| 02-11-2010 | |
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windowshopping
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acutally they realised something was wrong with daul, from dauls blog: "and thanks to stupid tv show from korea ppl think i like to torture myself and thanks to that im getting lots and lots of suicide emails on a daily basis but im definately not depressed, and i dont want to killmyself i wish you all feel good about yourself and just think happy and listen to 80's music and smile and 'dance-walk' like boy george. AND PLEASE dont kill me.....cos i dont reply ur emails cos i dont want to die....." source: http://iliketoforkmyself.blogspot.com |
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| 17-11-2010 | |
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V.I.P.
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Sigh, can not believe it is gonna be one year...Actually I was kinda miss her when I saw the All-Asian ed in the December issue of Vogue US. Only if she is around...........
Anyway the following is something I typed in Heather Bratton's thread. Hope we could remember her forever. Daul
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| 19-11-2010 | |
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backstage pass
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![]() We always remember how the weather was on the 19th November last year. It was already dark and we went out for a walk. Suddenly, a mist descended. It was so thick you couldn't see further than your stretched out arm. It was foreboding. As if heaven was crying and the cold weather turned the tears into the mist. When we returned home, we read the news about Daul Kim's death. Maybe you never was meant for this earth. Maybe you was put here by accident, and you left for a place far beyond human comprehension. You will never be forgotten. Charlotte Sometimes All the faces All the voices blur Change to one face Change to one voice Prepare yourself for bed The light seems bright And glares on white walls All the sounds of Charlotte sometimes Into the night With Charlotte sometimes Night after night she lay alone in bed Her eyes so open to the dark The streets all looked so strange They seemed so far away But Charlotte sometimes did not cry The people seemed so close Playing expressionless games The people seemed so close So close So many Other names Sometimes I'm dreaming Where all the other people dance Sometimes I'm dreaming Charlotte Sometimes Sometimes I'm dreaming Expressionless the trance Sometimes I'm dreaming So many different names Sometimes I'm dreaming The sounds all stay the same Sometimes I'm dreaming She hopes to open shadowed eyes On a different world Come to me Scared princess Charlotte sometimes On that bleak track (See the sun is gone again) The tears were pouring down her face She was crying and crying for a girl Who died so many years before... Sometimes I dream Where all the people dance Sometimes I dream Charlotte sometimes Sometimes I dream The sounds all stay the same Sometimes I'm dreaming There are so many different names Sometimes I dream Sometimes I dream... Charlotte sometimes crying for herself Charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself But it's always with love With so much love it looks like Everything else Of Charlotte sometimes So far away Glass sealed and pretty Charlotte sometimes lyrics: Robert Smith (art and scan from my blog entry)
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