck and neck and when the only thing between them and the million dollars were a coupla flags, you can say I was really at the edge of my seat. But brains always won over brawns, so even if they're actually geeks covering up as bohemian hippies, they're the funnest people you can compete with. Of course, MoJo wouldnt agree with me, but you'll either hate'em or love'em.

I must confess, I'm a sucker for all things reality (because my fantasy isnt enuff i guess :*) No matter how debasing or ridiculous in nature or agonizingly distasteful they are, I'd watch them. Whatever there is at stake, whether its a million bux, a modelling contract, a dream guy/girl/wedding/job, humiliation or your dignity, I'd cheer on and pick anyone I fancy as my favourite contestant. Sometimes watching the delicious hosts are excitement enuff for (are you reading this Jeff?). Err, this statement does not apply to Mr. Trump.

Yup, I need a life.

I guess I fit their audience demographic perfectly. It's nice to know that the producers are thinking of you (or people like you) when they come up with these kooky ideas for reality shows. They know what people like me want. No, not so much of who wins or loses, we prefer to look at people make fools out of themselves and how far they'd go to win. Gotta love'em or hate'em - the freeloaders, the backstabbers, the crybabies, the strategists, the drama queens, the under-the-radars, the competetive freaks, the average joes, the billionare heiress, the bullies, the clueless, the oddballs, the oddballs who think they can sing - the whole kit and caboodle.

Dumb shows and brainless people aside, so far I'm all for intelligent shows like the Scholar and the upcoming Akademi Al-Quran. It's glad to know there are intelligent people out there. Gila glamer, but still intelligent.

Akademi Fantasia is kicking off next week. Guess we'd say goodbye to Saturday nite-outs for a coupla months.