Miss Independent
I don't like Kelly Clarkson's stuff but I think "Miss Independent" is not a bad song (I consider myself to be like that a little bit, heh :P); the music wasn't bad, she sings ok in a Mariah-Careyish way, but it's still really light and merely "entertaining" as a friend would put it ;)
That without mentioning the video, which sucked totally.
The Hani Radio Mix of that song is a lot like the song I'd have liked "Miss Independent" to be. It's totally house but with touches of good electronica, as in the fact that it still feels like a real song and not just dance fodder.
So hello! ^.^ It's been a while again since I wrote something here and interesting stuff has been happening.
I went through a bad patch again of depressive feelings... not outright depression like last time but feeling pretty helpless and hopeless. Thankfully, little things almost everyday helped cheer me up. Like the fact that on the phone I'm automatically ma'amed and/or thought of as female without even trying a single bit. Also, the same happens 90-98% of the time I'm out with people. My worst times are those close to or right after laser when I have a shadow and it brings out male details to my face which I really *don't* need and *don't* want. Besides, to put it simply, when I have the shadow on my face I look like a woman with an ugly black skin condition. Even if I pass, I look terrible and I don't like that.
Another life-saver has been my family. My found family not my blood relations: D., N., S., and the children A., T. and K. Their love is my support everyday. Funny how I could never have enjoyed their love if I hadn't transitioned and been able to appreciate it.
That without mentioning the video, which sucked totally.
The Hani Radio Mix of that song is a lot like the song I'd have liked "Miss Independent" to be. It's totally house but with touches of good electronica, as in the fact that it still feels like a real song and not just dance fodder.
So hello! ^.^ It's been a while again since I wrote something here and interesting stuff has been happening.
I went through a bad patch again of depressive feelings... not outright depression like last time but feeling pretty helpless and hopeless. Thankfully, little things almost everyday helped cheer me up. Like the fact that on the phone I'm automatically ma'amed and/or thought of as female without even trying a single bit. Also, the same happens 90-98% of the time I'm out with people. My worst times are those close to or right after laser when I have a shadow and it brings out male details to my face which I really *don't* need and *don't* want. Besides, to put it simply, when I have the shadow on my face I look like a woman with an ugly black skin condition. Even if I pass, I look terrible and I don't like that.
Another life-saver has been my family. My found family not my blood relations: D., N., S., and the children A., T. and K. Their love is my support everyday. Funny how I could never have enjoyed their love if I hadn't transitioned and been able to appreciate it.
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