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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 head
saying: if you see this girl can you tell her were i am
some try to hand me money
they don’t understand
I’m not broke I’m just a broken hearted man
i no it makes no sense
what else can i do
and how can i move on
when I’m still in love with you

cos if one day you wake up
and find that your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth i could 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

police man says son you cant stay here
i say someone I’m waiting for if its a day a month or year
got to 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 your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth i could 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

people talk about the guy
thats waiting in on a girl
woooaa woooand i no who’s in his shoes
put a big hole in his world
ooooo
maybe ill get famous for the man who cant be moved
and maybe you wont mean to but you’ll see me on the news
and you’d come running to the corner
cos you’ll know its just for you
I’m the man who cant be moved
I’m the man who cant be moved

cos if one day you wake up
and find that your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder
were on this earth i could 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

going back to the corner where i first saw you
gonna camp in my sleeping bag and I’m not gonna move


work in progress

*Tuesday, November 06, 2007*


the ibanking thing's screwed. yest i checked, about $100+ disappeared from my account and i was shocked. i was wondering like hey where the hell did my money go. and seriously considered hiring someone to manage my finances(although its a minute amount). i thought i'd spent it unknowingly like water. and i couldnt recall at all where all that money went. and when i just checked again *poof* its back. but i dont feel reassured at all. im thinking of opening an account with some other bank coz its so lousy! i should complain for the unneccessary shock that caused. too bad i didnt print out the transaction history page. argh. i will be smarter next time.

Haruki Murakami (according to hx) places a lot of emphasis on a person's twentieth birthday. as though people are supposed to change and suddenly grow up as they leave teenagehood. hx asked me whether i feel that way, or did i ask her i cant remember. we said we'll talk about it another day coz theres lots to talk about this. haha i finished his book, Norwegian Wood a few days ago. many people have said tt its a good book. for me, its better than Kafka or should i put it in another way. hmm.. its probably something i would prefer to read. less imaginary, less fictitious. i prefer non fiction, but sometimes non fiction gets a lil too boring. haha ok im side tracking.

anyway, the importance of the twentieth year of a person's life was mentioned in Norwegian Wood( i typed wooF. hahahaha damn funny). and i was set thinking about it. probably a lot of changes have taken place for me throughout this time i've been 20 but i think the transition from 19 to 20 is more significant to me. changes usually do not take place overnight, its pretty gradual for me.

i need to give it some thought, in depth to understand what im going through or what has taken place. but in a nutshell, i feel a lil suffocated. there're so many things i need to accomplish, so many goals to set, so much knowledge i need to acquire. and i feel that any amount of effort i put in is/will never be enough. because i lost out for the major part of the time in my teenage years, wont elaborate. Lost time can never be recovered thats all i can say. sigh...


*this post was inspired by sm. haha
anw, you got ice cream i didnt. damn. haha help me suggest this to her so i can get mine too :D


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