Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Blog 272: I Will Hunt You Down ;-)

Omigod.. The return of a true diva. I love Mariah Carey. She never fails... not once. Her music is always on point, that "I'm a girl and I love it," attitude that comes across in all her music and interviews. The overt sexuality that just drips from her pours...

"She contains more sex in her pinky finger than most women have in their entire bodies over a fertile 4 year period." -Loving Jezebel (1999) (Hill Harper's character re: the sultry, Trini girl Mona.)

She's done it yet again with this hot new single. I hate the radio, but was fortunate to be listening today on my drive to the doctor's office and caught this little tune that stuck in my head. I love how she talks about current celebsluts and the rise of celeb porn videos... "If there's a camera up in here its leaving when I do," and tells her lover blatantly, "If you talk about this secret rendezvous I will hunt you down..." Needless to say, I hope the rest of the album is just as entertaining... :)

Yah, your Hip Hop Goddess has a cheesy sentimental pop side too... ;-)

~*~ Sinny ~*~

TOUCH MY BODY
(Mariah Carey - C. Tricky Stewart - Terius "The-Dream" Nash)

MC, you're the place to be
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

I know that you've been waiting for it
I'm waiting too
In my imagination I'd be all up on you
I know you got that fever for me
Hundred and two
And boy I know I feel the same
My temperature's through the roof

If there's a camera up in here
Then it's gonna leave with me
When I do (I do)
If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube (YouTube)
'Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
'Cause baby I'm up in my bidness
Like a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I


Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Boy you can put me on you
Like a brand new white tee
I'll hug your body tighter
Than my favorite jeans
I want you to caress me
Like a tropical breeze
And float away with you
In the Caribbean Sea

If there's a camera up in here
Then it's gonna leave with me
When I do (I do)
If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube (YouTube)
'Cause if you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down
'Cause baby I'm up in my bidness
Like a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I


Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Imma treat you like a teddy bear
You won't wanna go nowhere
In the lap of luxury
Baby just turn to me
You won't want for nothing boy
I will give you plenty
Touch my body

Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.

Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh yeah
Touch my body...

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Blog 271: Simply Put

He makes me smile
and laugh
and giggle
and blush
and wonder what he's doing.

Its nice.
Its pretty.
Its exciting.
Its fun.

He's sexy.
He's deviant.
He's lovely.
He's Dominant.
He's worthy.
He's beautiful.
He's odd.

I love this feeling.
I think I'm going to enjoy the ride awhile...

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Blog 270: Time to make the cupcakes!

Yes, while you guys were sleeping, I was up baking cupcakes for the princesa's 5th grade class. 3 dozen cupcakes aren't an easy task... but as usual, I was up for the challenge.

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These Valentine's Day cupcakes aren't from scratch, but are semi-homemade... my secret for making a huge batch of cupcakes on last minute notice. I used Pillsbury Moist Strawberry cake mix, (*Use Olive Oil for a light, moist taste.) The frosting is made with 3 cups of powdered sugar, 1 tsp pure vanilla extract, 1/2 cup of butter, 3-4 tbsp of milk.

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To spice up the cupcakes, lightly dust either the entire top or the the edges of the cupcake with red candy sugar/sprinkles. I prefer the edges. Then add 2 candy conversation hearts to the center of the red sugar to top it all off.

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Another secret... I always stop by the bakery at the local grocery store to pick up clear plastic cupcake containers. My experience has been that at Ralph's grocery store (in Los Angeles,) they will give me the containers for free. However at Von's grocery (also in LA,) they charge $1.00 per container. There are companies that sell those tupperware like containers for cupcakes, but they are much heavier.

So there you have it... My contribution for a day full of Love.

~*~ Sinny ~*~

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Blog 269: Masochisitic Tendencies

I wish I could explain to you what makes me run so…
Much like Carrie and Big
I am addicted to the pain of the unattainable.
I masochistically open myself up to the possibilities
Of every situation that seems plausible to my beating heart.
I can't move slowly
I don't know how to take my time
To let relationships simmer
To see where they lead…
Naively & juvenile as it may seem
When it feels good to me,
I let it.
Like a schoolgirl blindly following a crush
And imagining it to be something more than it really is…
I give myself wholly to each experience
Even if it means enduring pain later
Leaving me sobbing on the floor of my closet
Trying to prevent anyone else from hearing my anguish.
Even if it means that it only lasts
a few days
a few months
a few years…

Pain is an acceptable consequence
Of such a divine lesson
That only God could endorse.
I recommend that everyone fall madly in love
If only for a few moments
Just once.
To experience what lust
And anger
And pleasure
And sadness
And joy
And loss feels like.
Without these experiences
How can we possibly grow as humans?
My heart has been given to fewer than my body.
And despite fear and hurt
I would do it all over again
Every single time.
From the first boy
That rode me on the back of his moped
To the one today that breaks my heart
every time he walks out my door…
I love them all, still.
That love is what makes me who I am
Strong enough to walk away
Yet even stronger to stay when I want to run.
And today, I feel the same feelings
That will eventually lead to doubt
And fear and questionable regret.
But I dive head-first anyway
Hoping to learn something about myself
When this whole debacle has ended.

The Freudian slips he makes
When we speak
The way he touches me
Like some lust driven apparition in his absence…
Makes it all worthwhile.
I can only hope to one day become his muse.
To have sonnets and characters played out on screen
In memorium
Of a Love unrequited.
Of a life lived fully and unconditionally…
As I will give him what I have given every man before him

Everything I am.

Regardless of whether he responds in kind
It matters not…
Because I will have done my part
To have give Love
To have shared Love
To have been Love
To have given the gift of freedom
And peace
And restored order
And confidence
In a Man worth having.

Even if he takes that lesson elsewhere.

In that confession alone,
I know that this is the real thing.
This is a Man I will Love.
Even if for a day
For a month
For a year…

And I tearfully, happily accept that duty.