Incase you missed my last ‘Ronald & the gang’ entry, here’s part 1 of the Ronald and gang series.

They performed at the Riveira Cafe, again, but this time the audience doubled. Apparently, their last performance was so well received by the public, they were re-invited by the management. We (Wafi, Hafez and I) had a little chit-chat with his father cum manager. Okay, it wouldn’t be classified as a chit-chat, more like ego boosting. His father was so proud of his sons, he came to us to feed his ego.

This is a really summarized version. It may sound alittle robot-ish because I turned it into proper English.

Ronald: Hey

Affy: Hey, again, here?

Ronald: They paid us last time and we just can’t say no. Its money. Plus its the holidays.

Affy: How much?

Ronald: Enough to get me those speakers. (the speakers is as huge as mini-fridge)

Affy: Hey, found a band name yet?

Ronald: No, not yet. Its hard.

Affy: How ’bout Ronald and the gang?

(we laughed then his father butted in)

Manager: Well, how did he (Ronald) play? Great right? He’s good on the guitar.

Affy: Yeah, he played well. When did he *pointed towards his 10 year old son* start playing the drums?

Manager: When he was 3 years old, he started knocking the furniture with chopsticks to the Bollywood beat. He’s been knocking ever since.

(insert unrelated ego boosting shit-chat here)

Manager: We finally bought him a drumset after endless nagging, earlier this year.

Affy: Ohh…

Manager: He plays like a pro now. He learned all that just this year. He’s extremely good.

(our conversation was intercepted by his 10 year old son, Razkan, 60 sec drum-solo)

I have more pictures but I’m too lazy to tag and resize them.

Affy-

You’re in for a surprise, maybe, and I’ll only let a selected few of you know by January. It’s not a strippers party extravaganza or anything of the sort, so don’t get your hopes too high. It’s not certain, yet. If you have no idea what the fuck I’m talking about, just let it slip and continue reading.

We again went out and this time, it’s not Marilyn’s Cafe (although we did stop-by after the event), it’s Riviera Cafe adjacent to the mucky brown Belait River. I was relunctant at first because I had a severe stomach-ache that afternoon, after much persuasion from a deary friend, I attended the gathering. We convened at a joint-table at Riviera to watch Ronald and the gang (I don’t know what’s the name of his band, so I made one up), consisting of him and other 2 family members — his little brother and his other little brother. Left to right: Ronald; on the guitars, his brother; on bass and lastly his 6-7 year old brother; on the drums. They played well. Really well, actually. His brother is amazing on the drums, considering he’s only 6 years old. For a little boy his age, he played the drums way beyond his years and definitely received a few woahs from the audience. Equally, all three brothers played stunningly on their respective musical instruments and no doubt, that they have the musical gene in them.

I bought Bully (by Rockstar games, google it) on the PS2, today just to fill my time during the wee hours of the day. Sadly, as I sat on the comfy couch, inserted the dvd, waited a few seconds, and probably another few seconds, it took forever to load. I tried numerous time but to no avail. So now, I have absolutely nothing to do and I’m taking it back to the shop first thing in the morning. If she doesn’t want to switch, even with the receipt intact, I’ll demand my B$3 back! Enough to get me a pack of Marlboro’s. And that makes me happy.

So, until next entry, I’m gonna check on my cat to see how’s she doing.

P/S: To Stella, if you’re reading this, I’m extremely sorry about yesterday - my laptop batt went flat in the middle of our conversation. I’ll further enlighten you with my mad photoshop skills (haha!) next conversation, kay?

P/S/S: A special thanks to Ronald for a great performance and for doing that really cool thing with his teeth on the guitars.

Affy-

If you’re like me and missed out on the under US$10, one-take video, “A Million Ways” by OK Go which is said to be spreading like ‘a viral internet sensation’ on the fall of 2005, here’s a cookie. I only knew about it when I stumbled upon the video 2 months ago on youtube.com (not so wildfire afterall) and thought it was the awesomest under-budget video in the awesome under-budget video land just below Fat Boy Slim’s “Praise You”. I was shocked to see the video playing on MTV and Channel V this afternoon. Again like always, I hopped on the computer and did my magic.

Who in God’s great world is OK Go? OK Go is an American rock band from Chicago and Washington DC. They share management with ‘They Might Be Giants’ on tour before signing to Capitol Records. They also did a few worth-talking-about things which I’m fuck lazy to talk about.

Why is OK Go so great? If you haven’t notice the hideous glasses, then I suggest you click the little X button on the right hand corner of the screen - a unicorn will pop out of your monitor and grant you 2.5 wishes. From their synchronise dance moves and hideous fashion sense, the question is - what is not so great about them.

Who are the four studs? Not so seriously - Sarah, Michelle, Mary and Gary. Seriously - Damian (Vocals, Guitar), Tim (Bass), Dan (Drums) and Andy (Keyboard, Guitar). I don’t know which is which so why don’t you go and figure that out yourself.

YOU: Shaddap already and show me the video. Please?
ME: OK… Go!

OK Go on treadmills. OK Go - “Here it goes again”

Oh shit, they’re are so cool. Where can I get the album? Torrentspy.com, I believe - I haven’t looked it up yet. If you’re a good kid (like me), go visit the nearest CD shop (or kadai comunis dakat the Mall as we called it here in the land of Brunei) and get a legit copy.

Did you know OK Go sells dry goods too? Well, now you do. Suprisingly, their T-shirts are wearable by my standards. The money obtained from the selling of dry goods will be used to feed the hungry kids in Africa. And you know what else? I just made that last sentence up. OK Go’s online store

How can I stalk OK Go? Click here and here.

Okay so I finally saw ‘When a stranger calls’. A waste of B$7. It didn’t give me any frights or whatsoever. The only fright of the night is when my brother called (in the middle of the movie) at around 1.30AM instructing me to get his badminton kit ready because he wants to use it. Badminton? at 1.30AM? Weird kid. So I waited outside, all alone, at 1.30AM, waiting for the motherfucker to arrive. If there were more violence and gore, it would’ve been an awesome movie. I want to see heads chopped off and hunged. I want to see chopped body parts. I want to see broken bones. I want to see blood spatter and all that jazz. Bottom line is, it sucked so bad, it’s worst than Paris Hilton music video.

Speaking of Paris Hilton music video, Stars are blind, I think if the director were to replace the male model with wild animals, it would a hit. I kid you not. Because the leopard print bra is so arousing but seeing she’s with another guy in the video, you just want to pee on the man and crusify him. But at the same time, I don’t think replacing the male model with wild animals a good idea. Take for example, a giraffe. The giraffe would mistaken her as a celery stick and start munching her like no other. I don’t think replacing the giraffes with monkeys a good idea too. The monkeys will start masturbating as soon as she puts he leopard bra on. All in all, I don’t think Paris should do another music video, unless it involves her bitch slapping Nicole Ritchie right at the head, followed by a ‘bras and panties‘ only cat fight in chocolate pudding. Now, that, I like to see. Hmmm

I have this gross infected wound. It’s spreading like wildfire. And if that wasn’t worse enough, it’s on my face just beside my lip. I would love to meet a dermatologist but my parents are out for the weekend. Let’s hope tomorrow when I wake up for school, it doesn’t conquer my whole face. If it does, I won’t start butchering random people accross the street but I will continue to look at the brighter side of things - I could play a Resident Evil zombie without special effects or make-up. Now, how fucking cool is that?

Sorry no pictures today. Later munchkins.