With Raven Ink, I Decree

What music puts you in a good mood?

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 22:02:11 +0300

HIM!

Fashion, The Gothic Subculture, Music and Literature

What is the last item of clothing you bought?

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 10:50:27 +0300

A long sleeved shirt from Zara.

Fashion, The Gothic Subculture, Music and Literature

Is there someone you would like to get to know more?

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 10:49:45 +0300

Loads of people I suppose, I’ve not been out much so it’ll be interesting who I’ll come across when I do.

Fashion, The Gothic Subculture, Music and Literature

Cracking Stiff Fingers

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 17:46:49 +0200

I must say, it was a blessing in disguise to take a break and make a return to focus on what I love doing most: Writing and helping out my friends while in the process of doing so. We cannot deny the power of social media when it comes to spreading news or to share a great find and it was nice to break the champagne once more as the ship is ready to set sail to a new voyage!

It all began with a request from Tzang asking the local Gothic community if they were keen in participating on a new project he was on and as if on instinct, I acted on the post and decided to spread the good word around through my website and if you are reading this Tzang, best of luck on The March Of The Misfits! Unfortunately, due to my commitments on weekdays, I have only the weekends to dedicate some time on writing articles whenever possible but as I found out today, what a weekend spent just trying to trace on updates and coming up with decent content! My apologies in advance for those whose events I have missed out (the For Better Endings show on Friday, hope you guys rocked the crowd!) but through my research, I did come across some interesting news this week:

DJ Jean Reiki now has her own 1 hour slot on the Singapore radio station Lush 99.5FM via a bi-monthly show that is held on Saturday, 8-9pm. I must admit that the only time I am on local radio is on Sundays when Vicious Volume is on air but now, I have another reason to tune in! My favourite definitely has to be the mix between Bollywood and Cantourban, keep it up Jean!
Singapore Death Fest 2012 is returning again this year and the line-up is almost complete so hopefully, everything is set in stone soon and maybe drop by if possible.
The music movement is Singapore is still going strong and apparently, a place called Hood Bar is becoming the new venue to rock out. Sounds interesting, I might want to check it out someday.

Speaking of writing, there is a likelihood that the Very Violent, Violet project will finally be out! While the bad news is that the book will be released in batches (I am publishing this as an independent as opposed to whoring my material to a publisher and expect to adhere with their guidelines. Plus, self-publishing is in line with the Romanticist ideals of fuck the world, RIP Byron), two lucky people will be receiving it next month. Who is it? Well, you will have to find it out yourself. Once again, its great to be writing and I will try to provide more updates here whenever possible.

- DHV

What music do you like?

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 17:12:22 +0200

I love metal music, it all started off with The Scorpions at 9 (Wind Of Change was the song) and thus began a lifelong bond with the genre. Currently, I favour folk, black and gothic metal at the moment but of course, hair metal is always something close to my heart (and a guilty pleasure!)

Q&A

formspring.me

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 12:53:00 +0200

Ask me questions about music http://www.formspring.me/dalsixvisser

suicidegirls: Vesta says: Love is timeless. It is the memory of...

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 16:34:15 +0200

suicidegirls:

Vesta says: Love is timeless. It is the memory of past, the happiness of today and the promise of tomorrow.

A Letter Promising A Return It has been 6 months since I last...

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 16:11:41 +0200

A Letter Promising A Return

It has been 6 months since I last contributed an article, organised an event or even attended a local gig. For half a year, I decided to go into seclusion and cut off any form of active involvement in order to focus on my individual priorities. But now I am back and as expected, there will be questions that I have to face and answer upon my return yet I do not have the need to feel afraid. I do not have to feel angry when someone calls me a “mere chapter” or “being a bastard for leaving the scene” and I certainly do not regret my actions at all. Because I did what I had to do.

Maybe it was the folly of youth and the eagerness of wanting to contribute something to a community I felt at ease with that blindsided me from the harsh realities that were taking place back home and also my own personal life that I have regretfully neglected in order to serve the interest of those who I regarded as friends and fellow devotees to the subculture and music that I share similar interests with. I do not say this with a hint of sarcasm, I treated the people I met with genuine love and attachment partly due to the void that I never got to embrace as a child and teenager living in a totally different background in contrast to them. To me, I found it fascinating that despite their struggles, these individuals were able to fight the tidal wave of oppression in order to enjoy what they loved and they too have taught me to treat others with equal respect (an aspect that was alien to me back then, I was educated to keep a distance from people who are seen as “bad influence”). But little did I realise that for the friends that I made, there were a few who carried ill emotions towards and yet putting on a mask of deception, leading me to believe that everything was fine and well in regards to our relationship as friends but as with every play in the theatre, the pivotal twist of the plot will soon hit the protagonist and in October 2011, I began to realise that I have been riding on my momentum as a individual putting his energy into the local underground culture that I failed to see my own flaws and failures.

That was when I decided to go away.

You would think its just a matter of making a major announcement, go away and pretend it was all just a dream. But in between the wolves were the shepherds, the true beacons who I could rely upon whenever I got lost and the only way to find out was through time, while I went on a sabbatical and resolved my domestic matters that was again, a completely different task to deal with. I am not ashamed to reveal what went on because I have nothing to hide and I confess that while my mother has been a good parent to me for my entire life and yet, all I ever repaid her was teenage rebellion, ditching my responsibilities in order to have fun and done nothing to vindicate her faith in me despite my struggles in life. Granted, I was suffering from depression and was barely able to take any interest in my own life but when you have an ailing mother and a father that is absent, your heart will tell you that it is time to be the adult in the family and fulfill my role as the man of the house. For 6 months, I began to spend more time with my mother and handled household duties while going to work on weekdays. Never in my mind did I ever imagine myself to be doing this, exchanging weekends of gigs and parties for dinners at home with her and having a proper conversation that doesn’t end before 15 minutes. At the same time, I decided to pick up sports once more in order to get into shape and while results have been rather slow, it became my motivational tool to regain lost confidence.

But everything has been put in balance, the sojourn away from my passion taught me things that can only be experienced hands on and now, it feels as though I was reborn. Complete with the flames of unbridled energy and enthusiasm to go at it once more, I am also glad to have been able to reunite with my friends while knowingly choose to ignore those who carried malicious intentions. In all honesty, it will be a long while before I am able to enjoy the entertainment I used to partake in but this time, I will be mindful enough to keep a balance between the two. As for now, I shall observe from the sides and maybe provide an insight whenever possible but once the flower is in full bloom once more, be prepared for the usual dose of the unexpected. Because Dalsix didnt die, he was resurrected just when he thought he would be dead.

Reflection On My Return.

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 16:25:51 +0200

Goodbye, All

Wed, 21 Sep 2011 16:11:57 +0300

With effect from today, I will be stepping down from my roles in Singapore Dark Alternative Movement and Metal Horde Singapore along with any other involvement that I am contracted to. To those who actually still care, all the best.

That is all I have to say and want to say. Not going to elaborate and explain why I have to do this, I am answerable to my own actions and therefore have to tell myself that I am doing the right thing.

Photo

Wed, 20 Jul 2011 11:46:06 +0300

Sympathy for the undeserved, taken for a ride Pledging loyalty...

Tue, 19 Jul 2011 19:14:41 +0300

Sympathy for the undeserved, taken for a ride
Pledging loyalty to those who use it as a rag to take a piss on and deride
Its all in jest, do not be emotional
But its my feelings that are being made into a comedy of errors

The biggest mistake? You. Time to take it all back and be selfish for my gains.

tahlalalia: discrust: It’s pictures like these that inspire...

Tue, 19 Jul 2011 17:33:52 +0300

tahlalalia:

discrust:

It’s pictures like these that inspire me. It’s crazy to see these women heavily tattooed at that time. They were proud. They didn’t give a fuck about what society thought about them. That’s true beauty ♥.

Best photo set on tumblr.

zombie-dust: GOD

Mon, 18 Jul 2011 17:54:21 +0300

zombie-dust:

GOD

Photo

Mon, 18 Jul 2011 17:51:13 +0300

The Picture Of Dorian Gray- Chapter VII

Mon, 18 Jul 2011 14:26:46 +0300

Basil: Dont talk like that about anyone you love, Dorian. Love is a more wonderful thing than Art Lord Henry: They are both simply forms of imitation

"She Walks In Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And..."

Sun, 17 Jul 2011 17:59:48 +0300

“

She Walks In Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

”

- Lord Byron (1788-1824)

Come Home

Sun, 17 Jul 2011 17:56:50 +0300

We say it’s okay and to leave it alone
But I want you to notice this case isn’t closed
Doors are open, the lights are left on
And there’s never a night I sleep, with the dreams that I’d have
If you never decided, decided to leave
Decided, decided to leave
There’s never an ounce that I breath without thinking about who I could have been if you
There’s never an ounce that I breath without thinking about who I could have been if you didn’t leave
The phone’s been patient to hear your call, but you never touch the dial
You never touch the dial, so now I know
There’s someone I wished walked through these halls
But you’ll never take the chance to come home
So come home
We say we can learn from this, but I just don’t know what to do without you anymore
Your absence is taking it’s toll on me
What I should believe, I just can’t believe
There’s never an ounce that I breath without thinking about who I could have
Been if you
There’s never an ounce that I breath without thinking about who I could have been if you didn’t leave
The phone’s been patient to hear your call, but you never touch the dial
You never touch the dial, so now I know
There’s someone I wished walked through these halls
But you’ll never take the chance to come home
So come home
You say it isn’t my fault so I steer away
I put off the pain for another day
Did you think it wouldn’t be tough?
8 years was never enough
I’ll wait for you
If you never change I will be okay
But I still stay up for you
Just in case you make time for the right move
The phone’s been patient to hear your call, but you never touch the dial
You never touch the dial, so now I know
There’s someone I wished walked through these halls
But you’ll never take the chance to come home
So come home
There’s someone I wished walked through these halls
But you never touch the dial
You’ll never touch the dial, so now I know
The phone’s been patient to hear your call, but you never take the chance to come home
And you’ll never take the chance to come home
Just come home

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/eyes_set_to_kill/#share

Ticking Bombs

Sun, 17 Jul 2011 17:53:01 +0300

I used to stay away
I used to stay away from you
Such a funny thing
The liars in us do.

I used to stray away
I used to stray away from truth
I cling to confliction
Like the battered and confused.

You’re a guilty pleasure
You’re a guilty pleasure.

Hearts knocking like a ticking bomb
Like a ticking bomb
Hearts knocking like a ticking bomb.

I used to tell myself
That I would never change a thing
Now I’m someone else
And I can’t remember me
And now I know you well
I know you well enough to say
What they call love
Is just another twisted game.

You’re a guilty pleasure
You’re a guilty pleasure.

Hearts knocking like a ticking bomb
Like a ticking bomb
Hearts knocking like a ticking bomb
Like a ticking bomb.

Hearts knocking like a ticking bomb
Like a ticking bomb
Hearts knocking like a ticking bomb
Like a ticking bomb.

(You’re a guilty pleasure)

Hearts knocking like a ticking bomb
Like a ticking bomb
(You’re a guilty pleasure)
Hearts knocking like a ticking bomb
Like a ticking bomb.

I used to stay away
I used to stay away from you
Such a funny thing
The liars in us do.

Sun, 17 Jul 2011 17:22:03 +0300

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