Hallelujah

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this...the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall
The major lift,
The baffled King composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.

She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne
She cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?

And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

And it's not a cry you can hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

standstill.

abt a year ago i was still a young naive little boy who cares abt his looks, always wantin to get attention and wasnt really thinkin abt his future. i was still in tt live-a-day-by-a-day mode. i didnt put in hard work for my As. nw it has all come back to me. those bldy days whr i skipped lectures or even dinner for dota battles seems ridiculous. those days i fought with my friends after a mere kill-stealin reflects childishness. doesnt matter dat i was born just 9 days before 1988. mayb i wasnt mature enuff.
it all suddenly came to me. at the strike of midnight of the last day of 2005. 7 more days n i wld become a soldier. who knows wad lies ahead. studyin was put to a standstill. i made a whole lot more of friends. Friends whom i guess i wld keep in contact for quite sometime. it has been lucky for me i guess. i wld occassionally mit up with my khakis or girl friends. then the flurry of university admissions came. everyone seems to be gettin wad they want. i had always wanted to be a doctor. to make a diff into other ppl's lives. bt i had lowered my expectations. definitely money takes precedence over interest for most of us. inclu me. moreover entrepreneurship excites me. bt hey my D for biology cldnt get me into a business sch. it sucks i tell u. thr might be a chance for me in economics in smu bt its slim. i know it. of cuz, i can choose to fly over to aussie / uk to pursue wad i want. i always had the fantasy of living the 'american dream'. those parties. those hot chicks. n college seems more like a long vacation haul. the oc =) bt then again the money issue comes into place.

juz came back from 4 days in tekong. yupp its a degree hotter than in mainland and the mossies thr are like 10 times more and 3 times bigger. they drained like 5% of my blood when i was proning or slpin. apparently the insect repellent attracts them. frikin hell. the rest of my friends only spent like 2 days for 'grandslam'. it has to be foxtrot. we had gypsy 3 unheard of in other coys. navigation in a semi-open terrain was easy cuz we can walk on the tracks. bt the distance from one checkpoint to another esp at night was like 5-6km. imagine a rocky path, hot sun, carryin a saw and no end in sight. well that was only the first day. we slept only for 5 hrs in quite thick vegetation with our sbo on and gun slung. only a groundsheet tt separates us from the soil. sentry duty was on for 2 hrs with helmet and in prone position. the nxt 3 days was hell. we did fighting patrol and ambush missions for abt 7 consecutive times only holdin diff appointments each time. i smell worst than a rotting corpse of a skunk. oh hw can i forget the camo on our faces for the whole 72 hrs n the yucky combat rations. in warm-glowing camaraderie, we endured. we fought on. finally on the last day, i felt a drop of water. we all felt it. it turned into a drizzle and mins later a downpour. it was a sign dat it was all over. i took off my helmet. the camo came off. the dirt on our no4 were washed away. laughter came back. we did a celebratory rain dance. at last war was over. We were victorious. =))