Monday, April 20, 2009

What Will Be, Will Be


Que Sera Sera
Doris Day

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 grew up and 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
Que Sera Sera




A beautiful night in Melbourne with clear sky and light breezes.

With scented candles burning and Doris Day playing in the background, I curled up in bed with freshly washed hair, contemplating whether or not to open the bottle of red I had just bought earlier on today while waiting for my boy to call.

A night like this reminded me so much of my days in school, or those days when I first arrived in Australia.

That's nearly 10 years ago.

How did we grow up so fast?

8 left a petal:

iamthewitch said...

Cheer up honey! I'm sure good days are here to come soon! So while waiting, why not sit back, relax and have that red wine that you just bought? :)

sdovelly said...

nice :) guess what, my pimples started to grow once i touched down here!

Sheena said...

I love this post; it captures exactly what I'm feeling when I'm reminded of a moment years ago by a song or even just a scent.

And hang on to moments like these in Melbourne; sometimes, your blog will be the only record you have of random good stuff that's happened to you that you didn't think to record anywhere else except in your blog... and times when you read your old posts & remember the good times you'd forgotten are pretty good for the soul.

Sorry, now I'm just rambling. Just to say - then I'm done - I really enjoy your writing style, too. Thanks for blogging! :)

prettybeautiful said...

love this song :) my mom used to sing it to me. but till now, i m still asking myself those Qsp

renaye said...

i remember when i was 8 years old... i wished to be older so i could be free and do whatever i want.... and i'm now an adult. my wish came true except for the freedom.

MisSmall said...

Iamthewitch: The red wine was supposed to help me to relax and sleep better. Let's just say that it went the complete opposite direction. I ended up tossing and turning in bed for the whole night. :|

Sdovelly: Haha. I have the exact same problem whenever I go back to Malaysia. I guess it's just a matter of getting used to the weather? :)

MisSmall said...

Sheena: It's amazing how kind words from strangers can warm one's heart on a cold gloomy day like this. And I guess that is one of the main reasons that I still write in this humble blog of mine. Every now and then, a kind soul would drop by and brighten my day a little by letting me know that they enjoy my scribbles, which makes it all worthwhile.

So thank you, Sheena, for commenting, and for brightening my day. :)

MisSmall said...

Prettybeautiful: "The future's not ours to see. What will be, will be." I hope you find the answers you're looking for soon. :)

Renaye: We were all too eager to grow up, and when we finally did, we realise that the best years of our lives are actually those years waiting to grow up.