had a pretty good evening just now. sheryl called me out to dinner. i was dancing and dancing while getting ready. when i looked into the mirror, i was beaming. when i left the house, i was plugged into my discman. and the oh-so-sweet music guided the rhythm of my footsteps and the sway of my hands. sheryl tay was 1/2 hr late. thank goodness i met pam at the bus-stop. and we got down to talking and sheryl came just as she left.

anyway we had vietnamese noodles. the restaurant just opened in gardens, i think. she treated me to make up for it. i treated her to ice-cream ( we tried this new flavour, chest-nuts with sweeet potato) to make up for her treating me. we walked around quite a bit and decided to drop by the malay barber(relak one korner lar brudder) to spy on my brother. he, his friend and his brother all had the same hairstyle! haha. his friend who's got the same name as the pope had this snake board with him. totally rad! although it didn't look so cool when i went on it. it's like a skateboard. only WAY COOLER! then we headed to macs, where i met another friend coincidentally. and we all had a long debate about homosexuality and religion. it's been the topic of interest for the day. i'm just not convinced about why it's a sin or why it's wrong.

i composed a short lil tune on guitar and i really like it. i really wish i could set up my own lil recording studio. it doesn't have to be for commercial purposes. people record their thoughts and emotions and moments in blogs, journals, essays, paintings, video, photos and what-not which they get gaze back upon later. i want to record my tunes so i can play them back later. it's fun. it's just like looking at yourself in the mirror and examining your one eye being bigger than the other, or that cute little nose you have ,or how queer the human face looks, or how fat or thin you are, or how lovely that dress looks on you, or how your eyes look after you've had a good cry, or how funny you look when you're fuming mad, or how silly you look when you grin your widest grin. all that.

i digress.

i want to set up my own studio with my own recording equipment and mixers and everything. i want to record all them songs, no matter how long or short, sucky or awesome they are and play them again 20 years down the road if i'm still here just as i would be gazing at my childhood photos and reading my childish letters to my parents. so i'll never forget.