jesus is gay, how to run 1000 yards without stopping and other stories.

the troubadours event at la bodega went on well enough. my idea of the event was that the open mic participants, both registered and unregistered would perform after the billed performers. the actual structure of the night was that registered open mic-ers would perform first, thus paving the way for the more established acts as well as troubadour veterans. i had my chance to shine briefly once everything was done for the night, and i do hope that they liked it. i can only wish, but although i fumbled a line or two of my own song, no one would've noticed anyway.

i've never been to an open mic event before. lezel frequented gigs like these back in sydney, where it consisted of a wide variety of mic-friendly engagements, from comedy to music to poetry to whatnot. it's not so different here, which is a good thing...there was a quick dosage of poetry (albeit slightly mangrished) by an aspiring poet known as...i can't remember his name but it was quite depressing (his stage name being in malay...it contained the word "matian" --- death or something along those lines). checking out the troubadours blog here...his stage name is mekarnya satu matian. yes; foreboding.

there was also a malay dude who looked like jesus. with specs. he started off with a brilliant cover of that chris isaak song which wasn't somebody's crying. he then sang something in malay which was incredibly funny at the time, which was possibly a gay ode to one of the organizers.

so, cut through from bossa nova to anti-establishement acoustic music, and then you had the true round of open mic-ness.

at this point, let me make it clear that paolo was backing me up on guitar.

i sang why, then i backed him for acid test, he then accompanied our friend christine for have a little faith in me (not the MM cover), and then he soloed for...um. he'd tell you what the title was if he was here.

as usual, girls swooned to him, coz...the truth is, guys who sing well are one thing, but guys who can hold their own on the guitar is the real carrot hanging in front of the proverbial donkey. i don't understand girls. i hope they recognize that vocal prowess is always more impressive technically. i mean, the singer makes the guitarist's songwriting sound good. after all, the general consensus is that guitarists have crappy vocals. and vocalists are terrible songwriters. there's always a synergy between the two but no such individual thing.

i'm just jealous.

i will sign up for next month's gig. just to try out the crowd for more than one song, and i'm planning to rework some of my stuff to make it less draggy and a little bit more fun. if the audience pays attention to what i say, it might work...if they don't, then...fuck 'em.

that's right. expletives are allowed!

(oh, and that female vocalist from estrella is cute). and there were a lot of pretty, chinese girls there who probably thought it was another cool thing to be into, the "troubadour" business. i love how they're so impressionable. nubile, naive little things.

fuck. i better stop before i get accused again.

you will hear from me if you go. literally.

one final note about the night: why do some christian bands have depressing names? playing for that night was broken scar...they had/have the #1 track on the xfresh indie charts. i mean, kevin's a great guy to talk to, i'm sure of it. but. it's sorta weird. and sad. literally.

i'm on a mission now. motherfucker.

this won't take long.

if you haven't caught mi3 yet, do so.
if you have, good.
if you want to see it (again), give me a call.

it's a retro throwback to the original show (not the mid-90s australian muddle). it's got all the retro music, the theme, everything.

it's got a brilliant opening.
it's got....tom cruise. morpheus. shaun from...shaun of the dead.
it's got a love story for the ladies.
it's got luther and incest humour!
it's got tom cruise running for a long time!

and it also proves that maggie q should leave her hair down more often. but her legs are so toned, i could pour jalapeno sauce all over them and just suckle suckle suckle my god i am ranting but holy fuck i wish i could have a girlfriend with THOSE LEGS.

i'm gonna wank away soon to naked weapon (incidentally starring...maggie q. coincidence?).

anyway.

i want to watch it again, really. does this justify an azureus download? yes. my lord, it was worth my RM 12. it merits a cinema viewing, at least once. please don't download it. if you've downloaded it, please don't watch it yet. if you've downloaded it and have already watched it, please watch it at the cinema also.

i do hope that this is the last m:i movie they make. coz from here on, it's going to be akin to a possible sequel to true lies. and ethan deserves to be happy, no? oh, well.

those legs, those legs, those legs. fuck.

i think i'm going to wet myself.

but it truly is a great movie. if V is good, this is simply...more fun. got to be safe and not use the word "better".

those legs.

sigh.

my inner perve has been sated.