More than a year ago, I mentioned here in The Watercooler about how Frank Sinatra's rendition of My Way has triggered a lot of killings here in my country, the Philippines.

Well, guess what. The New York Times has caught up with this odd phenomena that still occurs to this day. Quite odd to see it get this much attention just recently, when this has been happening for years already.

Moral of this story: If you can't sing well, it's best to leave The Chairman of the Board himself to do the singing.

And so I did it my way. (But not the one in the highway.)