tales of a sober lad

December 13, 2008

the man who can’t be moved, the script

Filed under: Music — Tags: , , — crossedfingers @ 12:38 pm

39Going 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’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.

-The Man Who Can’t Be Moved, The Script

If you’re into some feel-good, pop-rock music, then you better listen to this song by an Irish band called The Script. I’m so addicted to this song that I listen to it everyday. I guess it’s primarily due to the fact that it just brings a different kind of feeling to me whenever I hear this song.

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Filed under: Random — Tags: — crossedfingers @ 11:04 am


I think I’m in love.

Or maybe I just like that person so much.

Or maybe it’s just some sort of infatuation.

But I don’t care.

For now, I just want to savour the feeling because it makes me want to wake up everyday and just think about that person every now and then.

lose control

Filed under: Rants — Tags: , , , — crossedfingers @ 10:49 am

Today is officially a bad day for me. For one, I was not able to go to school because my alarm failed to wake me up, yet again. I was supposed to give the umbrella back to Nikole because he left it yesterday. However, since I woke up so freaking late, I think I will only be able to return it back to him when we meet again, which is probably next year because he will be off to China with some of my blockmates on the 17th.

Anyway, since school has already been crossed out in my to-do list, I just instead went to the salon to have my stylist cut my 3-month old, long, bulky and irritating hair. Upon arriving, my stylist asked me about what I want to do with my hair. I clearly told him that I want it to be short, but not too short. Then he just smiled and started cutting. And after some 25 magical minutes of styling and cutting, my hair is finally short. The bad part though is the fact that my stylist cut it too short. Like really, really short! And I hate it. I was like panicking after seeing the result. But there’s nothing I can do about it, so I just immediately left the salon after paying for my haircut.  (Ok now I’m regretting the fact that I still gave him a tip even if he was too deaf and stupid to comprehend what I ordered him to do with my hair. Ugh.) Anyway, after leaving the salon, I hurriedly went to the restroom to fix my hair on my own. But unfortunately, it’s too short that I can’t even style it.

Dammit! I’m really just so irritated with how things went out today. Honestly, I just want to scream right now so as to release the negative energies flowing inside my body. I seriously cannot imagine things to get a lot worse anymore. I badly need to sidetrack my attention on something else in order to feel better. I guess I’ll just resort to eating and sleeping. A bum’s life is, without a doubt, always a good cure anyway.

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