Five years time
I might not know you,
In Five Years Time
We might not speak at all and
In Five Years Time
We might not get along
In Five Years Time
You might just prove me wrong.
Monday, August 18, 2008
The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved
Going back to the corner where I first saw you, Gonna camp in my sleeping bag. I'm not gonna move, Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand, Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am, Some try to hand me money they don't understand, I'm not... broke I'm just a broken hearted man, I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do, How can I move on when I've been in love with you...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet, And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving... I'm not moving.
Policeman says son you can't stay here, I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year, Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows, If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet, And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving... I'm not moving.
I'm not moving... I'm not moving.
People talk about the guy Whos waiting on a girl... Oohoohwoo There are no holes in his shoes But a big hole in his world... Hmmmm
Maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved, And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news, And you'll come running to the corner... Cos you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved I'm the man who can't be moved...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet, And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street. [Repeat in background]
So I'm not moving... I'm not moving.
I'm not moving... I'm not moving.
Going back to the corner where I first saw you, Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.
freedom in her soul at 11:35:00 PM
Monday, August 11, 2008
after much procrastination, i decide to clean my room today. i dread cleaning because i hate throwing stuff away. actually no. i hate thinking about throwing stuff away. what to keep what to throw away. how can i decide what is worthy of being in my room and what is deem as rubbish? most of the time, things i think should be kept for memory sake are always thrown away the next time i clean my room. so why wait till then to clean them out? but there are also some things which i thrown away and regretted my harsh decision. so from this you can see that cleaning my room is not only physically taxing but also, if not more, emotionally exhausting. i always tell people i feel like bombing up my room and starting afresh. most of the time i feel it is easier to start everything anew than to carry all those emotional baggages throughout your life. physical memento is good but unfortunately my room is unlike long term memory with unlimited storage. some things need to be replaced with other stuff that is more relevant to my life right now. even more unfortunate is the fact that my long term memory seems to fail me a lot. i often need these small small physical reminders to preserve my memories of certain people and events. that is why there is always this small part of my room that serves as some kind of graveyard of memories. stuff that i don't need yet can't bare to throw away throughout the years will end up there. and every time i clean up my room i will pay homage to all these lost memories.
despite the inertial, i'm glad i cleared up my stuff. just in time for the new sem too. rooms, like life, need to be cleaned up once in a while. sort of like marking the end of a chapter. sort of like the nearest thing to starting afresh, i guess..
okay, time to end off this emo entry before "some people" start bombing me for being too sentimental haha (: going to school now!