Worn out?
I am one useless sack of shit. I have relatively little to do, compared to other people, and yet I have trouble juggling the incredibly minute number of tasks at hand. Anyway enough of this life draining chant. I just got the recording of pwer rangers! SJIMB alumni played it at our concert. The song is fun. Packed with loads of it. The trumpeter sucks. He has no proper air support. He sounds like a car horn being flushed down the lavatory. That stupid fool better buck up before I start running after him with homework cocktails.
Everyone is so stressed. I am not. That equals me being something, not some one. I can't really help. I only can smile. And thank you to everyone. I owe you all alot. I have nothing else to regurgitate. Tata! (that means grandfather in tamil.)
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Better to be a trumpeter who sounds like a car horn, than a french horn who sounds like a duck shot in the neck. Or a faulty lawn-mower. At least car horns have a clean sound.
And as mezraq said; Why be a good trumpeter? Be a good bassoonist!
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sian here...
decided jus post something...
HI.....
dear vignesh, can you please update your blog more infrequently so i have less things to read? no thank you.
yours unsincerely
wizlet
I remember this post vaguely from way back in the triassic period (where life was simpler and there were more reptile species than indians)
Translation: Update! I need to read a coherent blog in prose.
omG!! viG.. u'VE gOT a bloG.. hEHExz.. aniwaE>. sTuDY hARd Arhxz!! =)
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