fridge.

have you ever wonder how would it be like

to be caught in the fridge.

i love the fridge, as a child.

it has always been one of my favorite door to open.

but i just thought that it wouldnt be that fun to get caught in there,

after you finish the chocolates and cookies mum put in it,

and after you got sick skiing on ice cubes and playing with snowballs making snowmen

and sometimes you'd miss getting away the 34'c by hiding inside your room.

-

i guess the fridge isn't a good spot for a runaway.

你走了.

編曲作詞作曲 ：dc
-
有沒有行李
是什麽心情
是不是坐在靠窗看風景.
那裏是目的地
還是要流浪去
知不知道我在想你
-
是什麽事情讓你下決心恨心
丟下養了多年的金魚
微波爐我還未學會開啓
晚餐該吃些什麽東西
-
你走了 到我不懂的位置
用最輕鬆的方式
沒有溫度的信紙
告訴我你當時很理智
-
你走了 誰都來不及制止
像個任性的孩子
帶走孤單的鑰匙
忘了為我解開 才告辭
-
你沒有行李
沒什麽心情
也沒有坐在靠窗看風景
你沒有目的地
也不想流浪去
你不知道我在想你
-
還未告訴你
孤單的夜裏
記得聼聼寫給你的歌曲
你什麽都沒有帶走 也沒留下什麽
我發現時候 你已離開我

so that nobody would realize that i procrastinated i.

could you wind my watch without letting me know?

so that nobody would realize that i procrastinated?

my subconscious mind would believe that it is the actual time

although i might aware that it is not.

-

but the sight of the longer arm of the clock might be able to cheat me

to take less time on the bed waiting for the second alarm

to not to read on the throne

to get to the car with a brisk pace instead of lazy back

-

what time is it now?

i rather believe the false time on my left wrist

please, tell me im ahead of the actual time,

so that no one would realize that i procrastinated.

me and my guitar.

these tend to happen when i carry the guitar around

-

the security guard would be very surprised that i even have a guitar

the auntie in the lift would ask me whether i just came back from a guitar lesson

the passer-by would stare at my bag like they suspect there's a M-16 in it

-

i start to wonder how do i look beside my guitar?

is it very much like a Seal and Heidi's awkward combination

or i simply doesn't look like a guitar person?

-

how to tell them,

how to tell them that i know guitar a lil more than that?

You.

You
Written and performed by : dc
Music Arrangement by : Flz dc

You
painted blue the sky
rose and shone some morning
blanket up my nights
-
You
live in every corner
and every steps i travelled
would lead me back to you, youyou you you.
*
It's all about you
the proses on the window
every note i sang of
as im craving for every bit of you
-
I'm thinking bout you
as i watch the raindrops
with nothing else to dream of
cause' every little things i see
reminds me of you, you, you, you.
*

*

You painted blue the morning

rose and shone some nights

blanket up my sky

dear hamburgers.

i like to eat hamburgers, i really do.
i always have the urge to write about something i like,
therefore i'd like to dedicate my 228's post to my favorite food - hamburgers.
-
i just thought that it is one of the greatest invention, after tomato ketchup.
-
it is one of the few food that you could eat with only your left hand while driving,
and end up reaching home with a filled stomach.
-
it is one of the simplest dishes a bachelor can pick from a recipe
and later tell his mom that he can freaking cook.
-
if you ask me to fill up biodata information , like how primary students were asked to,
i'd write "Hamburgers"
-
at the "My Favorite Food" column.
hehe.

vintage.

i liked vintage stuffs, too.

they implied a higher value as they age,

since the theory of time is inevitable

there's no reason to swim against the current.

-

-

-

all of us tried to. no?

-

you painted your house

i polished my guitar

she's using wrinkle-decrease serum on her face

-

-

-

it seemed like scratches can be the best expression of some belongings

like ur daddy's jacket or his old car

-

it seemed like imperfection is the only way to define who we were.

a band.

would you be my drummer,

could you play the piano,

and how about the keyboard and the guitar frets?

don't forget the bass

a sexaphone would be great

if your voice's sweet maybe we could duet

and a violin would be icing on the chocolate mud cake

-

lets come together and make music,

i hope its not too late,

not too late.