Picture of Gackt, a famous Japanese Singer
Humans sell everything and anything nowadays. As long you have the money, you can get anything (superficial). Human Products is a term i invented for the rising number of “artists” who are marketed by record labels into an “image” that people would “purchase”. It can also mean selling of one’s body (in a sick and twisted way).
The spiral down and down the endless stairs
Circling into oblivion, into eternity
The marble white steps guide the way
Into the dark abyss of the soul
Her crystal heels tread on the steps carefully
One missed step, and all will crumble down
It was her alone, walking down the stairwells
Towards the answer in her heart
Her fragile crystal heel broke into two pieces
She fell deeper and deeper into the void
An endless pit of darkness with no end
The hellish nightmare has began
He took a scissors and cut the veins towards her heart and threw it into a deep hole that no one could find.
There are no sadness in her eyes, they are just moving tear drops that don’t feel a thing
She looks at the world spinning around her while she sits still.
Waiting, waiting for the day that her heart can be found.
Prawns with satay sticks being shoved up their asses and grilled alive.
I finally finished my exams today after a crazy two week rush to devour the books in my stomach. yum yum. Now that it is over and done with i went with Willie to go prawn fishing! During the first time round, he drove all the way to Jurong and the place was closed. Undetered, we decided to try again at Marina South. We managed to find the place after ending up in east coast and the GPS system was misleading him instead of guiding him. “Turn Left, Turn Left” … then we were like “Where got left ?!”. “Do a U-Turn”… and we didn’t see any u-turns x_X
After a gruesome ride and many wrong routes we ended up at the place. It was a very dark narrow road into the place. There was no lights. Guess what? It is closed too! So we went to two places without avail. The prawn fishing addiction is unbearable, we just have to hook up some prawns and BBQ them alive!!
I guess we are going to try again next time at Westlake. ( i didn’t know the name really meant that there were fishing lakes in the area ) Just hope that the place is not closed AGAIN!
Will update with more photos in my future entries, my camera is gathering rust in the cupboard.
and tasty too.
She is going to fly to a better place…
Aaron of EastWest PR invited me for a Revlon‘s Colourstay Mineral Collection yesterday at Botanical Gardens.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, she could not see herself.
A star drops from the skies
Crashing down into the earth
Broken into fragile small pieces
In heat of anger, she smashed the mirror onto the floor.
Like sea shells on the shore
Bits and pieces litter the beach
Glittering under the moonlight
She took a shard and plunged it deep down her veins.
Volcanic ashes fill the skies
Blurring the sun from view
Red hot lava drips down the earth
Cherry blossoms, Red stars… drifing into v o i d
Sometimes
I cuddle in the corner
at the far end of the room
thinking i am not dead or alive
a spirit that haunts the earth
walking on grounds others thread
walking into the memory road
feeling the sensations of being alive
when i was truly happy and sad
i could no longer feel a tear
it has frozen with time
like snowflakes in a winters storm
there are no days or nights
worldly perceptions are illusions
the cracks surfaces on the walls
as they crumble down into pieces
the wind takes them away with time
the old destroyed, replaced by the new
I cuddle against the far end of the room
afraid to open my eyes to face the storm
wishing that it would end
as a tear drips from my lifeless eyes
