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.
Recognise the song? The future is totally not ours to see, but we can dream it, we can design it in our mind. I can picture myself in 10years from now. My life, my career, but we live for today. I need to concentrate on today ! Today, I've been searching for vacancies. There are many vacancies out there, but I still haven't got the right one to apply. This is crisis ! CRISIS!
i'm a post grad
and I don't know the right way to write my title.
i'm a post grad
and I still want some time to play
i'm a post grad
and I don't give a damn about love
i'm a post grad
and what next?
and you're tough. :)
ReplyDeletehoaaaah. wish i could tell myself that i am tough.
ReplyDeletethis is crisis !