Dryxanne’s Confessions

I mean my voice. Not my appearance, God, of course!

If I appear like a she-male, I’d probably never go out of home for the rest of my life. Too extreme, eh? Naaahh…

It’s the result of the long holiday last week, where the Moslems celebrated the end of Fasting Month, and followed by the trip to homeland which caused 90% of the food stalls around my dorm were closed. Caused us, all the left dorm-ers who didn’t take the opportunity of going back home as well, starving and confused what to have for daily meals. Which caused us to consume anything sold nearest.

Although that’s not the main reason my voice turned into the type that would scare off a real she-male, actually.

I can’t explain it either. As far as I can remember, I didn’t consume things that are proper as human’s meals, humane enough to eat, except my Mom’s housemade "ketupat and lontong sayur", and my dorm maid’s housemade "ketupat and lontong sayur", and 1 meal at a chinese restaurant at the mall near my dorm. The rest, I could barely remember. Looks like a series of chocolate milk, chocolate cookies and biscuits, chocolate cake and blackforrest cake, etc. Too much chocolate, I guess.

Which explains why exactly 1 week ago, when I went to stay at my Aunt’s, in the afternoon I suddenly went down with a fever and shivers. Couldn’t sleep well that nite, the next day I got sore throat, that went on and off through out the week. And to revenge for my ruined meals during the week, last Saturday I went to have japanese sushi, of course plus the tasty spicy wasabi, which put the last bullet to my already dying throat. As if not enough, I didn’t go home after the dinner, instead, I went to spend the nite until past midnite at a cafe-restaurant, accompanying some friends.

The next morning, I woke up with a voice worse than "The Nanny". I could barely speak. And it went on until today, although today I felt a little, just a little bit, better than yesterday. At least today I can reach some higher pitches. And I know this phase, I went through it before several times, so I know I’m getting better and better.

And tomorrow, I hope I can wake up with a voice similar to Syaharani, or Reza, or any other jazzy female singers, hehe…Because if there is any positivity in this throat-ill phase I’m in, that is one particular stage where I will reach a voice that I like the most (that sometimes I wish my voice could stay that way forever), the sexiest sound I ever like for my own voice. And I don’t care what others think about that voice.

It’s my voice, right?