The Man who can't be moved

This is a beautiful song by The Script. The lyrics, simple as they are appeal to my soul. I am a sucker for love songs. so lol here goes.

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'm still 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'll 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'll 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
Who's waiting on a girl...
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world...
Hmmmm

and 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'll 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.

I hope I'll wake up one day and know someone out there is missing me too.

Evidence that I am still up and not sleeping.

I'm not sleeping.
I'm not sleeping.

See them serenade this song

Please be a better person.

Tension is common. Storms come one week after another. They say blood runs thicker than water. Are we sure? Can we stand up for this statement?

I look at my journal in shame. Should revelation be necessary?
A question of honour?
Pride?

Pouring down details would bring more trouble. I shut the journal instead. I decide to bury it at the back of my mind. But no, it will not be easy to forget. I will not think of changing the world, if I cannot make a difference around the people whom I love or mingle around with.

Naive.
Selfish.
Temperamental.
Unreasonable.

Guess before we point fingers, we ought to take a good look at ourselves.
Why are we given such tests, O Lord? Is it not enough the pains of the past?
Can You not help me in this quest of turning a totally rebelious being into the total opposite of darkness? Or at least more understanding in conscience.

It has been 27 years but there is no turning over a new leaf. If it is too late, I think all efforts are deemed in vain.

My hopes now revolve around changes. Major ones for the greater good. The hurricane spreads quickly than we think it would. Sometimes fire and fire just worsens situations. Perhaps it is better to just leave the storm alone. The only solution is to stop the rage.

Carrie No. 3 in the making. Unpublished to protect identity. If people knew, oh how will they mock us! In times like this, I will walk with Jesus by his side as he struggles up the hill with the heaviest cross of the world. The road of Dolorosa. I have a Judas within my walls. I pray it not me. I do not have control over life. Helpless, I resign to His will.

Let recognition come in dreams.
Awareness.
Fears.

Let it stick to her conscience like a guilt glue. This I pray.

lol, obsessed with weddings..

hahaha. Don't get me wrong.

Maybe being bridesmaid made me feel the longing of actually being a bride:) I know. I know. Crazy right? So to quench my curiosity I dressed up as one. I think I love the flowers the most. There is always something beautiful about weddings. Only one thing is missing in this photo. Wa eh ang kin ta lok?Pang ki? lol.Somewhere around kua. Anyway enough about my crap.

I had two lovely days as a bridesmaid on Tuesday 11/11/2008 and Monday 24/11/2008. The wedding of two of my close friends since childhood, Magdalene and Valerie.

Oh how they shone radiantly as brides. So happy and gorgeous. How blessed are the husbands who have them!

Cheers to weddings!

"Love is patient and kind."