One

song of the moment:

"ONE"

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say...

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...

Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...life

One

reupholstery madness

OMG! i'm officially crazy about reupholstery. just bought these fabrics online. also added to my shopping cart - one beginner's guide to reupholstery! this apartment extreme makeover project is taking a life of its own... and also making very poor, but happy. eeeeyikes! can't wait for my fabrics!!!!

bada bing bada boom

something in the air today just makes me wanna yell: bada bing bada boom....

oh, was looking at some of the recent ski trip pics... so cute! (so not shy! hahahahah!)

a father's son

today was wonderful. i met wendy at an art gallery off chinatown in the hopes of finding black and white photos for my new apartment. by having the contractors build up two walls to form a corridor, I have grand hopes and dreams of having a gallery to call my own. really, all you need is two walls and good lighting. and of course, photos. the photo exhibition however disappointed. somewhat uninspiring. so we were quick to exit and walk through chinatown, along pagoda street. it was then that i ran into Andrew whom I kept calling "uncle" during the first 15 minutes of our meeting. Andrew has a little makeshift stall where he sells photographs taken by his late father. his father as it turns out was a noted photographer - a recipient of Singapore's prestigious cultural medallion. the photos - old, almost unrecognisable pictures of Singapore in the 50s through 70s - caught my eye and brought me to Andrew. these photos were what I was looking for. perfect for my manufactured walls. I take the greatest delight in all things old. Pointing to a photo of two children running under a palm tree, Andrew interpreted the view his dad framed through his camera lens decades earlier. He said something about man being a child of nature. My imagination was captured. I was soon even more elated to discover that the man talking to me was also a poet. "I write poems too," I said. He was as excited as me. He called me a colleague and fellow writer before hurrying aside to grab a paper of freshly penned words. I read through it and thanked him for his generosity. I am told that his father's photos have poems that come with them. His poems. my heart felt tender just knowing that so much of his father fills this man. yet, he is his own man. and he is his own man, yet. i caught myself calling him uncle and it felt wrong. and so i asked for his name and discovered more. he writes poems and loves his beers, especially beers in China where he calls home three months in a year. and beers that cost 40 cents, he said. i paid for my three photos... and wanted to give this man a hug, but I refrained. i was going to see him again.