Ingredients:
Dry
4 tbsp Self raising flour
4 tbsp sugar
2 tbsp cocoa
3 tbsp chocolate chips (optional)
Mix these together
Wet
3 tbsp oil
3 tbsp milk
1egg
splash vanilla essence
Mix ALL together and microwave for 3 minutes. Will need LARGE mug. Small flat dish also works.
Whoever invented this one is a Genius. I don't really cook per se... so this'll keep me nourished :p
Friday, May 29, 2009
Simple
Our hearts hold so much content, but we don't need many words.
You know I love you... and that's all that needs to be communicated.
It's simple for us like that.
My feelings for you aren't complicated.
There's no drama like they show on TV,
or like the love-lives of my friends.
I'm not confused as to whether I love you or not,
or whether you love me back.
I don't wonder if you're going to go off with another
woman without me knowing,
Or if you’d rather sleep at work
Even the anguish of you being far away is simple.
It just hurts.
Enduringly, all the time, everyday...
but it's the same dull ache...
It's not as bad when I know you're in Cape Town and are just a drive away,
but when you're not nearby, it's the same little haze of loneliness
that clings to me and makes sure that I
remember exactly
just how far you are away from me.
I Do enjoy the company of my friends, but past a certain time of night,
all I can do is to miss you.
I used to get so exhausted in the day
that the moment my head hits my pillow I sink straight to sleep.
but now
I spend some time thinking about you for a little bit, wishing you well,
hoping you're having fun where you are.
And I imagine you wrap your arms around me,
your chest against my back,
while I try to fall asleep.
But,
even as I feel you around me, I know that you are not,
and suddenly I am wracked by tears.
Tears of profound yearning of the impossible,
of surrendered helplessness,
and freshly, forcibly accepted pains.
I miss you.
And that's a Simple feeling too.
©HumbleAmbition 2009
You know I love you... and that's all that needs to be communicated.
It's simple for us like that.
My feelings for you aren't complicated.
There's no drama like they show on TV,
or like the love-lives of my friends.
I'm not confused as to whether I love you or not,
or whether you love me back.
I don't wonder if you're going to go off with another
woman without me knowing,
Or if you’d rather sleep at work
Even the anguish of you being far away is simple.
It just hurts.
Enduringly, all the time, everyday...
but it's the same dull ache...
It's not as bad when I know you're in Cape Town and are just a drive away,
but when you're not nearby, it's the same little haze of loneliness
that clings to me and makes sure that I
remember exactly
just how far you are away from me.
I Do enjoy the company of my friends, but past a certain time of night,
all I can do is to miss you.
I used to get so exhausted in the day
that the moment my head hits my pillow I sink straight to sleep.
but now
I spend some time thinking about you for a little bit, wishing you well,
hoping you're having fun where you are.
And I imagine you wrap your arms around me,
your chest against my back,
while I try to fall asleep.
But,
even as I feel you around me, I know that you are not,
and suddenly I am wracked by tears.
Tears of profound yearning of the impossible,
of surrendered helplessness,
and freshly, forcibly accepted pains.
I miss you.
And that's a Simple feeling too.
©HumbleAmbition 2009
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