Simplicity

How complex a word like simplicity sounds. In essence it may be.
Complex.
To achieve simplicity, an ounce of complexity is required, always.
In all sense though, simplicity is as simple as it sounds.
A simple smile that could make your day.
A simple look that could say a thousand words.
A simple silence, understood.
A simple call, to check on me, uncalled for, not required, but lifegiving.
A simple wag of a dogs tail, could bring back all hope when you feel like your done for. He wagged his tail, he didn't have to, he walked in and sat by my feet. He didn't have to. I don't feed him, I don't walk him. I simply love him. How he senses it, is a complex thing, translated in a simple gesture of love. A simple wag. A single nuzzle!
Simplicity at the base of all complexity, and at its demise.
A simple post, with complex words and complex feelings behind it.
Unsorted and Unabridged.

CuppyCake

"You're my honeybun sugarplum
pumpy-umpy-umkin,
your my sweetie pie.
Your my cuppycake gumdrops snoogums boogums
your the apple of my eye

and I love you so and I want you to know
that I'll always be right here.
I love to sing sweet songs to you
because you are so dear!"

-Cuppycake. by Strawberry Shortcake.

Adventures Abroad I

Currently in the queer land of queer eyed, noodle devouring people!
Singapore's the name of the game.
Arrival: 8th june 2007
Day one: Slumber and Aquaintance(in that order)
Day two: The zoo. Accompanied by a monkey of a brother, a midget of a sister, my family and other animals. Fed a few roos.
Day three: Shopping. we head off to clark quay flea market to find that it has fled. we found nothing, nada! then off to orchard street. we walked for half an hour, stood on a chinks head for half an hour. ate for 20 minutes. Came back home and swam.
sitting around discussing mother daughter-in-law situations! training for a not so distant future: How not to kill your mother in law.

okay i hate this post but im bored and writers block is descending upon me. I felt I might as well post this as I AM reporting LIVE from Singapore city!
yes I know it sucks!
dont care.
Actually, I do.
Will delete when I think of something better!
-signing off-

Word vol 2

Scat!
yes scat!
No you didn't read wrong, I did type Scat!
Its actually shit, potty!
As well as *drum roll* a form of talking.
Scat is making up of words and sounds as you go along.
It is fun
scatooobillieee baba sooonna dragastonam ablasiyadasgara.
In scat talk, I just said that your head looks like a nice big juicy watermelon!
That's the beauty of it all, YOU decide what to mumble, and YOU decide what it means.
This applies to one and all!

NOTE:While playing scatTalk please remember that we all have our right to freedom of speech and expression. no fighting because your partner did not get what you just said. Or doesn't remember.

frustration

It has been over 3 months(I think) since I last added a post! That's an annoying habit I seem to have! I insist on forgetting things. If I don't forget then I get bored of it. In this case I just didn't feel like typing. The problem is though when I'm nowhere near the vicinity of the computer, I have this INSANE desire to post something, and normally my ideas are pretty good. So I run up the stairs hollering at the top of my lungs, "GET OFF THE COMPUTER I HAVE AN AWESOME IDEA!"
Of course this NEVER works, my brothers main ambition in life is to torture me, so the minute he hears me he switches on his game and when I 'request'(by which I mean threaten him with something unless he does what I ask) him to get off, he calmly raises the volume off the speakers and the room vibrates with gunshots.
Another flash and an awesome idea occurs again, "I shall write about the sheer pointless-ness of computer games...or maybe a pros and cons..." As I am thinking all this, my darling sibling is shooting away at pelicans and foxes(types of air crafts it seems) and I, amidst these gunshots, am contemplating my new idea, the old one entirely forgotten.
My mother on the other hand must at that very moment book somebodies flight or hotel. Which ofcouse takes priority over my awesome idea which I am told to write down so I do not forget!
WHO, I ask you, writes things down in the day and age! God what a tedious task! To actually write something down that is not required by the school? God forbid! So of course I walk away grumbling!
It takes four hours, much grovelling, a dash of whining and a tad bit of blackmail to finally get the computer and by then I have about 20 new awesome ideas to write on!
I sit down and sign in, click on the post button, set the cursor on title, think. Type in: Random Thoughts.
I sit back.
And I stare.
What to write about first?
my hand is placed gently on the keyboard ready to type away.
And...
My mind is blank!
Gone are the awesome ideas. Away with the wind went my random thoughts. Vanished are my theories. Faded from memory are the memories. Lost are the quotes. Drained away is my emotion, save one.
Sheer and utter FRUSTRATION!