you can tell by the way she smiles, and says that she’s my girl
you can tell by the way her words, they move my world
you can tell by the hope, the light burning in her eyes
that she’s my dear, my supergirl…

and you can tell by the way, she comes to my rescue
when i’m lost, in another part of the world
and how i bask in her light and warmth -
how the Sun turns her hair into a soft, hazel-gold

and she says, it’s okay – i got lost on the way
but i’m a supergirl…and supergirls don’t cry
and she says, it’s all right, i got home late last night
but i’m a supergirl…i’ll make everything all right

and i fall, i fall hard – she comes to me with a smile
because she’s my supergirl, and supergirls don’t cry
and i shout it out loud – all my fears in a howl
i’m shouting for my supergirl – she’ll make it all right

i’m afraid one day she’ll scream, in my face
she’ll tell me to leave, leave this place
because she’s no supergirl…and sometimes i make her cry

and those pearls, which are her tears
roll down her cheeks, betraying her fears
i’m sorry, supergirl…

I have this childhood vision I keep inside me
I’ve told to nobody else but
I’m gonna share it with
You
Coz it’s warped to keep it all to myself.

I could tell you I don’t want you
That I want to throw you away but
You know it’s a lie
You see the truth in my eyes.

You are my heaven
You are my secret dream come true.
Making heaven a reality,
you’ve turned my world around.

Just like the warmth the sunshine brings
after the rain,
I’m giving thanks to the One who made
You
You’re the answer to every one of my prayers.

You’re the star I waited to fall from
above
Who moved me with what you’ve got within.

And in the stillness of the night
I realize..
You’re more than a fantasy.

My heaven, are you.

He fell because of his pride, and is proud of it – in fact, if you asked him, he’d probably tell you that he was fuelled by it. His drive, and his very passion – the want to do well, so that he will be looked upon with pride. So that he can deign not to do something, rather than be coerced into it.

He talks to you about the ego, although he remains bound by many things. He claims to be Lucifer, the Fallen Angel, with many other superflous titles: Lord of Lies, Ruler of Hell, and so on, and so forth. But what’s in a name?

He’s probably just your average guy-next-door, maybe even that all-too-annoying insurance salesman, or perhaps the university student, working hard on projects, and fussing over textbooks. He could be in the bus. He could be in the MRT (but he’s no terrorist – evil works in subtle ways.) He could be driving a Mercedes E 200. He could be the guy next to you on the bench in the gym.

Just look out for him. Oh yes, this version of the Devil speaks Mandarin.

He may found the next cult of salvation. Will you follow his footsteps?

His name is Kelvin, but call him Lucifer, thank you very much. You can find him at SMU, studying Accountancy. Don’t cross him. He won’t kick your ass, but he’ll summon up some of his minions to anyway. Unholy retribution, so to speak…

When i first saw you, you were probably most like me, because of our unusual height…or should i say tallness? Anyway, you were 1.85 metres tall, making you the tallest in the class. Perhaps that made it easier for me to approach you. Either way, somehow we clicked and look where we are now.

I will always remember you, me, and the Lucifer wannabe sitting in the NJC library, arguing over Chem S questions. And how i always managed to take over the conversation, thank you very much. HAHAHAHAHA…you know, it was kinda cool when you told me that you told Ronald that we were probably bestest buds…YEAH.

How long ago was that? I think 4 years.

In between, so much has happened. You know, the Ong&Ong saga, the Army, and then now. You’re in SMU juggling 2 majors and soon i’ll be going to Germany, juggling 1 major, 2 minors and a new life. It’s a chance to start anew, and to live a brand new life. I hope i’ll be able to make the best of it.

Also, i’d really like to say a huge THANK YOU for all the help and support you’ve given me. All the advice and the words of wisdom (you must be centuries old, maybe like 200.3587102 years.) And most importantly, thank you for introducing to me the most wonderful girl i have ever met.

By the time you read this, it will probably be sometime on 27th September, 2006. I’ll probably be miles away, somewhere in the airplane en route to Frankfurt. No matter. I believe we will go a long way. And well.

Ohne Dich ging es nicht.

I’ll speak to you in French when…i learn how to. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA seriously i can’t speak French to save myself. You know, it’s really good that out of my close friends, you actually decided to go ahead, to overcome the deep-seated insecurities one always faces when one begins the study of a foreign language, and to just go ahead and do it. Rock my socks man. My turn soon. Latin and French, here i come…wait.

Trier, here i come…ahhh, no.

The Future, and The New Life…HERE WE COME!

life is hard, life is strange, life doesn’t have a rehearsal
but you stepped onto my stage; you joined me in my carousel
but Fate threw us a wicked curve
that very night, at the airport, as i stepped into the gate…

and my heart – it broke, it broke for us, it broke for you
my tears, they flowed so, because of us, just for you
and now my soul is screaming – i’m alone, i need you
and i’m sitting alone, it’s raining – i don’t dare to say it,
but i miss you.