- Men cannot read minds. Can the hints.
- Yes and No mean Yes and No.
- When you come to us with problems, we intend to solve them.
- If you say Nothing's wrong, we will not attempt to figure out what is wrong.
Kaka and Ronaldo move to Real.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Stop me if you've heard this one before.
Kaka and Ronaldo move to Real.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
mm
Went out. Found myself surrounded by happy people. Decided to keep going out to a bare minimum.
Can't stand people.
Can't stand life.
Might have been a mistake to agree to Promtay gig.
O well.
Can't stand people.
Can't stand life.
Might have been a mistake to agree to Promtay gig.
O well.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Lucky, lucky thirteen.
Welcome, readers of Cold Comfort for Change.
Those of you who have loyally kept up with all 12 previous posts will undoubtedly have realized that this is the wiser cousin of that odious blog, House of Jupiter.
Those of you who have kept up with both will undoubtedly be puzzled at the utter lack of wisdom any of these two blogs contained.
There, there. Rest your troubled head.
Troubles.
Let's sort out a few of them.
U of T's decision.
Denise just bailed on us and now we are drummer-less, plus Zaleha might not make it, so we are now an epic 2-man band.
The results of these 6 months (well, 5 actually) in CIMP will be released this Friday.
I need to renew my passport.
Ayesha.
Couple of other things.
Not important.
Listening to Ark Sano's piano tributes to Evanescence. Strangely, they are a zillion times better than the originals.
Hurm.
I'm still hoping, quite unrealistically, that the Promtay gig will work out. I had everything planned out and now it's all c r a s h i n g
down.
You'd have thought I'd be used to that feeling by now.
You'd be wrong.
Somewhere along the way, we decided to stop.
The last time I wrote a song was...
Months and months ago.
I am finished.
There is nothing else to write about.
My life is like a Tangle.
I wrote a really clever e-mail to Ayesha, but it's confidential.
YAY MORE GOOD NEWS! Zaleha can't play either, I'm now in a 2-man band!
Ehhhh. You know what they say.
Everything that can go wrong,
will.
It's always terrible when I like someone.
I liked myself once.
Those of you who have loyally kept up with all 12 previous posts will undoubtedly have realized that this is the wiser cousin of that odious blog, House of Jupiter.
Those of you who have kept up with both will undoubtedly be puzzled at the utter lack of wisdom any of these two blogs contained.
There, there. Rest your troubled head.
Troubles.
Let's sort out a few of them.
U of T's decision.
Denise just bailed on us and now we are drummer-less, plus Zaleha might not make it, so we are now an epic 2-man band.
The results of these 6 months (well, 5 actually) in CIMP will be released this Friday.
I need to renew my passport.
Ayesha.
Couple of other things.
Not important.
Listening to Ark Sano's piano tributes to Evanescence. Strangely, they are a zillion times better than the originals.
Hurm.
I'm still hoping, quite unrealistically, that the Promtay gig will work out. I had everything planned out and now it's all c r a s h i n g
down.
You'd have thought I'd be used to that feeling by now.
You'd be wrong.
Somewhere along the way, we decided to stop.
The last time I wrote a song was...
Months and months ago.
I am finished.
There is nothing else to write about.
My life is like a Tangle.
I wrote a really clever e-mail to Ayesha, but it's confidential.
YAY MORE GOOD NEWS! Zaleha can't play either, I'm now in a 2-man band!
Ehhhh. You know what they say.
Everything that can go wrong,
will.
It's always terrible when I like someone.
I liked myself once.
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