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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Que sera sera


"Que sera sera whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
que sera sera
What will be will be

When I was just a little girl I asked my mother what will I be
Will I be pretty will I be rich here's what she said to me
Que sera sera whatever will be will be...

When I was just a child in school I asked my teacher what should I try
Should I paint pictures should I sing songs this was her wise reply
Que sera sera whatever will be will be...

Now I have children of my own they asked their mother what will I be
Will I be pretty will I be rich I tell them tenderly
Que sera sera whatever will be will be...
Que sera que sera"

Well, my mother never sang this song to me, the only English song she ever knew might be "Happy Birthday". But, I remember Aida used to sing this song and many others... (Like Five Hundred Miles and How Much is that Doggie by the Window, haha) I realised I never really asked others what they thought I should be, or should not be. I goddamn just found my own way here my whole life, till now. Well, people do offer me suggestions. Like how someone or rather many people go speculating that I might be a politician someday. But hello, no politician in Singapore. Only civil servant. That's sad.

Truth is, I've been kinda afraid of growing up, because I don't really know what I'll grow up to be, or who I'll be. But, today, I suddenly thought of the grown-ups whom I thought were actually.....well....pretty cool. It dawned on me that they must have did something or made some choices that made them those cool people they are. And hell yeah, I want to be a cool adult.

No more Que Sera Sera for me. Time for decision-making. :)

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