<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964</id><updated>2011-10-10T22:20:24.748-07:00</updated><category term='Jay Write'/><category term='futsal'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='Kanye West'/><category term='Diamond Island Music'/><category term='John Wilson IV'/><category term='cycle'/><category term='Komplex'/><category term='deep'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='Free Agent'/><category term='Jon Jon'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Joe Budden'/><category term='simplebutkomplex'/><category term='social'/><category term='Nas'/><category term='J.Han'/><category term='LA Artists'/><category term='Mixtape'/><category term='Still Dreaming'/><category term='networks'/><title type='text'>Simply Komplex</title><subtitle type='html'>Sports/Entertainment/Hip-Hop/Random thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-2032217880835811441</id><published>2009-08-06T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:24:09.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.Han'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixtape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Agent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA Artists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Write'/><title type='text'>You're Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Ehhh, why wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/123195103/d90ad3d8/Free_Agent.html" target=_blank&gt;Free Agent.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-2032217880835811441?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2032217880835811441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=2032217880835811441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/2032217880835811441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/2032217880835811441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-welcome.html' title='You&apos;re Welcome!'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-889578763076124114</id><published>2009-07-18T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:54:32.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Chill</title><content type='html'>Well people my mixtape "Free Agent" is officially FINISHED!!! I juss wrapped it up with two tracks yesterday. One of which I will bless you all with now. It'll e mixed down this week and packed up and ready to go by next week. Hopefully I catch some of yall in the streets of LA adn I can get you a copy. This track is titles "So Chill" I hope you enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/628130700eeb9a38/"&gt;zSHARE - so chill_mixdown.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-889578763076124114?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/889578763076124114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=889578763076124114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/889578763076124114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/889578763076124114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-chill.html' title='So Chill'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-2996532535886636982</id><published>2009-07-14T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:10:42.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet!</title><content type='html'>This lil kid has a jumper for real! Is he gonna miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HS6NGtx9Hks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HS6NGtx9Hks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-2996532535886636982?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2996532535886636982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=2996532535886636982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/2996532535886636982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/2996532535886636982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/wet.html' title='Wet!'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-4240785880445619551</id><published>2009-07-13T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:31:28.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Komplex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Wilson IV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futsal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplebutkomplex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon Jon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Write'/><title type='text'>GOALLLLL!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This was kinda dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9J0OhkT0Vs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9J0OhkT0Vs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-4240785880445619551?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4240785880445619551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=4240785880445619551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/4240785880445619551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/4240785880445619551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/07/goalllll.html' title='GOALLLLL!!!!!'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-3836929532054762214</id><published>2009-06-07T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:35:49.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Help You!</title><content type='html'>I often wonder, what's worse, not having dreams, goals, and aspirtations, or not having the resources to work toward your aspirations? I used to think the former. However, currently I feel its the latter. Maybe its because that's me right now. I have many peers who are currently graduated from college, begun careers, or have established themselves into becocming at least some of what they dream to become.But what about me? Me, I'm a man with many dreams, many plans, and many ideas, talents and concepts, all I need is one shot, one opportunity and I know I can show the world all that I possess. I guess, I just want a connection. A connection to something or someone that will help propel me to the heights I dream to reach. And its not about me having my hand out, its simply, well, you know the adage "its not what you know but who you know", yea I'm beginning to realize just how powerful and true that is. So this is my effort to know someone, lol. If you feel like you can help me in anyway, lets link up and make history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Simply Komplex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-3836929532054762214?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3836929532054762214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=3836929532054762214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/3836929532054762214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/3836929532054762214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-me-help-you.html' title='Help Me Help You!'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-3940985093794287778</id><published>2009-05-27T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:53:55.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>They say the one constant in life is change. And that may be true. However, who's to say that on top of that constant we cant create a "sub constant" known as improvement. I sttrive to make improvement one of MY lifes constants. Besides, what good is changing if you aren't improving or "bettering" yourself? So I urge you all, instead of our lives and our lifestyles changing, lets try and manipulate that change into positive energy. Energy that creates or causes us to improve. Daily I wake up, thank God for life, and ask myself and HIM how can I be better than I was the day before. And I encourage you all to do the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-3940985093794287778?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3940985093794287778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=3940985093794287778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/3940985093794287778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/3940985093794287778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-3609966292384193513</id><published>2009-05-26T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:07:37.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots...</title><content type='html'>Never argue with an idiot. They will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-3609966292384193513?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3609966292384193513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=3609966292384193513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/3609966292384193513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/3609966292384193513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/idiots.html' title='Idiots...'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-2275971717529060254</id><published>2009-05-12T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:29:54.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless...</title><content type='html'>I credit myself a writer. And on top of that a pretty damn good one. Now I could, and should be a lot better, and plan to be. And I will be a lot better, when I begin to write more frequently. I'm easily inspired, and very creative, at least so I've heard. And recently, in fact just 10 minutes ago (its 3:17 am) I had very long, enlightening, relieving conversation with an old "friend" of mine whom I haven't heard from in months (details unnecessary). All I will say is that me and this person have MANY memories, experiences, and stories alike. We shared laughs, tears, and feelings with one another and discussed all types of various private and not so private information. Usually after times like that my mind gets field with various ideas, concepts, emotions that would translate in something, ie, song, story, poem, etc. But for some odd reason, right now...I have nothing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, not a damn thing. No thoughts, no emotions, no ideas, nothing. And I don't know what that means. And its not because we didn't enjoy each others company. But simply because the final words that were exchanged, or news that I received rather left me with nothing to feel. And I'm not too sure why that is. I don't even know what I'm supposed to think. So now, I'm just here...rambling along talking about something that I don't know how to talk about. I've never felt so empty and at a loss for words, thoughts, and emotions in my life. It's only right that THIS particular old friend would make me feel this way. But, nevertheless I don't like it. Usually, when I feel this way I at least feel, pain or anger toward them. But honestly right now I just lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this be? Have you ever been at a lost for words SO MUCH that you don't not speak about the situation, but instead you find yourself rambling on aimlessly about that very same situation that you felt left you speechless? Well, that's the point I'm at now. This feels a lot worse than being hurt. Because I cant even vent properly :-/. Oh well let me try and write a song or something and get some sleep. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-2275971717529060254?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2275971717529060254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=2275971717529060254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/2275971717529060254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/2275971717529060254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/speechless.html' title='Speechless...'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-4385650652355614711</id><published>2009-05-02T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:10:52.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycle'/><title type='text'>Cycle</title><content type='html'>See love is such a vicious cycle,&lt;br /&gt;That's why I could never feel that way for you,&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, and tried, Lord knows that I have,&lt;br /&gt;But I will never feel that way for you,&lt;br /&gt;And it's not you, as much as its me&lt;br /&gt;Shit, its not even really me&lt;br /&gt;It's her...&lt;br /&gt;But if I went into detail with her about her past,&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that I would learn that it isnt her either, &lt;br /&gt;It was him...&lt;br /&gt;In the end, its always them,&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there when I spent those sleepless nights after our deepest fights,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out how I could make shit right,&lt;br /&gt;And you didnt feel how it feels to hear, the one you love become your biggest fear,&lt;br /&gt;As you lay on your back with tearful ears,&lt;br /&gt;Now im stuck with these tears for years,&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm scared,&lt;br /&gt;Scared of me&lt;br /&gt;Scared of you&lt;br /&gt;Scared of feelings and all that they do&lt;br /&gt;Im scared of the truth, to tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;What's left to do?&lt;br /&gt;See, this is why I asked you to not ever say those words to me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz wether you mean them or not, they're just words to me&lt;br /&gt;That dont really have worth to me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not doin this shit purposely &lt;br /&gt;I just feel so worthless, see&lt;br /&gt;The last time I gave my all and my heart&lt;br /&gt;I was all torn apart&lt;br /&gt;And you can try and put me back together, but the fact remains&lt;br /&gt;That somewhere out there there is a piece of me that I dont think will ever be found&lt;br /&gt;I doubt she even has it now&lt;br /&gt;So until its returned, your just gonna have to wait your turn&lt;br /&gt;My last love was hot, and I ended up burned&lt;br /&gt;So dont take it personally, my friend&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in the end, its never you,&lt;br /&gt;It's always them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-4385650652355614711?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4385650652355614711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=4385650652355614711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/4385650652355614711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/4385650652355614711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/05/cycle.html' title='Cycle'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-7177371303246798232</id><published>2009-04-26T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T03:55:06.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Budden'/><title type='text'>Under The Sun</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm a huge Joe Budden fan. Yes, that's the guy that made "Pump It Up" way back in 2003, damn I'm gettin old. Anyways, though you may know him for that poppy, radio friendly cut, I know Joe Budden as the most personal and insightful and witty, artist that the rap "game" has to offer. One reason, I'm such a huge fan of his is because he makes himself sound like the common human being. Joey allows one to view him as just another human, one that just so happens to be able to write some thought provoking things, thus making him easier to relate to than these other "rappers". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what this post is about. Below is the third verse from a song of his titled "Under The Sun" which can be found on his Street Album "Halfway House", which is awesome btw. This verse right here is a little sample of him displaying himself as someone I can directly relate to. And I'm sure many others can. You have to know his "story" to understand what I mean fully, listen to his Mood Muzik catalog for that, but anyone who has ever been in a relationship, got out of thata situation and ended up in a better one shortly after, can relate to this verse. He absolutely destroys this verse with its direct message, clever lines and emotion in his delivery.  Click below for the audio, and rap along if you'd like lol.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfV-aHYsdPw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfV-aHYsdPw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I see you I'm disgusted&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I was ever in love with&lt;br /&gt;Must've been dusted&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you look like shit, all these years they aint done you no justice&lt;br /&gt;I mean you all fucked up, can't get cash&lt;br /&gt;Still bitter over a past you can't get past&lt;br /&gt;Just sad, get mad, cuz my bitch bad&lt;br /&gt;Every day she switch heels, switch bags&lt;br /&gt;Its like we living on a dock, big pad&lt;br /&gt;You can't afford a deposit on my closet&lt;br /&gt;Since you, all I've ever known was fly shit&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately you aint fit in that logic&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're much less&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta stand by your failures to recognize your success&lt;br /&gt;Still I be the bigger man and wish her all the best&lt;br /&gt;If I know her she'll never get it&lt;br /&gt;So why would she ever quit it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-7177371303246798232?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7177371303246798232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=7177371303246798232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/7177371303246798232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/7177371303246798232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/04/under-sun.html' title='Under The Sun'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-8822734459292939300</id><published>2009-04-25T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:58:59.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Still Dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamond Island Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye West'/><title type='text'>Still Dreaming...Nas ft. Kanye West</title><content type='html'>This is from Nas' Hip Hop is Dead Album. Kinda old, but when music is this hot its timeless. So, here's the first "Song of the Week"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to enigmaticENT on the video, kinda dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8EZ9mVr2WM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8EZ9mVr2WM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-8822734459292939300?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8822734459292939300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=8822734459292939300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/8822734459292939300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/8822734459292939300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-dreamingnas-ft-kanye-west.html' title='Still Dreaming...Nas ft. Kanye West'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-6462647463412010337</id><published>2009-04-25T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:54:01.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Additions</title><content type='html'>Ok so I've been gone for a week. Do not fret however, I have been away with good reason. But now I'm back, and I didn't come empty handed. I have done some brainstorming and tried to figure out how I can grow this blog. So with no further adieu, here are some of the things you can expect to find on my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Song of the week: I will update this every weekend, to allow readers to check out what I'm currently rockin out too, and maybe we share the same loves and you will appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honey of the Month: Yes, its exaclt ywhat it sounds like. I will have a new eye candy every month that I will pay tribute to for their wonderful God given ass-ets lol. Ladies, before you get mad, they wont be your regualr half naked women. I will put women who are actually makin moves. I may even use real friends of mine if they permit lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. More of my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Interviews with rising stars: In the coming months I will have interviews with friends of mine who are currently doing their thing. Dont worry, they wont be "nobodies". Someof you may recognize many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all the additions I thought of. You will still get regular me, poems, thoughts, ideas, etc. I just wanted to try and expand my blog in other ways. Well I hope you all will enjoy. Thanks for reading, peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-6462647463412010337?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6462647463412010337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=6462647463412010337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/6462647463412010337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/6462647463412010337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-additions.html' title='New Additions'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-6738871282761462015</id><published>2009-04-25T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:43:29.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networks'/><title type='text'>Twitter here. Twitter there. A little Twitter EVERYWHERE?? &gt;:o</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this is getting outta hand. When will the social network madness end? Facebook virtually has EVERYTHING one could ask for in terms of a social network. So why do we NEED Twitter? To let EVERYONE, or those whom choose to "follow" us, know what we are doing, thinking, and/or feeling at every moment. I mean what is its benefits seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not knocking Twitter completely. I do see some instances where it is necessary. For instance, celebrities, I can see how they benefit from it. Its definitely a new, innovative and inexpensive way to market oneself. Who needs a PR person when you can PR for yourself from behind your lap top. In addition its a great way to keep people up to date with any news involving yourself. I completely see the use there. In addition, business owners. Much like celebs, its a way of advertisement. Beginning business owners can use twitter to grow their business without the help of buying a commercial slot or news paper ad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As and aspiring rapper, and business owner, I will have a twitter in the future. However, the concept of having one as a "regular" human being, that is currently just in school until my newest endeavors begin, is pointless and almost obsessive. Because lets be honest, do we REALLY care what everyone is doing at every moment? I know I'm not that interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see my feelings towards twitter are kinda mixed. I just don't see the value of it unless you have something to advertise. So that's why I wrote this blog. Can anyone give me five, just five reason, or ways rather, one can benefit from twitter? All I need is someone to tell me why its such a "big" deal, because right now, I just don't see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, Twitter (k), Facebook or die!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-6738871282761462015?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6738871282761462015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=6738871282761462015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/6738871282761462015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/6738871282761462015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter-here-twitter-there-little.html' title='Twitter here. Twitter there. A little Twitter EVERYWHERE?? &gt;:o'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-5097428618933285586</id><published>2009-03-23T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:39:33.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Chairs...</title><content type='html'>Why do people sit in your seat in class? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know I'm in college, and have been for a few years now, and I understand the concept of allowing students to make their own choices and become adults. So i agree with the no assigned seats idea in college. With that said,, though the teacher doesn't give u assigned seating, we do kinda sit in seats we like the most. That is, once we sit in a seat the first day of class, and then the second and third, we create a habit and maybe even an attachment to that seat, that area of the room. I know I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm so angry right now, the other day, I go into my African American Studies class, and this broad is sitting in MY seat. We've been in school 6 weeks already, and on THIS particular day she decides to sit in the seat I HAVE ALWAYS sat in. What I wanna know is, what told her it was OK? What in her mind felt it was appropriate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she knew damn well she was wrong. How do I know this? You ask! Because she looked back at me when I came in the class and suddenly put her head down like she was reading over her notes, smh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate most about this though, is that there's really nothing I can do about it. I mean, what could I actually do to get her back or to let her know I didn't appreciate that gesture? I cant sit in her seat, because she obviously didn't like hers. So what do I do? Now I'm stuck. All I can do is try to get in class earlier so I can get my seat to the left of the classroom right next to the world map on the wall smh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-5097428618933285586?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5097428618933285586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=5097428618933285586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/5097428618933285586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/5097428618933285586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/03/musical-chairs.html' title='Musical Chairs...'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-9025048010940889266</id><published>2009-03-20T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:59:42.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Here I sit in this dreaded 8 am class, doing everything possible to stay focused&lt;br /&gt;Yet I fail&lt;br /&gt;Sure I can see the teacher talking, and gesturing with his hand and eyes&lt;br /&gt;Obviously saying something of importance,&lt;br /&gt;But thats not what I hear&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the girl sitting in back of me texting&lt;br /&gt;Even more, trying to somehow giggle discreetly &lt;br /&gt;But I can hear her&lt;br /&gt;And thats not it, &lt;br /&gt;I can hear my mom yelling at me when I get home later on&lt;br /&gt;Because I forgot to take the trash out this morning&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I heard her when she told me&lt;br /&gt;But at that time I could also hear my phone ringing, &lt;br /&gt;Which turned into a twenty minute conversation&lt;br /&gt;I heard that&lt;br /&gt;But now all I hear is the guy to my right flipping through the pages of his noteebook&lt;br /&gt;What could he be looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Before I couuld answer I heard a pen drop&lt;br /&gt;I bent down to pick it up and I heard the class laugh hysterically&lt;br /&gt;What were they laughing at?&lt;br /&gt;I guess someone made a joke, &lt;br /&gt;I obviously didnt hear that&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly paid attention for a short period of time&lt;br /&gt;That is, until I could hear the screams and tears of my now ex-girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I can hear tears developing in my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;But before I could cry&lt;br /&gt;I hear my name&lt;br /&gt;Again its said, I blink twice and look up&lt;br /&gt;Now I can hear nothing&lt;br /&gt;Silence...&lt;br /&gt;"Are you gonna answer?" my teacher said&lt;br /&gt;Before I replied, I could only hear myself in my head, &lt;br /&gt;"I will never take an 8 am class again", then I responded,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, what was the question again I didn't hear you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-9025048010940889266?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/9025048010940889266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=9025048010940889266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/9025048010940889266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/9025048010940889266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/03/focus.html' title='Focus!!!!'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-2858407637848784590</id><published>2009-02-12T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:52:50.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen Her?</title><content type='html'>So today I started back to school after one year off. As I walked around campus from my car to my first class and from my first class to my second class, I noticed many different people some I knew, most I didn't. Like most guys on any college campus I paid very close attention to the many females that populate it. As usual on the first day of school there were many, many attractive young ladies all over the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I traveled from class to class I always saw at least 2-3 young ladies that caught my eye, and each time I debated approaching one or two or all of em for that matter. However I thought to myself "its the first day, I'll see em again". But that's where I was wrong. On the first day of school is when all of the cute girls come out, after that they are never to be seen again. Can anyone else testify to this? And if u can do you have a guess as to why? Cuz I can't for the life of me understand why this is. I mean I saw a  countless number of women I wouldn't mind approaching or catching a movie with. But I bet you when week 2, 3, 4, and so on come along, all of the cute girls will be nowhere to be found. SMH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea this posting really had no point but it was something I had just been thinking about lol, peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-2858407637848784590?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2858407637848784590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=2858407637848784590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/2858407637848784590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/2858407637848784590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-seen-her.html' title='Have You Seen Her?'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9056216926036296964.post-2498195266666232843</id><published>2009-01-28T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:43:07.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Future Wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While lieing in my bed EARLY this morning ,3:45 am to be exact, I began to ponder on my future. And not just the next 6 months or next year, I mean my REAL future, one consisting of adulthood, and a family, MY WIFE! As I lie there I began to go down the list of girls I have been in relationships with and asked myself. "Did these women possess qualities that I would want my wife to have?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The answer was simple, "Not all of them". So I told myself, "self! No more getting SERIOUSLY involved with women who do not have qualities I would want my wife to have"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, this doesn't mean I wont date casually or "have fun" by any means. It simply means that, well, at 21 its about that time I prepare for my future. So I ask you potential "wfieys"...What is it that you bring to the table that will help not only me, and us, but YOU  in the future. If the answer is nothing or not anything of substance and worth there is no need for us to be taking one another serious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, as I lie there I began to appreciate my future wife for loving me despite the person I was prior to her, and became thankful even in her mysteriousness. So, I decided to write her a letter to let her know how I feel about her. As I always suggest, enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear ____________, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm unsure of when we will get the opportunity to talk in person, so I figured I'd write you this letter in advance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna first apologize. I haven't been the best man. I know it only matters how I treat you from here on out, but I hate the man I was before I met you. Though I am extremely thankful for the man you have molded me to become, along with my past, there are still things I wish I had never done. But then again, who would have thought I would marry someone so perfect. At least in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean look at you! From your hair, to your nails, all the way down to your feet. The smile you possess, mixed with the touch of an angel and walk of a runway model, all contribute to your flawlessness. Whether you are in your Sundays best, dressed for another day at the office, or simply lounging around the house, there is not a time I view you as less than perfect. Have I told you how much I loved you lately? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you because you make me happy to be me. I love you because the attraction is so much more than physical. Sure there is none more pretty than you, but it is the intangibles that attract me to you so much. Its the things like your laugh, intellect, and conversation that stimulate me the most. From our dates, to the nights we simply lie in each others arms and tell stories of when we were younger to one another, or imagine the future ahead of us, every moment with you remains timeless, and a past time I will never forget. You have the uncanny ability to make every night, every kiss, every touch, every date feel like it is our very first time sharing that moment with one another. And that can never be duplicated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's one thing I don't understand. Why do you love me? I mean I'm a decent man, and I thank you for continually letting me know, but let's just look at the negative things about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sometimes forget to flush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a virgin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've cheated before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've stolen before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've lied countless times to people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't go to church EVERY Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm jealous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wash the dishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I forget to check my messages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't look like Idris Elba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy the strip club&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and let's definitely not forget....I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet in still, you love me the same! And I will forever be thankful for that. We may or may not have met already, but one thing I am for sure of, is that I love you unconditionally and there is nothing in the world that will change that. I'm thankful for your love, your kiss, touch, and friendship, in advance. And I look forward to seeing you on that glorious day in which we look into each others eyes, souls and say "I do". Until that day comes, take care of yourself, and do not worry, I will take care of you shortly my love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9056216926036296964-2498195266666232843?l=simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2498195266666232843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9056216926036296964&amp;postID=2498195266666232843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/2498195266666232843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9056216926036296964/posts/default/2498195266666232843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplebutkomplex.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-my-future-wife.html' title='To My Future Wife!'/><author><name>Jon Jon aka Komplex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603707888425788500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCOj3gAKoxo/SXBsGH1xTcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QgIM0Gfp1gE/S220/_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
