how i got here...

Have you ever met the man of your dreams? Is he everything you’re always wanted in a soul mate? Well… my married man isn’t exactly the man of my dreams but I guess he’s alrite (someone i can consider into). We have a lot of similarities (in terms of personality). And he is JUST-THE-WAY-I-LIKE-IT kinda guy. I took a tour in his car yesterday only to realize that I had actually opened myself better to him. It was a short ride though it was different from the earlier ones. (YES! I do let him send me home sometime) and it's true! I did open myself in many ways to him… and not to forget this is someone I hate at the outset. I wonder, is this one of those non-crush? I cannot be having crush with a married man! It’s wrong… perhaps it’s not even a crush; it could be some sort of contentment you get when you meet someone you can actually unfasten and just be yourself. I like talking to him, in fact i love talking to him. The raspi-ness in his voice is just too sexy to resist – someone who meets the intellectual power or even exceed mine at times… I love engaging in some sorta radical and stimulating conversation with him (totally non-sexual). Maybe its some sorta brotherly expectation (im sure its something got to do with the fact that, i cant get such connection with my my own brother). No judgment please! I know! Im being ridiculous sometime… I guess, as you get older, your sense of connection with the people is becoming more sensitive.

Sirilah Raman

...and why...

I broke down a bit last night. Feeling upset, and vulnerable, and small. Interesting how now, I lash out and get bitter & mean (as the gals would say) when I am feeling sad and vulnerable and upset. Before, coupla years ago, I would have just cried. Is that me growing up, or me growing into a butch/masculine bitter identity that doesn't cry so easily? I've always been the one that cried. Did I take that on intentionally? Why would I now get angry instead of crying?

promiscuous

by Nelly Furtado

If a category existed of adult-oriented pop music, "Promiscuous" would help define it. This song may set off ongoing debates about appropriateness of highly sexual pop music for younger audiences. However I think, “Promiscuous” does not contain graphic sexual content in the lyrics, and, certainly not in the video clip. There is nothing socially redeeming in the lyrical content of the song, but the hot groove and elegant, sexual tease add up to glittery adult entertainment. Expect to hear this in dance clubs and on hitz.fm (and fly.fm) radio throughout the year.

It remains to be seen exactly how pop music fans will respond to Nelly Furtado as dance diva, but with the sure hand of Timbaland, she has put together one of the hottest pop-dance grooves in recent memory. "Promiscuous," with its sly vocal interplay, grabs the attention from the first time you hear it. Seductive, eighties-styled club moves, with little bit of Shakira’s hip-shaking beats and a gorgeous chorus all add up to an addictive package that suits the airways as much as the dance clubs.

coffee or tea?

Do you want coffee or tea? Why must life be defined by choices? Why can’t us just be friends when we want a friend or to be lovers when we want to be loved? Are you in love or do you just want to be friends?