Been watching Sex in the City. Really interesting. The insights Carrie (Jessica parker) gives are brilliant. What moves me is the idea that love itself, or life itself seems to have another meaning altogether. We find them in books, movies, songs, words people say. To me, I only find 3 dramas that mean something to me, that is Ally Mcbeal, Buffy and X files.


To this, my new addition is of coz, Sex in the city. It’s been my soul food for the past 2 days and I have been through 12 episodes and I’m coming back for more. Yes girls, coming back for more. People don’t know when to stop do they? Has it ever occurred to any of you that one day we could all wake up and in our drowsiness, reach over and feel so empty? The soft silky feel of the bedspread you firmly pulled down and tucked in the sides. The coldness of an untouched second pillow you use for your bolster on the other side of the bed? I’m not sure about you, but I’ve been there.



The exquisite pain of being alone again. Maybe that’s what keeps lovers together. Maybe that’s what drives them apart. The thought that both of you are together in title and yet, emotionally and physically distance. What kind of a relationship would that be? To that I have no words to it. Relationships are meant to be loving and drives a tingly, fuzzy feel down your spine.


To me, quoted from a frend, all I want is a hot bath and someone to come back to at night. For me, its someone I can cuddle up to and warm my legs against. Nothing more, really. Simple people have very simple needs. Haven’t you ever felt so lonely despite being around frends who laughed and smiled and tried their best to make you feel happy? Lots of times. Love itself is a force that can consume some one who really delves too deep in it. In fact, it kills part of you when things don’t go well. The pain and sadness would be reflected on your face.




Body language, or so to speak. But seriously, if all this matters so much to us, why don’t we just do as our ancestors did? Club a woman and drag her by the hair back to your cave and claim as your wife? In reality, life is much more complex then that. If you did that against the will of a woman, you’II be sued for sexual harassment and be put in your own cave, known in present terms as a cell. Some of our feelings often conflicts with other emotions, the dos and the stoppers…. Is it better to be free and wild or to have your wings clipped but in a safe and comfy love nest? Personally, I’II choose the latter…


Freedom always comes with a price. Many singles value it as priceless and those who are in a relationship long for it. The freedom of choice, clutter and emotional baggage. True and yet, think again. How many times are you forced to re think your choices, no matter how much time you devote to it, when your free? Freedom kills. It kills me. I would love to be single and yet part of the being single bit, gnaws deep inside of me. It’s nothing to do with desperation or a lack of fulfillment because you don’t have a better half. Instead, it’s because of loneliness and that kills me. Instantly.




Everybody needs comfort and love. Everybody including those people you label as freaks. Infact, they are only freaks because we label them, we give them a title and call them names. There is always a freak in everybody which breaks out once in a while when we get nervous and when you least expect it, we get tagged, straight a cross the forehead. Stamped and labeled for life, freak. However, it doesn’t matter what kind of freak you are, be it a two faced freak, the man with no soul or the woman who’s fear ate her sanity, there was always another little freak somewhere out there, who would love and hold us and kiss all our three heads at night. For now, I still have you. (Erhem* paraphrased from Carrier).