A tribute to 2006

December 31, 2006

ONwayup

If there’s a song to sum it up, it’s that of Frank Sinatra’s ~

“And now, the end is here
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
I traveled each and ev’ry 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
And 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, I’ve 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,
“Oh, 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!

Yes, it was my way

I have girl friends!

December 19, 2006

The rain might be unforgiving but an evening with you ladies brings a lil warmth to wet wet days. To take a pause from the race for a future, for a trip to the past. I love my girls.
And nothing fills a woman’s plate full than scrumptious gossips round the table!

Yummy.

To Alp

Timbreditted
“Everybody loves somebody, they just hardly love each other.”

You will be missed my dear friend. May our paths cross again, and I do believe it will. And who knows, I might just fall in love with Istanbul~

Happyfeet

December 17, 2006

feetii

The blood flow takes on a higher note today.
Let’s be merry. It’s a decision.

keep walking

December 15, 2006

babysahara

Half a moon to another new year, lingers a familiar pattern of a great start but hardly a matchable closure. I am bothered once again by what is to come and bothered even more by what is to be left. The future is evil because it neglects the present and the past equals the equation of the two mishaps.

Call me pessimistic, or perhaps this is merely a symptom of adulthood.

I anticipate the coming escapade with a truck load in mind. Let there be a distruption this time around, because I am in dire need of one.

stop work

I declare exhaustion. Mentally, anally, physically.

Because there ain’t no other time in one’s life when one can bum with no worries, I shall put all at halt and seize this rare moment to bum it all out and be happy to do so.

You deserve it too.

Of Mac & Mac_roons

December 6, 2006

Dear Natasha,

I pray that you’re in safe hands. Please come back soon. We miss you, alot.

Love,
Purrr Mates.

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