Before reading: Critics are welcome on my blog, please don’t take it to your blog so that I can answer for myself.. Enjoy getting insights of my scattered thoughts today!

My thoughts are scattered like everywhere.. It’s been a long day
Like every morning, I check my mail to see if I have any comments and as usual… I have very few, it’s really depressing, considering that I really share sometimes with my deepest feelings and thoughts and I don’t get any feedback.. Am I that much insignificant?? I know, I know, everyone is into the elections these days, and I am politically ignorant.. Anyway, I know there’s someone who never forgets to mail me.. Oprah’s today’s mission calendar!! I’ll always find an email from Oprah’s site if I have no comments from my 3 blogs!!

About being so personal on this post..
Well, I figured out that since I get very few comments, so may be I have very few readers (and I do cherish them a lot), so what the heck.. I’ll say what I want to say, this is my blog and apparently I blog for myself!
Sometimes time passes very slowly at work.. however, I have a new musical obsession which relieved me a little from all the blog politics that I kept reading daily for the past months.. So instead, I give my browsing priority to “Il Divo”
Ahhh, those divos reminded me of the old days, did I ever mention before that I took classical singing classes at the Cairo Opera House??

About me being a soprano..
Well, I did take singing classes. I stopped in June 2004, I wanted to find a new teacher, my teacher used to make me lay down on the floor and put books on my tummy and tell me to push them up.. in order to teach me how to use my diaphragm better, sometimes another student would stand behind me, holding my rib cage from the sides in order to tell my teacher if I was breathing correctly or not.. So, what I loved the most ended up by becoming torture! Not to mention also that I can’t read music.. so I am illiterate, these dots on these lines!! You have to start learning music really young to get the hang of it!!
I am a soprano leggiero, I always wished I was a mezzo-soprano, their voice is warmer, my voice sounds to me like a whistle.. or even better a siren!!
I performed twice as a soloist at the small hall, my strategy was always, “if they won’t listen to something good, they’d better see one!” So that’s when the nice strap evening dresses came into play ;)
So.. now I want to find a new teacher and I want to sing the Queen of the night’s vengeance aria from Mozart’s “Magic Flute” I’m a tone away from the Fa (that’s by the way the highest note written for a woman in an Opera).. Wish me luck ;)

About politics..
The elections take place tomorrow (since I'm still awake, I'm still today even if the time stamp says we're already tomorrow!), I work near Tahrir square, I pass daily by 3 central security camions, and this is not fun!! I’m as pessimistic about it as everybody is I guess, I just don’t want to think about it anymore. When will I just learn that my worrying is not changing anything?? It’s just absorbing my energy.. As you know that I’m politically dumb, politics are just not my thing so I’ll just stop after these few lines.

About gays..
I met a friend of mine for lunch and she told me that someone we know is gay, ouch, this hurts!! Don’t get me wrong, as a person who tries as much as she can to be as tolerant as possible, I really have nothing against gays, it’s a personal thing, and I won’t lecture someone about right and wrong and virtues, I try not to judge or impose my religious views and certainly not to take God’s job.. it’s simply none of my business!! But I do disagree strongly when they decide to marry women, yes women. In order to complete their social image or whatever.. No I’m sorry, here I do object. This guy I know who turned out to be gay (who’s not the least attracted to women) is engaged to marry next January. This is really sad, why start a family to wrack it down?? I mean how does it feel to have a gay father? Husband?? I mean it must hurt like hell to have your husband cheat on you with a woman, not to mention with a man too!! I’m still shocked! He can be as gay as he wants, but not get married! This is totally insane (to my logic)

About my new obsession..
Ahhh! Los Divos!! Madre mia ! Que guapos son!!

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OK, so being 26, I should be wiser and not get obsessed by a boy band. Well, I’m telling you that if I can buy T-shirts size 14 from the children’s department, I’m definitely allowed to think as if I were 14 years old sometimes too!!
They sing pop music, opera voices, full orchestration, Excellent indeed. Great harmony when the voices mix together not to mention how charming too and they sing a lot in Spanish which helps me save the remains of my Spanish too ;). Once you’ve heard them, you’d want to vomit every time you watch Arabic clips on MelodyHits, I’m serious. What is that crap we listen to?? By the way, did you watch Dana DAN DAN?? Oh seriously, what were they thinking of when they let this woman sing?? I’m sorry, it’s more of an ad than a song if you know what I mean!
Anyway.. the first thing I did this morning (after finding no comments on the blog) was to print a couple of Urs’s Pics!!

About pronouncing Swiss names..
So, my favorite (you should have a favorite when you’re a boy band obsessed girl) is Urs, the Swiss tenor.

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The problem is how to pronounce it, if in French, it’ll be a sharp U (Uurs??) in Spanish, it’ll be an OU (Ours?? As in bear in French??) and in English it’ll be like OE (Oeurs??)
Ok.. I must be hallucinating; it’s been a long day. I’m glad I’ll call my son an Arabic name (that’s of course if there’s someone left to marry who’s not gay!)

About Switzerland..
OK, so I used to like a bunch of Swiss products, Toblerone.. Yummy! My first real watch was a swatch! My super useful Swiss knife! And now we know too that Swiss guys are not bad at all ;) The thing is, me and my friend (who told me about our gay friend) went after lunch for a walk downtown and we ended up at the Swissair restaurant, so we can’t mention Switzerland without remembering (no, not Urs) Maria, Ralph Hart, rue de Berne, Lausanne, Copacabana.. in summary.. Eleven minutes.

My friend wishes to find her Ralph Hart, the one who will see her “Lumière Intérieure”, you see, in Eleven Minutes (a book by Paulo Coelho), Ralph is a Swiss renowned artist who finds Maria and tells her that he sees her internal light, they change each others lives “since he couldn’t conquer her body-she was a prostitute-, he had to conquer her soul”. Anyways, my friend is fascinated by the imaginary Hart character who looks first into the soul.. so now, we’re both sure that Swiss = Awesome!
So, at La Chesa, she suggests we go to Switzerland!
- What for??
- Find Ralph, visit the Copacabana..
- I would love to do the pilgrimage of Santiago de Compostella
- What?? No, rue de Berne, find Ralph, buy a Swiss watch
- OK, and I’ll find Urs and get lots of chocolate
- Great and we’ll all go to the Copacabana
I swear I had coffee and she was having hot chocolate.. Are these the elections blues??

About tomorrow..
So, everyone tells me not to vote, but I won’t listen to them of course ;)
My first plan was to vote before going to work, but since I have to pick up the carpenter to fix the water closet’s door at the office and since also I still have no idea where is the location of the booth where my name is listed for the vote.. my voting is postponed till after work.. Which probably means I have to miss my yoga class (again), it’s ok really since I have a couple of vertebras that really hurt because I wrongly balanced my body weight on my neck instead of my shoulders in the plough posture (Do you get anything from what I’m saying??)About me..
OK.. So we can summarize this post in some points
Shamoussa is a soprano (So she can scream really well!), she does some yoga (and not lots) and is vegetarian by the way too, she can wear size 14 T-shirts from the children’s department, she’s a 26 years old adolescent, she’s addicted to chocolate and reads Paulo Coelho and listen to classic, new age, pop and Rai music (Rachid Taha’s concert!). Oh, I almost forgot.. speaks Spanish too..
OK.. now you do get it, she’s crazy, and broke by the way..

Please, please donate to send her to Switzerland!

Happy Elections Everybody! Enjoy!