Simplicity-is-Complicated has moved!
The decision for this move was fuelled purely by a feeling of wanting to start fresh, now that I have "become an adult", and focus on settling down with that constantly-changing writing style of mine.
Thank you all for the wonderful memories in the last 4 years!
This little immature authoress has relocated to a certain cafè down the road. If you're ever in need of a coffee or two, please stop by!
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
(as the author of this dusty blog is currently unsure what to do with it, please accept my apologies and this awkward short piece)
The morning he called on her was full of promises, perfect in every way. It was the kind of morning poets consumed hungrily and romantics doted on; beautiful, crisp, and exuberant. He was wearing his Sunday best. She, the cream one-piece with the embroidered flowers at the waist, the ones his fingertips once loved to flirt with; to trace the curves of the petals as he drew her close and melted in the golden fragrance of her hair.
They were sitting on a park bench under the hovering embrace of an ancient oak, eyes forward, feet tucked neatly together, taking in the peaceful din of noise surrounding them. Staggered sounds of laughter and play floated over from the nearby elementary school, playing hide-and-go-seek with the steady, low purring of the city streets hidden behind rows of well-kept trees. A trio of bikers rang merrily past on the path ahead, momentarily drowning the soft, metronomic footfalls of a lone jogger. Above their heads, a ballroom of birds, chirping the tune to their intricately simple waltz.
He was faintly aware of the butterflies in his stomach. And of her left hand, with its thin fingers and neatly shaped fingernails, less than an inch away from his own on the worn wooden surface of the seat. He swallowed drily, made an attempt to lift his fingers over hers, and found them glued to the wood.
Her red converses lightly scuffed the newly-green turf beneath their feet, teasingly, as if they knew what he wanted and was urging him on.
Another swallow. It was now or never.
Time of Thought: 7:07 PM
Friday, December 21, 2012
T-Shirt Slogan: I survived the Great un-Disaster of 2012
Is everyone still here? All assembled? Good
So what did you all think? Too much ado for nothing, eh?
Was there any changes? Did you wake up to find that your world was upside down? Did gravity disappear? Did you grow 2 extra eyes, an extra nose, and 14 more toes?
Personally, I hope something would happen. Specifically, I hope I got smarter. Some extra good-quality brain cells might be just what I need for the next important part of my life.
I never believed the 2012 stuff. Mostly because I didn't think anyone would be lucky enough. I mean, I graduate High School by mid 2013, so if the world ended at the end of 2012, that would spare my finding out that I failed all of my last exams and was declined from all possible universities and will have to live the rest of my life in a box.
Quite frankly, I don't think anyone is lucky enough to skip that part of life!
Still, it was pretty interesting, don't you think?
And the irony of this is, this message is a scheduled post. I actually wrote this 2 years ago. If something actually did happen, then the only people left to see this would be aliens!
Are YOU an alien?
If you are, I leave you my last 3/4 of a pack of gum. My most prized possession! Take good care of it, and I'll leave it to you to make new favors, so make me Proud!
Today's Surroundings: Oxygen
Today's Object: Jars
Today's Feelings: Dull Gray
Whats that? They timed it wrong? It was actually supposed to be December 27th 2012?
Oh dear, here we go again...
Monday, November 19, 2012
One of the benefits in keeping a blog (excluding the obvious ones; laughing at old styles of writing, reminiscing over the days when one's digital camera still took good pictures, practicing subtle advertising, etc etc), is the immense pleasure when one becomes abruptly aware of one's ownership to a blog, and comes back just in time to dust off before one's 3rd year Anniversary.
|This is a pretty good representation|
of me. The computer doesn't let me
sleep at all....
No fear, my English teacher is here (well, no, she's at school) and she's pretty awesome.
I might learn it yet.
But today's post is not about the awesomeness of a certain Ms.EnglishTeacher. Neither is it about the immense pleasure in typing something semi-coherent after countless months of Googling short keywords. No no no.
Today's post, is a story. [cue the dawwwww]
Time of Thought: 7:49 PM
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Ahh, it's that time of the year again.
I think –– and my readers will probably agree with me when I say this –– that I'm not really the type to write sentimental thank-you notes on my blog. There are three main reasons for this, and they are as follows:
One, I'm a teenager, and teenagers behind computers don't thank, we just take.
Two, I've been told many times that blog readers hate reading sentimental thank-yous, and
Three, I can never figure out exactly how to word it.
With my competencies aside, however, there is a forth, and fundamental, reason to it all: If I began, I'll never be able to finish. I owe my life, who I am today, who I will become tomorrow, to many, many people. Those who have met me, those who I have met. Those who have shared with me a mere fraction of their lifetime, in a fleeting glance as we cross paths on the street. Those who have given me their touch, their warmth, their voice.
If I had a penny for every person who I needed to thank, I would be rich, if only I could manage to thank them all.
I've decided to collect some of those pennies today.
Yet, a mere word of thanks is not enough.
Instead, let me tell you a story.