Love living close to the mountains. If you wait for a sunny day to get outside in BC, you won't get out much. On the weekends you'll catch me out in the mountains, riding my bike. Well, even on weekday nights I'll strap the lights on the helmet and get the adrenaline rush going.
Anyone that likes to laugh, including at themselves. Always into exploring new outdoor activities across this province. Would also like to do a lot of traveling in the upcoming years...anywhere and everywhere.
glad some of you liked the song i posted - My Back Pages - Bob Dylan http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ4SbYot90M
- it has been on me mind for a bit now and i just wanted to sing....
one time, i was out with my papa - and i was maybe 13 at the time....we were at this big flea market, as they liked to do that sometimes....i left him and my grandma, i was looking for KISS stuff - and i was walking up an isle and i see my papa coming...
well, he is an old sailor from the war, and he strode (not walked) down the isle with his hands behind his back, and he was singing aloud....
i said, "papa - please don't sing - its embarrassing"
my papa replied."son - never be embarrassed to sing in your lifetime". and he strode off, down the isle, continuing to sing with his arms behind his back (old navy style)
since then, i sing whatever and whenever the hell i feel like it...
try it... Ian "Ninja☆Bunny "needs beer
- 9 years, 9 months, 4 days ago
just a little song i've had in me head as of late....like for the last several months. Mr Sinatra - gone but not forgotten.
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.
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. But 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. Ian "Ninja☆Bunny "needs beer
- 9 years, 10 months, 28 days ago
This was my favourite poem for years. When my grandfather was dying, I shared it with him a few months before he eventually passed away. He was my best friend, and though he was a strict Christian, he always supported my alternative philosophies. The very last time I saw him in palliative care, he asked me to read this poem to him - twice; he left us that night. The last time I read this poem, before today, was at his funeral. Now I'd like to share it with all of you. Ian "Ninja☆Bunny "needs beer
- 10 years, 1 month, 8 days ago
Know all things to be like this: A mirage, a cloud castle, a dream, an apparition without essence, but with the qualities that can be seen.
Know all things to be like this: As the moon in a bright sky, in some clear lake reflected, though to that lake the moon has never moved.
Know all things to be like this: As an echo that derives from music, sound and weeping. Yet in echo is no melody.
Know all things to be like this: As a magician makes illusions of horses, oxen, cars and other things. Nothing is as it appears.
by Sogyal Rinpoche - The Tibetan Book of the Living and Dying Ian "Ninja☆Bunny "needs beer
- 10 years, 1 month, 8 days ago