Our hopes and expectations

I’m back home.
Well, it happened again. Wow, what a shocker (sarcastic tone, ofcourse).

H is persuading me to come and see this live-band thing this Sunday. After his little incident with the authorities, he is not allowed (parents semi-grounded him) to attend unless Im going too. As much as live-bands appeal to me, I am still mulling about this Sunday.

There is also a slight chance that we are not going to a live-band at all. Knowing him all these years, he always has something up his sleeves and the live-band is just a cover-up for his parents. Whatever he has planned for Sunday, I hope it does not end up with hangover — not that I have done such things. You know, he is a little wild for a guy his age. (Does sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, ring a bell?)

Moreover, if we’re going to an actual mini live-band (hopefully, in-house, it has been raining all month), well, then, great! Nothing wrong with a little exposure to our local music scene and maybe meet new faces. Bless him for even considering me a part of it.

Speaking of live-bands, I missed Part 3 of Ronald and the gang series. I was not in the mood. Haha. (Part 1, Part 2)

In addition, by live-band, I mean a mini get together at a designated makeshift private studio (sometimes cafe) in someone who is kind enough to lend his or her house type of thing. This is Brunei, what do you think: massive arenas and loud thumping music? pfft.

Until next entry, stay away from crack.

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