As my 35th birthday approaches, I have been thinking of doing something I have always wanted to do. I figure it's about time. I have always wanted to do this. I am thinking of making this a birthday present to myself. I've accomplished a lot of other things I set out to do. I got my degree in Electrical Engineering, got a job for a large electrical utility, quit, and went on to do other things. I weighed 220 pounds, began exercising, went all the way down to 145 pounds, started lifting weights, and have put on quite some lean muscle mass, and now weigh 184. I went to culinary school, graduated, cooked for a big restaurant, and still work in the food business. Not that I plan to accomplish anything big with what I want do for myself. I have always just wanted to get professional help to see how far I can go. Or at the very least, see if I can actually do it. I want to buy myself some singing lessons.

I have always loved to sing. When I was little, my dad would play his guitar and Mom & I would sing along. I remember singing My Funny Valentine, My Way, and Killing Me Softly. I still memorize most of the lyrics. And I still get teary when I hear these songs. As a teenager, I was forced to take piano lessons. I begged for singing lessons instead. But being Asian, I had to take some sort of musical instrument. It's in Chapter 5 of the Amer-Asian Child Handbook. Right after studying for a professional degree which is right after the chapter on excelling in the sciences. To this day, the only thing I can play on the piano is Chopsticks. Heh heh heh.

So, I think I will find some unsuspecting voice teacher to take me on for a few lessons. Just so that I can learn to breath properly when singing, read music better, and hit the right notes. Maybe even perform at an open-mic or something. Maybe I'll even use those three songs as my goal. I'd like to sing them for my parents some day. And not make the cry in agony. Later.
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