Viva La Vida

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

(Ooooh Oooh Oooh)

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I dream

There was a time when men were kind,
And their voices were soft,
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
And the world was a song,
And the song was exciting.
There was a time when it all went wrong...

I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life, worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine, untasted.

But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.

He slept a summer by my side,
He filled my days with endless wonder...
He took my childhood in his stride,
But he was gone when autumn came!

And still I dream he'll come to me,
That we will live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather!

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...

i have stopped blogging for a long time and thats cause i really have nothing much to write about due to camp and also my sian-ness of not wanting to blog. but there is this thing that i just cannot keep in anymore.

you know how some people might irritate you and you just want to get rid of them, well i think i might be one of those people. i dont know why but mayb i am just irritating. mayb my friends find me irritating and they cant even stand the sight of me but are just talking to me to please me and get rid of my faster. i might be thinking too much but i really dont know what to do anymore.

i know whats its like to be in a group that doesnt like a certain someone and outkast that person and sometimes just talk to that person so as to get rid of him/her faster. and to rid ourselves of that pest. but mayb i am that pest. mayb i am the one that i have to get rid of. mayb i have to cleanse myself of myself. am i making any sense.

i guess im ranting away about a useless point that wont solve world peace or world hunger and mayb it might not important to certain few of you ..... WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!

SHIT!!!!!!

my anger inside is like killing me .... its eating every cell of my heart and every breath of my soul ...... OMFG!!!! its freaking easter and im feeling this way .... what the fuck do i have to do so that i will not feel this fucking way .....

SHIT!!!!!
ranting again ... somebody slap me....

camp

you know the feeling of not wanting to book in every sunday night, they call it the "bookin in syndrome" well duh! well no matter how many times i have done it (since BMT) i still cant seem to get rid of that feeling. its like part of me now. and every book in is just another count down to the weekend. in ways of no. of days, no of meals, no of pull ups etc.

Camp will always be something that robs us of the freedom that we used to have. from being able to plan our schedule to now it being planned out for you including what time you eat and what time you sleep. but i guess this can be good for you in a way. it helps you get things done fast and makes sure that things happen and are not delayed. so not everything is bad

camp. camp. camp

sian

blast from the past

alot of things have happened this past week and well it has to do with my first week in a course that is totally foreign to me. i have done the sea (in secondary school), i have done the land (in BMT and so on) now its time for the AIR!

well i hope its a good experience.

beautiful and dirty rich

Beautiful, dirty dirty rich rich dirty dirty
Beautiful dirty rich
Dirty dirty rich dirty dirty rich beautiful
Beautiful and dirty dirty rich rich dirty

We got a redlight
Pornographic dance fight
Systematic, honey
But we go no money

Our hair is perfect
While were all getting shit wrecked
It's automatic, honey
But we got no money

Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah
We just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich

We live a cute life
Soundfematic, pants tigh-ter than plastic, honey
But we got no money

We do the dance right
We got it made like
Ice cream topped with honey
But we got no money

Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah
We just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich

A bang bang bang, bang bang bang, beautiful, dirty rich
A bang bang bang, bang bang bang, beautiful, dirty rich

Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich

lessons

life lessons are always here to play. people have been telling it to us since we were young. life is a litle bit funny. it plays with us and makes us go through ups and downs but that's what makes life all that much fun right. when you are up, you are happy and blissful. then when the down comes, you have friends that will keep you safe and help you. that's when you know who your true friends are.

Looking back at this 20 plus years of my life, i don't know if i have achieve anything. now in national service, it really gives me perspective on what life is really about. family, friends, love ones, God. In camp, you really miss all these and it shows you that small little things like a hot shower or a nice bed to lie on, or even a roof on top of your head is something that is comforting. it doesnt have to be expensive.

i think this 20 plus years of my life is an experience and though i wont say all are good ones, the bad ones just make me stronger and prepare me for the future in case it comes again.