Little Hennessy, laid back and cool.

Couple of years went by from the day I started my first crap on Fariz Force's FutureKL's guestbook. It was over a buck, a coffee and a conversation that initiated the birth of Social Cafe, hence the title on the page. Sitting down at times reading the archive, I could see the changes. At times I don't even remember I wrote those. I even had those wow moment when I think to myself, "Did I fucking write that?"

It could have been that all these years I wrote what I feel, or how I was feeling at the time before I click the 'publish' button. I don't think or plan how the post would end up to be. When feelings differs from day to day, so are the posts.

It's not a fucking academic site anyway. There are no rules and boundary to what a post should be like. It's half way fiction and fact. I also can afford to be wrong.


Once upon a time, one of the reader with the handle Yan wrote a testimonials for me on Friendster with a part of the lyrics from Nas's version of Thugz Mansion.

"I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings
To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things"

I never knew what it meant, as in what it meant when it was presented on my testimonial. I also wonder where she is now.


As now Nas's God Son album is playing in my car stereo for the week, I often find myself repeating Thugz Mansion. Beautiful accoustic. Lovely chorus. Meaningful lyrics. Nas and 2Pac.


Who said rap is all about bling bling, gun slingin' and MCPs?