A Day Away

Sometime this weekend, when there’s nothing more I can do or think to change matters, I will take a day away.

This doesn’t mean I’m taking a holiday (c’mon, I just came back from one!) but more like a Day When I Won’t Be Myself. Hopefully this would mean not being Mr. Anxiety, Dr. Neurotic or ol’ Jimmy Depression. A day without panic attacks. A day without hoping and dreaming. Maybe I’ll even stop thinking for a couple of minutes.

Which doesn’t mean I won’t be hanging out at J-Dawg’s watching anime. (It prolly means just that if I am ever to spend more than a second without worrying about somethin’.)

But till then, worryworry.

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Copyright © 2002 Kenny Mah Ying Fye.

Return of the Danger-Sign Woman!

Hurrah, let the fanfare begin! Maria’s back! (From Hong Kong, China, Vietnam, and Gorn knows what other gorn-forsaken lands.)

And to celebrate, we’ll be having a get-together this Friday evening at the usual Greek place. I’m eagerly anticipating seeing her again, especially after the surprise call I got from her two days ago. Imagine the sound of a mischievous imp snarling down the handy and still you won’t come close. Oh, the noises of Maria…

And from the ensuing email barrage concerning her comeback and the plans for eats, these two caught my eye. First, this one:

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Let’s all get together this thursday night at Kenny’s to welcome Maria home (Kenny, you of course are up for this, right? – how about cooking dinner for us? We (mike hoening and Maran) will help out).

Suggestions will be heard. Marco, I realize you have farther to comé than some of us – all I can say is good luck =).

Good night
Mr Stone

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And then this one:

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Here is another installment of ‘Erich bitches out the groups plans’. Well the master Micheal Stone (aka Micheal Slutzki) has done it again. What out for this guy, he is trouble.

The first thought that popped into my head after reading this email was ‘I wonder why Mike is writing this and not Kenny’. Followed by ‘Did Mike let Kenny know about this before inviting everyone’. After thinking for another 3 seconds, I relized that of course he didnt, this is Stone we are talking about.

Well Kenny I would like to thank you in advance for having the wonderful party. Kenny, I would hate to tell you how to throw a party but I would (and I think I speak for all on this one) advise against the delicious but yet fecal looking matter that you call sweet bean soup. Ok ok, I am done. In other words I am in for this shinig.

Erich

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No comments.

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Copyright © 2002 Kenny Mah Ying Fye.

Salt

This is from The True Confessions of a Toriphile by Irin Carmon, a college-age journalist. Something random I read today, which seems to say a lot to me, and hopefully, many of this journal’s readers, about our jagged attempts at starting our lives:

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(Tori) stood up. “I want to read what you’re writing in 10 years. I want to read what you’re writing now! You must be so excited, just starting out and starting college at the same time.” She leaned in, daintily planting a kiss on each of my cheeks. “Good luck with everything. It’s going to be fantastic. There’ll be down days–believe me, I’ve had them–but they’re just–they’re just salt!”

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They are, but you need to taste it to believe it.

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Copyright © 2002 Kenny Mah Ying Fye.