Monthly Archives: October 2004

Hallow

  The Terrifying Threesome on Fright Night: Henny as Morticia. Me as Two-Face. Sharon as the Black Widow.   Copyright © 2004 Kenny Mah Ying Fye.

Those Days

  Those days I seemed to know who I was. Those days had me laughing like I never knew how to laugh before. (I must forgotten how, since.) Those days were the worst, and the best, of days, for I recall each and every one of them, like the milky beads threaded around a blessed

Leaves

These are the days of companionable silences. These are the leaves strewn at our doorstep, at our feet. Autumn is here; she seeks our gifts of fruit, freshly harvested, and home-made wine, rotten with mildew. Set me aside, take this of me, and learn the language of my thousand whys. There is no more time;

Evil. Rambles.

I want to crucify somebody. Anybody – it doesn’t have to be somebody particularly deserving of crucifixion. It can be anybody. I’m evil, and I’m rambling, for I am ill, and it sucks to high heavens when this happens. For one thing, I become evil… … and I ramble1. .   Friday and before: Did

ICONurbation

I was playing around with a list of words, when I decided to mix and match them with the user icons of my LJ (LiveJournal) friends list. Now here’s the fun part: use any of the 36 words above (but only those words, and none else) to create a haiku. Yup, I guess this here

You Can’t Wait

You can’t wait. You simply cannot afford to. Be happy today. Bloody right now. Switch off your computer. Stop telling strangers over chatrooms how bad your nights get, or how miserable you are. Gets you no where. Grab a cellphone. Do this now as you walk right out, whether it’s light or dark, and call

Is This Missing You?

  1. Is this missing you? I don’t really know. When I’m close to you, everything seems alright but it hurts all the more cos I can’t really touch you. When I’m sleeping alone in my room, when I can’t dream up your face, I can imagine touching you, I can believe I’m missing you