Simplicity

Simply Red
Simplicity. Ha. Keep it simple - Double Ha.

"Oh, we'll just cannibalize Aim 1, and rewrite it in 4 pages - Easy Peasy!"

Best joke I've heard in the last 6 months.

"...ku akui aku mengilikanya ... bersama mimpi-mimpi nya..."

Ha. Not so easy is it when things return to normal? Not to mention, declarations like these are ridiculous and simply don't work in real life.


And damn it, speaking of real life, I forgot to change my brake pads. I suppose now I'll be slip-sliding all over the place. Shades of that Kate Bush lyric about skidding. I think it was Eileen. Pretty sure, not 100% but pretty sure, which probably isn't enough.

SOM - Cloudy with blue skies in between
This SOM is pretty much normal when you look at it - just think of that Friday evening when we went to see the original D'Jango in Italian no less. Dragging coffins around with you, such dedication. And all that weight, noise, mud, general dust and high body count. So there you go. Can't apply foreign SOMs when all is said and done. Of course there is all that blah blah blah about unease and so forth, but does it really matter whether you feel uneasy or not in the end? Not really.

Tonight, measure by measure, stitch by stitch, step by step, I'll evaluate faith while in the company of CT - he who terrifies thespians - and make some judgement calls and then go to sleep. After all, I'm not actually putting my soul up for sale here, and anyway pride takes the fall. Mind you, I still won't be able to keep from feeling like a fool but that's part of the SOM soothing process. Not faith enough - even AK says so. Though beauty is rare enough, still we trust somehow we'll find it there

Trust and rare will be the found beauty
Though beauty is rare enough, still we trust somehow we'll find it there.
That, silly SOM, is the crux of the matter. It comes down to trust - Trust that a nun shan't have to sacrifice her virtue to save the head of her brother.

Though beauty is rare enough, still we trust somehow we'll find it there.
That is how you trust in the future (*). And if you're prone to muscle cramps then drink brine. It does a neuron good.

Though beauty is rare enough, still we trust somehow we'll find it there.
No need to explain, the SOM will change eventually, and someday SOM will get over itself, and if not, too bad - if that's the future, then adapt or accept.

Though beauty is rare enough, still we trust somehow we'll find it there.



(*)Future being defined here as either adapt or accept.