i sing it myyyy waaaay.........

Back when I was still anti-karaoke, and sick of my staffs keep on trying to pull me to sing a song in front of everybody, I always get an excuse to get out of the said situation. I'd either slip out of the room, pretend I have a headache or sore-throat or dyspepsia, anything would do as long as I don't get forced to sing anything.

Once, an over-enthusiastic colleague was imposing on me that I have to sing one, and he would choose the song himself, then he came up with this song, My Way and said " Ah, inilah lagu ngam untuk Dr. Roddy, dia lah ini..." I was like, huh? What do you mean by that? Haha..

I guess I'll take it as a compliment, when my colleague would relate this song to me, as I have been known to want to do things my way, and more often than not, I get my way around it... So now, as the age increase, I've joined the ranks of uncles and aunties juara-karaoke singing my lungs out and enjoying myself at that... yea, must be the age factor. But I have to say, it is a well proven method of stress management ;-)

This is my favourite song for karaoke, the song which I would sing with my entire being, feeling and all that. First written by Paul Anka, popularised by Frank Sinatra based on an original French song Comme d'Habitude.

My Way
Paul Anka 1969

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
Ive traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, Ive laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!