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Saturday, October 28, 2006

the voices in my head

We were discussing senses last night over a very yummy dinner (Rodeo Grill, I heart you!). The sense of smell mostly, and how powerful it is. I think I have a very good sense of hearing (knock on wood...lest I go deaf tomorrow). And I love, love, love voices. A person's voice is a big deal to me, especially with guys ;)

I was actually thinking about this the other night, while I layed on my bed, earphones connected to my laptop, downloading the music of my latest discovery, James Morrison. I'm listening to him as I type, and I'm in love. I loved his voice the minute I heard the song "One Last Chance", but I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. Hearing him and seeing him is quite disconcerting...not the voice you'd expect from a 20-something Brit. Check him out...ear candy!

Back in 2002, I 'interned' at Radio One (mainly to get through the really boring AD summer). The first person I was introduced to was Chris Moran, who was a long-time Capitol Radio/Radio One DJ/Producer/ladies' man. My jaw nearly fell to the floor when he opened his mouth. His voice was so deep, so sexy, so strong, and so British, I seriously could not focus on anything he was saying. Whenever he would walk into the room, I'd be in a complete trance. Seriously, his voice practically reverberated off the walls. Hmm...

Another voice that gets to me is Michael Bubble's. I think I was watching a movie the other night where his song "Home" was featured. Now his voice is generally not the kind that makes me weak in the knees (I'm into the hoarser, raspier kinda voices), but it gives me a really odd mixture of feelings. Most of the time, his voice sounds so sincere it makes my heart ache and almost makes me uncomfortable. Sexy in an unconventional way...

Other voices that make me feel all kinds of emotions: Jeff Martin's (lead singer for the Tea Party); it's so angry yet so soothing, and in some of their songs, there is so much emotion that his voice cracks sometimes and breaks my heart. Khaleeji singer Rashid Al Majid, gives me butterflies. James Hetfield (Metallica) makes me want to shed every inhibition I have. Gavin Rossdale (Bush), calming yet full of apprehension. David Gahan (Depeche Mode), haunts me. Mark Knopfler (Dire Straits)...the verbalisation of his guitar. J.R Richards (Dishwalla), infuriatingly sexy. Elvis Presley...he gives me fever. George Michael, so incredibly soothing. Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails), whatever kind of pain you've felt, he's probably felt it too.

(I do also love women's voices, but I'll reserve this post for all the men who send shivers down my spine.)

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

In need of balls

I'm guessing there's something seriously wrong when I've opted to stay home from work and play pacman all day instead for the second time this week. No shit Sherlock...

All I want is someone to tell me 'come on, you can quit, don't worry, even if you haven't found another job yet, it's not the end of the world'. I am so freaked out about leaving my job and not having a back up, but I have really reached the limit of my patience.

I've been sleeping restless nights and waking up with that nauseous feeling in my gut, like the one I used to get going to primary school, knowing that I had Arabic class that day with the evil witch. I can no longer stand the thought of going into the office.

When did work become the primary focus of our lives? Why are we so freaked out about not having a job? I am educated, I have some experience, why wouldn't I find another job? I have the fortunate privilege of living with the family, so I am not really going to end up broke and on the street right away.

I know I haven't posted in ages and now I come back with a whiny post. But this is the reality of my life these days. Between doing the bare minimum at work, smoking sheeshas all night, eating iftar every other day and trying to avoid and outsmart Inkey, Blinkey, Pinkey and Clyde...I can only think of how much I want to leave my job and how miserable I am working with a bunch of unprofessional and unappreciative people.

I need to grow some balls (guys, how do you do it?) and just make a decision.