Vous avez cherché: what's in store for me tomorrow (Anglais - Tagalog)

what's in it for me
and what is it in for me ?

what's in it for me though
unang panuntunan

has in store for you
kung ano ang nasa tindahan para sa araw na ito

its a big day for me tomorrow
start your day tomorrow without me

i cant wait to see what the world has store for me
i cant wait to see what the world has store for me.

whats in it for me
what's in it for me

your wildest dreams can't be compared to what god has in store for you
your wildest dreams can't be compared ti what god has in store for you

hi i just wanna know whos working for me tomorrow coz charmina wants to know whos working with her tomorrow?
hi i just wanna know whos working for me tomorrow coz charmina wants to know whos working with her tomorrow?

what in english thank you for the time and time you set aside for me and thank you for the time you texted me and made me happy even for a little while.
ano sa english ang salamat sa oras at panahon na ilalaan mo para sakin at salamat sa oras na ka text kita at pinasaya mo ako kahit sa konting oras man lang.

but we have a lot more surprises in store for you so be sure to continue to "like us" on our facebook page and check wherethebearsare.tv every monday and thursday.
pero may mga surpresa kami para sa inyo kaya siguraduhin niyong ipagpatuloy ninyo ang pagbisita sa facebook page namin at sa wherethebearsare.tv tuwing lunes at huwebes.

yesterday when i was young, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, i teased at life as if it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame; the thousand dreams i dreamed, the splendid things i planned i always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand; i lived by night and shunned the naked light of day and only now i see how the years ran away yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all yesterday the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought something new to do, i used my magic age as if it were a wand, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond; the game of love i played with arrogance and pride and every flame i lit too quickly, quickly died; the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away and only i am left on stage to end the play there are so many songs in me that won't be sung, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, the time has come for me to pay for yesterday when i was young yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all
yesterday when i was young, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, i teased at life as if it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame; the thousand dreams i dreamed, the splendid things i planned i always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand; i lived by night and shunned the naked light of day and only now i see how the years ran away yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all yesterday the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought something new to do, i used my magic age as if it were a wand, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond; the game of love i played with arrogance and pride and every flame i lit too quickly, quickly died; the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away and only i am left on stage to end the play there are so many songs in me that won't be sung, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, the time has come for me to pay for yesterday when i was young yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all