... as life is. Witnessing a minor accident along ECP and a major one along Jurong Town Hall Road while driving, and it set off those fear alarms within me. As a driver, I'm well aware of the dangers of negligent driving and the dire consequences. Fortunately, the only "accidents" I've ever had were with inanimate objects such as obtrusive kerbs. I promise to drive safely, for my family, my friends, and my loved one.
... as women can be. It was love that triggered the impulse to write that song. It was love that encouraged the song to be put into a melody. It was love on the part of the voice who chained the melody and the lovelorn lyrics. It was love that put the song on stage. And it was love that made those tears fall. *Sigh* I admit feeling the stuffy tears rising into my tear ducts when she broke down on stage at the mention of her loved one. The image of the slight falter in her voice, to that crack, to that tear that fell... ... all in the name of love.
... as my heartstrings are. Sis dragged a reluctant me to the Marina Mandarin while we were waiting for Mum's D&D to end, so we ended up standing on the 4th-floor corridor, leaning against the frosted barricades and listening to the lounge singer charm her audience with renditions of classic love songs and angelic piano accompaniment. While her voice was weak as compared to my expectations of lounge singers, those love ballads she belted out one after another were infallibly tugging hard at my heartstrings. And to add to the lovesickness, a pair of newly-weds came pacing towards me. Watching the bride lifting her gown carefully as she wrapped her other gloved hand around the groom's arm... The image and the music took its toll on me, and I had to divert my gaze to the ground so that Sis wouldn't see me cry.
I miss you. Happy 25 months.
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