browsed through my albums of photos since i started falling in love with the habit of using cameras. some with very low resolution as i hadn't had my digi cam back then.. looking back, i really saw how i changed, how ignorant-demanding-unreasonable a girl i was. but i loved those times.. reminiscence tells us a much greater story than what we can (try) to tell ourselves. As how i changed physically, to how i changed mentally and in my perspectives of life and of people. if we can learn to gain back what was good, and to lose what is not.
Que Sera Sera.
Life's short and we take the front seat. Phases of life pass and we are constantly being led by our ever-changing principles and discipline. Whatever will be, will be. And a constant check back on ourselves tells much.
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
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What 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
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera ...
... What will be, will be.
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