the world is a very small place.

the world is a very small place,

there is three person in it.

-

me, you, and they. -we.

-

i is where i go.

you is one i hold.

they is those who come and go.

-

the world is a very small place.

why don't we just move on

-

and who knows

that we might meet each other again.

在街角的路口等你

词曲 ：dcdarren

-

那捷径 还有陈旧的电话亭

往事如昔

敲醒一段记忆

会有你的背影

-

会好奇 岁月会留什么痕迹

缘分停留在流年的缝隙

等时间来交集

-

没有黑白纸的约定

你会不会忘记？

-

在街角的路口等你

虽然迟了半个世纪

时间不停在前进

而我 一直

凝结在这城市里

-

在街角的路口等你

完成未开始的恋情

这次不会在犹豫

只要你

再度与我相遇

-

回想起

快按吾不住我的心急

缘分终究没你说的限期

等到你来交集

-

不曾说出口的约定

我刻写在心底

-

只要你

不再离我而去

Voices in my head.

after a long thought.

I think i need to document this.

-

there was a voice that woke me up

not only this morning,

it certainly happened before.

-

not only one voice,

sometimes its a husky male voice, sometimes its a sweet female voice

but i'm not sure whether its the same person.

-

sometimes the tone is so vivid that i could remember it so clearly,

and i am sure those are voices and tunes that i have ever heard of

music that hasn't exist yet.

-

as if the voice within wants me to wake up,

and pick up the recorder,

and believe that

one of them will be the next hit in the music industry.

-

is there any scientific explanation to this phenomenal?

User Manual.

there's always a little handbook that comes with the box of stuff you bought
be it a camera
an eyemo
or something as simple as a stressball


it is a booklet that you never bother to read until the technician hung you up,
or the screen goes black when drogba is heading for an one on one.

shit.

its just me or the little booklet are meant to be ignored?
i never read the manual.
as i always figure out how to work the product on my own.
using trial-and-error method


if life has a manual

bible would be some sort of manual.


but i'll never read it anyway.

对面

词：循宇 曲： dcdarren

for the love that never meant to be . . .

下雨了
停不住的雨线
模糊了错觉 一瞬间

地平面
按停一些时间
粉刷好泪眼 假装再遇见

同张脸
划开一道零碎熟悉在蔓延
假装再遇见


为什么只能面对面
却不能走到你身边
爱情交替善变
从不曾惊醒幸福的记念
为什么好像再见面
却不是走近你身边
逆着走到昨天
渴望只剩遥远

带着你再想念
选择与你 擦肩

what are we running for?

there was a story about a fox and a tasmanian tiger who is hunting in the wild
they saw a rabbit and tasmanian tiger nominated the fox to catch the rabbit

the fox persued the rabbit with all the skills he got,
but
the rabbit escaped after a great chase.

they had a post mortem and analyzed that the fox could have got the rabbit
if he was a lil more skillful.

was it the fox, or the rabbit?

im with the fox, he was good, no doubt.
but

while the fox was running for its dinner,
the rabbit is running for its life.




Do we know what we are running for in our life?

the buffet.

there were too many event

we grown up watching them glorify winners

and demean losers

-

in some game,

there is no winner and no loser.

-

infact

-

my life is a las vegas hilton all-you-can-eat buffet,

no one has to go hungry, no one has to be a loser.

the winner lose it all,

the loser win it all.

i contented myself with the bowl of salad.

-

it could be better for me,

if i lose.

包菜式的溫柔

詞曲 ：dcdarren

桌上放好那些日常用品
廚里燙好的每一件外衣
還有冰箱里的巧克力
都是你放的心機

每晚勸我要早睡早起
逼我戒掉對咖啡因的癮
每封甜蜜的簡訊
都是給我的用心

要感謝你
我的寶貝
感謝你的貼心

溫柔它包圍著我
雖然一句話都不說
我的小細節 （怪脾氣）
也只有你會懂

誰能體會你對我這種
包菜式的溫柔
選擇不說出口
這沉默里的感動

溫柔的你抱著我
不管什么都對你說
因為傷心時候就只有你懂我
誰能體會你對我這種
包菜式的溫柔

輕輕對你訴說
我沉默里的感動

Can you keep a secret?

I feel puzzled when people ask me whether i can keep a secret

If i answered yes. would you divulge your heart talk to me?

and what are the chances of people answering a no ?

so,

can i keep a secret?

there are some that remained secret until today, and will vanish with me in the grave

and there were times that i caved in and let some cats out of the bag

better tell me your secret

i could be your best listener,

better keep it to yourself

because i could be the perfect raconteur.

爱没有错

爱没有错
词：循宇 曲： dcdarren

雨季角落 某个你敲醒美梦
紧握回忆的手 自己走进心碎之后
轻步地走 享受刺痛的温柔
等待晴空雨中 纪念每段日落的感动

一地沉默 惊醒漂流的轮廓
长梦醒的午后 抚平每次诉说的寂寞

爱让我懂了 没错
时间歌颂着我的脆弱
爱让你懂了 没错
交错停在某个美丽的心中

爱没有错 只是我们太执着
爱没有错 只是我们搞不懂
这错过 忘了锁 拼凑了陌生朋友
复制难过 泪眼中散落

爱没有错 只是我们太冲动
爱没有错 只是没有你和我
捂住耳朵 呼吸着别人的梦
聆听曾经的我

张开了手 缅怀着继续圆梦
期待未来的我

attention please.

we taught ourself how to grab attention since we were young

you spill the milk on the floor

you burn the math teacher's car

you date all the popular girls in your college

by the time you reached 23,

you're an expert, an attention whore,

knowing exactly how to turn eyes to you.

but

how hard your body have to try

to win over your attention?

麥當當之戀

詞曲 ：dcdarren

就這么簡單

愛上了你

就這么簡單

就前幾天在麥當當的快餐店

技術上是你為我準備早點

或許丘比特在忙著換餐卷

快看清我 你未來的boy friend

多看你一眼

就算還不曾交接

仍然努力放電

多看你一眼

知道我要的情節

下一秒會出現

不想天天都汽水薯條加Big Mac

想你親手為我煮個快熟面

一見鐘情的戲只差你那一眼

快看清我 你未來的boy friend

只求你多看我一眼

尖锐

尖锐

music lyric : dcdarren

你的话怎么那么尖锐

断绝我们再度复合的 机会

曾经深爱过谁

如今却淌着血

你的话怎么那么尖锐

或许不会有暧昧的机会

安慰你不给

刺痛我的心扉

伤人的词汇， 你要不要收回 ？

the dry cloth.

not trying to squeeze a dry cloth for water.



ok. i tried. but it doesnt work this way.


if the mind is a piece of cloth, and creativity is water.
then i should start looking for the source.


where

is my watertap

want to write you a letter.

I wanted write you a letter,
but i couldnt remember what i wanted to write,

couldnt remember your address
couldnt remember your last name
and i couldnt remember what to write

so,
i folded the letter into half and keep it underneath,
so that i can continue when i remember things again.

after a very long long while,
i still couldnt remember why i wanted to write to you,
i couldnt remember why i kept the letter underneath,
couldnt remember who i wanted to write to.

couldnt remember you.

Lunch box.

I still carry my breakfast in lunch box every morning

from big, round,square bulky boxes

just bought a compact one that is just nice to put in my laptop bag

and another green one as a gift

isnt that cute?

i need to write something.

i need to write something
i need to write something
i need to write something
i need to write something
i need to write something
i need to write something
i need to write something write on







i am done.

colour.

after 22 years of uncertainties
i think i have to make up my mind and settle for a favourite color
so the next time someone asks "whats your favourite color?"
i'd be able to give a firm answer

i grew up believing that blue is my favourite colour.
like, fated to be.
i dont know where this theory came from, but
blue is the colour for boys, red is the colour for girls

i think i like white, so pure and clean
i think i like black, blends well yet so elegant
i think i like yellow, how it would stand out from other color
i think i like red, i have had too many belongings in red
i think i like purple, the color of infatuation

i guess its too hard for a gemini to decide his favourite colour.

how?

爛借口

music lyrics : dcdarren

車廂里的沉默 我問你怎么了
你微笑望著我 卻沒有回應我些什么
愛情快到盡頭 是不是想逃走
是你 回避我的眼眸

pre
你自私的冷漠
吹毀我的煽動

*
全都是借口 你給的
無盡的理由
再一次把我慫恿
離不開留下又痛

很爛的借口 你給的
我們的以后
你寫下全劇終
你說你愛我 可是你要走

車廂里的沉默 我終于明白了
就算你沒有說出口 我心里早有數
愛情快到盡頭 卻剩我一個人走
是我 期待你會回頭

Eta.

the back of my hand.

i passed this streets for a thousand times

drove down the road over and over again

but i wouldnt say i know it like the back of my hand

because i doesn't really know much about the back of my hand.

fyi i play football.

hola,

i am typing this now with a sprained ankle from a futsal game.

you might not know this but i play the sport all the time.

i was a fanatic football fan

and had dreams to play in the EPL or at least make it into the Perak Youth team.

i skipped too many classes to play football in school uniform.

and this is what i get. damn.

i'm a book person.

i hardly read anymore

but i like books.

i like the smell of books

i like the graphic on book covers

i like the scene of someone reading on the couch in a sunday afternoon

i like the way they look when they were arranged on a big bookshelf

so i thought it is fair for me to say that i am a book person.

although i don't really read anymore.

i had an very interesting topic to write on.

i had an very interesting topic to write on,

it came to my mind when i was bathing, like 15 minutes ago.

and that was the last thing i remember.

i have always been a forgetful person all my life

i need to look for my keys everytime before i go out

i lost infinite number of pens all my life

and few days ago i left my car in the office and went home without it

and same incident happened again, few days ago.

can anybody tell me how can i help my pathetic memory,

someone told me something might help,

but i have forgotten about it.

and i am writing this now because i have forgotten the topic

that i am supposed to write on.

happy birthday.

happy birthday, darren.

i turned 23 when the clock ticked itself to 12am, on the 8th of June.

there was no birthday music playing, 1am still looked the same, the world moved on,
on the 8th of June.

and the fact that i am getting older excites me in some way.



thanks to those who remembered my birth date.

宅男告白日记.

lyrics n music : dcdarren

wao 星期天都不去

wao 我只想待在家里

wao 动漫第八十一集

伸伸懒筋  网路游戏

快熟面充饥

wao 期待明天的来临

wao 气象台预告天晴

wao 旧巷子口的阶梯

右手转进

左边望西

我会看到你

我好想大声对你说

只能害羞 装冷漠

这样擦肩而过

你记不记得 我?

我不敢大声对你说

只能躲在背影

等下星期  我再见你

要鼓起所有的勇气

说给你听

wao 不能再这样下去

wao 甩开中分的压抑

wao 穿星期五的心情

换个发型 胸膛挺起

大步跨向你

我好想大声对你说

不再害羞 装冷漠

这样擦肩而过

你记不记得 我?

我好想大声对你说

不再躲在背影

等下星期  能再见你

会鼓起所有的勇气

请认真听

爱上你 已经四十一个星期

想和你 享同一个耳机

靠在我的肩膀看戏

要你填满我日记

我只想轻声对你说

要你害羞 装冷漠

这样眼神交错

会不会爱上 我?

我很想大声对你说

我要做你背影

要每星期  都见到你

收集你周围的空气

仍在序

so close to the TV.

when i was young,
i wanted to wear spectacles so much,

that i put my eyes so close to the TV,

so close to the tv

so close to the tv

so close to the tv

so close

so close.

'' '''''

'''

'




at the age of 22,
my eyesight is almost perfect.

Another Friday.

Its friday again.

i love friday, just like everyone else 

like how everyone else would look forward to the weekend ahead

 

i despise friday,

because it reminds me how fast week by week is passing me by

friday morning, 

i am having a monday morning mood from last last last monday.

FGIFA

i still haven't feel the pain yet.

i still haven't feel the pain yet,
when my computer crashed and all the memories went down the drain.
i lost everything.

if losing something is a sickness
and losing everything is pretty much like an incurable disease
sometimes i wondered if i am supposed to cry over it, or be dead in 2 days time?
have you ever thought that you lost everything,anyway?

but i came to know that, everything is not that important after all.

because i am still here,



and i am my everything.

Turn off the phone.

i hate to admit that, but

for me.

it has become as much as an addiction as snacking on junks or smoking.

when the phone is turned off,
you feel like you're out of the loop.

and
start worrying about how people would worry what were we thinking about them when their text or calls are not returned


when the phone is turned off,
the world moves on.

LAP5723-07.

LAP5723-07 108-8
Have you ever wonder what those numbers on the box of mints mean
could be a serial number
could be the winning number when they decide to have a lucky draw later
could be meaningless

Chuah Kong Wooi
Have you even wonder what the alphabets on your identification card means
could be a mistake your parents made 23 years ago
could be a name people would always mention 23 years later
could be meaningless

could be anything else,
just like the numbers on candy box.

the weather is really that hot or its just me?

im holding my sweat on the tip of the glands

holding my breath

consciously knowing that another celcius would break the sweat free

and i can almost picture the cup of chilled milk beside me

evaporating

when the weather is not hot enough to kill you
chilly enough to keep you from fainting

this is the time when you do silly things like

going near the fridge not for the food

strip naked although it wouldnt help much

or fanning your self with the same hot air around you

as hot as slices of beef melting in you mouth.

back to the simple.

i want to back to the time when
everything was easy

now i find it very hard to do things the simplest way
like how i used to
like how
fried eggs could be easily become the tastiest food on earth


like how
untitled melodies used to play in my head
and all i had to do was to write it down

but not how i have to write melodies in my head now
just to play it out

actor.

someone important in my life taught me that we have to be a good actor to survive in this wild wild world
but who says, just be yourself ?

strange contradiction. but are you a good actor?

ok, i am bad actor and a good actor.

bad because of my limited facial expression,
okay,okay, limited to only two
there's only two expression, the smiley, and the "trying hard to look serious" look
that crossed any possiblities for being an actor at all

good because,
it would be near imposible to read my mind
or anticipate my next move


blessing in disguise?

TV.

I Switch ON the TV,

and all i could see is Advertisement.

i'm a marketing graduate,

and i can't help but to think of how the TV stations are getting paid by these corporations just by getting US to watch the craps we doesn't want to watch.

crap.

Thats why i hate the idiot box.

i explained to myself.

it really takes me some while to gather enough determination to clean my room
that explains why my room would probably be messy most of the time
until the next time i have the urge to clean it up again.

yea, excuses.

perhaps its not the lacking of determination
its just my high level of tolerance
which once and over and over again letting mess-up lingers below the limit
knowing that it would eventually touches the line
for me to decide to clean the room again.


thats more like the reason, i explained to myself.

好運啊。

你相信好運會有用盡的一天嗎？
雖然大半輩子都是靠不錯的運氣 混到如今的
但我不時都會懷疑
尤其是當一些無緊要的小不景氣 發生在我身上

"就像今天， 這倒眉的一天"


但然後
每當好事又在次降臨
很輕易的又被它説服了自己 是世界上最好運的人

"我真的很沒志氣"

啊
好運啊 你快回來

啊
好運啊
今晚閉上眼之后 和睡去之前
知道我明天睜開眼
就會是2009年四月14號第一件發生在我身上 的好事



其實也不錯。


晚安了， 世界。

my coffee song.

written years ago, still one of my fav set of lyrics!


喜欢这个钟点 Cappuccino 的香味
懒洋洋的空气 还睁不开眼
这sunday 有一杯 热咖啡
才算我的 brand new day


一个人的午后 还有mocha 来相陪
若天空下起雨 就更有感觉
如果你 又能及 时出现
这一天 就太完美

pre-chorus

咖啡因在捉弄
爱上你太冲 动
Starbucks 的相遇 就像一场梦~
想见你的心情
有咖啡的 浓
我一口接一口



*
当咖啡遇 见 糖的那一天
苦涩溶化成了香甜
虽然是 黑白配
但只要 在一杯
就算缺了一秒 也会底头想念

当我遇见你的那一瞬 间
仿佛失去了味 觉
突然发现 那咖啡
都是一样的taste
只要有你在的画面
都一样的甜~*



又到了 12点 一杯 latte 来安眠
不用啤酒也能 够把我灌醉
oh Tonight 脑海里都是你
苦苦又甜甜的滋味

can i hear you?

i can't help but to wonder
what song is playing thru their earphones

it makes it harder to guess
when
they have the same straight face

that doesn't match any genre of music.

please enlighten me.

routine.

you woke up this morning at the same time with the same alarm tone,
after the same sun rose at the same side,
dragged your feet off the bed the same way,
had the same breakfast
do all the same thing you need to
just to walk out the same old exit of your same old house.

u don't like routines, do you
because i don't

you walk the streets that you'll have to walk for years to come
strangers, they have the same old face
you're sick with the same paper work,
dealing with the old stubborn boss,
waiting for 21 one day to end,
waiting for the same thing.

you call the same boy friend, the same number,
he pickup the phone, with the usual "hello"
the familiar voice and tone, the same topic that you'll usually chat about
the same warmth thru the phone.
you're happy with it, as always.

i don't like routines, do you?

you lived through the same script that life has written for us
you walked the same old path,
you end up in the coffin just like everyone else would.

how scary, routines.

how about waking up without the alarm,
fire your boss that pay you for the time of your life,
pop up infront of her door for a lil sweet suprise.

why is everyone doing the same old thing.?

not to convince you im a freak.

not to convince you im a freak,
but i had double personalities
once an anti social but now a social-bee wanna-be
doesn't read much but act like a geek
if you found me on the street lonely
that'd be as good as striking the lottery
and but yeah, i don't have a roomie.

hey, not trying to convince you i'm a freak
i have a tidy life but the room is always messy
most of the things have been messy anyway.
you might find me funny, you might find me arty, you might find me creepy
hey, speak to me and decide where to put me

jeez.

not to convince you i'm a freak,
but im not your ordinary meat.


hope you'll find me.

struggle.

I think it is time,
to quit internet.

but i'm typing this on the internet,and without internet, no one would be able to read this.
but my company operate on internet, without internet my company would close down.
but there were so many friendships kept alive with the help of internet.

but then again, i hate the feeling of addiction
but then again, everything little thing in internet seems so unreal like it would vanishes the any time
but then again, the more social life i have on the line, the less i have in the real world.

it took me two days to decide that it is imposible to quit internet.
but it would be great if i can cut down my personal time on it.
i'm not sure if this is the right thing to do,
but i'm sure there's nothing wrong about it.

coffee song playing.

Chilly weather,
view of the busy town,
and a cup of old town white coffee makes it all complete.

what a good start of the day!

the present.

sometimes it could be scary just to think about how
how you would regret in the future with the things that you had done in the past,
which is the present.
you laughed at your own hairstyle in the old photo albums
you could have a lil more courage to talk to that girl
you should have spent a lil more time talking to your brother

10 years after today,
you might regret for not doing something more constructive than reminiscing the past that you could never turn back to.

the scariest part is that you will never know what is the right thing to do now until the present became the past and the past is irreversible.
that somehow someday you'll look back and feel remorseful for something.
it is knowing that this cycle will never end.

d.c.

-i risked my life for this pic

A simple combination of alphabets, symbols, or numbers
has no meaning to the passer by.
but it could mean something special to some people

lovers like to make up their own abbreviations to communicate
they use their birthdate for the password in facebook

"7" means forever...

there's no black and white
you defined it yourself where no one else would know

and when those combination came together
you'd know it represents some part of you

should i quit listening to my own tracks.

while driving, i like to listen to CDs instead of the radio stations
is this a sign that i am isolating my self from the outer world?
yes i am gemini, but the everchanging trait doesn't apply on my music preference
tell me whats on the radio today?, please?

how could i say that i was open to the world?
when the half of the population were listening to the weekly top hits
and i'd probably playing a single track for the 233 times, this week
its like choosing storybook over newspaper
your own room over an holiday
memories over a runaway


i was left behind by the world
because i left the world behind


should i quit listening to my own tracks?

how to talk to anyone.

talking to strangers make me feel good
i just spoke to the stranger in the gym
we started off with ourselves
went out herself
and ended with ourselves

the fact that we're always in the flood of strangers
why not try talk to the lonely old man next table
the shy kid that you caught hiding from your eye contacts
and the lady heading to 7th floor

it used to be a daunting task for me
and now,
i think im pretty close to what i always wanted to be!

OKOK, i admit.
i secretly read the book "how to talk to anyone, anytime, anywhere"
by Larry King.


...

Happy Valentines, 86400.

86400
Music : Darren Chuah
Lyrics : Darren Chuah
Arrangement : Darren Chuah

某某某日期
某某某一个天晴
大约四时二十一
只剩下我和你

等了半世纪
花了半秒爱上你
三百六十五天里
我只想靠近

多几厘米
地心引力 把我推向了你

怎么今天总是想到你
自动浮现在我脑海里
吃的 听的 看的 和想的
都和你有关系

怎么今天总是想到你
会不会有一点太频密
八万六千四百个点滴
都勾着你人青影

24／7
每当送你回家去
油门踏得特别轻
多几分钟看你

27度C
太热是我还是因为你
不知道是不是天时人和地利
你突然靠得好靠进

能不能再多几厘米
地心引力 把我吸进了你

Happy Valentines !

breakfast.

do you know that breakfast is an important part of my life?

for the past few years i think i have not skipped the first meal of the day













breads, cornflakes, cheese, milk are the things i hate, but have been eating almost everyday for the past few years
if i got (un)lucky or time, i might have some tasty delicious unhealthy food, sometimes

i dont know if its the metabolism, or the health consciousness, or its merely the trend that i want to swim against

but breakfast has been an important part of my life.

im something between a glutton and a healthfreak who checks on the nutritional value on food label.

good enough to explain my healthy habit.

go!

i just thought that
you dont have to be good in anything to be an artist.

whether you're metaphorically screwed or grammatically disabled
or colorblind
or grown up a tone deaf

passion can kick you off and keeps you on,
with the correct mindset
lil creativity would bring you further.

grab your brushes,
there you go!

手机有时不接 (You're an arsehole)

Music : Darren Chuah
Lyrics : Darren Chuah
Arrangement : Darren Chuah
Producer : : Darren Chuah
Singer : : Darren Chuah
Backup Vocal : Darren Chuah
Backup Vocal arrangement : Darren Chuah
Guitar : Darren Chuah
Bass : Darren Chuah
Mixing Engineer : Darren Chuah
Recording Engineer : Darren Chuah
Hair Stylist : : Darren Chuah

手机有时不接
信息总是敷衍
有多少天没看你的脸
是我刚刚发现
还是已经半年
你是冰淇淋却已不甜
偶尔会想想我们从前

好想要听你说 你不爱我
看看我会不会真的难过
很想听你说你不想我
让我尝一尝那种滋味
你不爱我的那种滋味

约会太过boring
你只顾 sms
怎么都不看我一眼
明白 是你已经改变
爱去年已冻结
时间麻醉了疼的感觉
你这冰淇淋已经不甜

就请你快快说 你不爱我
看看我或许会有些难过
请你你快快说 你不想我
让我尝一尝那种滋味
我想会很痛快的滋味

是我 是我
想离开你 却又不想说出口
是我 是我
太过懦弱
就求求你 能不能说出口

求你快快说 你不爱我
"that's right you're an arsehole"
听你说你不爱我
我真的没一点感觉
爱不爱你只隔一条线
爱不爱我都没有分别
早点分开会好过一点

on productivy i.

research has shown that every worker spent an average 2 hours on ineffective activities during their office hours.
people like me contributed alot to the number, especially on days like this.

like how?

have i told you that my boss caught me red-handed on facebook
it felt like the toilet walls suddenly collapse when you're doing your business and suddenly you find yourself in the busy street.

because being darren there will always be reasoning(excuse) for every little action i take
so i just thought that the reason for the two hours of unproductivity was due to the other 6 questionable productive hours.

sometimes i wish someone up there would just block my internet access to anywhere else
so that i could do my job better.

for now i'd just blame them for giving me too much flexiblity.

there were too many things that i need to concentrate in.

there were too many things that i need to concentrate in,
just to end up losing focus in each and everyone of them.

unpressed shirt and tunes that were not in the playlist,
the alarm rang at 7.45 just to miss the box of cereal i bought sometime ago.
i inserted my key into the door knob and stumbled out the door,
nobody watered the pathetic plant because its not their job.
smiles in an envelope
ever busy traffic
and the chocolate cake.

i have too many things that im supposed to concentrate in,
thats why i lost focus to each and everyone of them.











Photo frm : Umarklite

on silent.

im starting to hate ringtones or whatever tones whenever someone's calling
and i don't know why.

its okay for me to pick up calls at any hours,
i'm making this statement with the risk of not getting any call from my friends ever again
maybe its the situation where the phone is whining for attention like a whore got me annoyed

nevertheless, i have to conclude that i might not be able to make it without her.



ah the phone is ringing on silence again.

frozen banana.

i left the banana frozen in the fridge

i wouldn't find out how chilly banana would taste like

i could have just ate it just like that

carefully peeled its skin off

hm, it tasted like ice cream

banana flavored.

a poem.

my cat on the mat
and she's getting mad
she's very hungry but im still on my bed
snuggling with my blanket
holidaying in hawaii waiting for sunsets


i wake up in the middle of the night and change my underpants
i dont have a pet nor mat

sad.