Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Pullover Without A Hesitation
I was being so cranky this morning, craving for some good sleep but drank too much coffee, which really aches me. It is definitely weird to hear yourself talk on the radio as an audience, my conclusion of it was unlistenable. If it wasn't Meagan asked me to record it for air check, I'd have never ever gonna listen to myself. The only things in my head was "Am I bluffing again? This is very embarassing...! Stop it Fay you idiot..."
My crankiness was getting worse and worse.
Slept for a while and get back to FBi and work. On the way, I was trying to listen to my recorded voice again, second thought was... ok, it wasn't too bad. Perhaps it's just me who can't accept my own voice, but it's bad enough that you can't accept your own voice.
I do indeed. I hate hearing myself talking... It is a torture, and I am damn serious.
Ironic thing is, I was in choir, I was a band vocal. I even won a singing competition in high school... Music does have a magic here, when my voice following a melody, it becomes something better.
This explains a lot of my life.
Time to sleep.
P.S. I locked myself out again! Thank Kath for letting me stay in her place, and my landlord for coming such a long way here to open the door for me.
P.P.S. Thanks Sophie for the lift again, you are the best.
[[audio: LCD Soundsystem - Daft Punk Is Playing At My House]]
I was being so cranky this morning, craving for some good sleep but drank too much coffee, which really aches me. It is definitely weird to hear yourself talk on the radio as an audience, my conclusion of it was unlistenable. If it wasn't Meagan asked me to record it for air check, I'd have never ever gonna listen to myself. The only things in my head was "Am I bluffing again? This is very embarassing...! Stop it Fay you idiot..."
My crankiness was getting worse and worse.
Slept for a while and get back to FBi and work. On the way, I was trying to listen to my recorded voice again, second thought was... ok, it wasn't too bad. Perhaps it's just me who can't accept my own voice, but it's bad enough that you can't accept your own voice.
I do indeed. I hate hearing myself talking... It is a torture, and I am damn serious.
Ironic thing is, I was in choir, I was a band vocal. I even won a singing competition in high school... Music does have a magic here, when my voice following a melody, it becomes something better.
This explains a lot of my life.
Time to sleep.
P.S. I locked myself out again! Thank Kath for letting me stay in her place, and my landlord for coming such a long way here to open the door for me.
P.P.S. Thanks Sophie for the lift again, you are the best.
[[audio: LCD Soundsystem - Daft Punk Is Playing At My House]]
