Nostalgia #5: Music in my Heart

I don't really sing, I have no talent in singing but I love music. Singing has been my hobby so whenever I have free time at home, you would always see me in front of videoke singing on top of my lungs. huh! And do you know where I got this? My father. My late father loved singing and had this singing talent too. He sang very well in his time. I remember many years ago, my sister cried when she heard this song "My Way" that our father used to sing. Let me share few lines of the song here. Well I'm sure everybody here knows the song. Let me remind you that if you choose to sing this song, make sure that you sing it well..

And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled 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,
And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

We can't help but felt a little nostalgic with the song. There is something with the song that reminds us about Papsi. (Papsi, that's how we call him when we make lambing when he was still around) Father was a music lover, he used to play guitar, banduria and flute. Today, I only sigh that father did not experience to sing in videoke. We have no videoke that time, only karaoke.

Now you know why singing is my hobby and that is next to blogging. I love singing even if I'm out of tune. I love music and music lives in my heart.

My entry for Nostalgia. The host of this weekly meme is Beautiful Rose of Nostalgic Marveling.