I’m no scream and I’m no shriek
Edvard Munch never knew me
The artist does not know what I seek
That, you see, is left to me.
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Copyright © 2011 Kenny Mah Ying Fye. Photograph by Devil CK.
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Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
Okie Dokie! Paint your own masterpiece & show it to us one day.
LOL, u’ll never be the scream as we luv you as Kenny! Hugs, have a good weekend with the Devil.
Was hoping for a pic of a silent scream :)
Hmmm, possibly a “mad scientist” look, if you added some glasses and tousled your hair a bit… :D
@jemima: Good suggestion. Maybe I’ll do just that.
@boo_licious: You have a great weekend too, dear! *hugs*
@Paul: Silent screams? How do those work, mate? Hehe.
@Sean: Ah, this photograph was taken before the days I started wearing glasses. Now I do wear them from time to time and my hair is likely to be tousled more often that not… so the “mad scientist” look probably isn’t that hard to imagine.
You, my friend, on the other hand, I find almost to imagine looking like anyone else other than yourself, so impeccable and, uhm, consistent your appearance is. Agree?
i know, u’re screaming in ur head :P
@Jun: More often than one might imagine… Hehe.
The bigger issue is what your “mad scientist” project would be. Since you’ve acquired a garden, i guess you could work on an army of sentient cacti that you could unleash to conquer the world :D
Impeccable is not a look that can be attained with a wardrobe of Seed shirts, alas. I’m happy to be rated “presentable” on a good day. If I ever get an invitation to attend the Oscars (or the Globes, which is in less than 24 hours!), you’ll have to help me pick out a tux :p
@Sean: If I had a mad science project… it’d could be an army of sentient cacti that could go out and bring home the bacon so I can retire to my well-deserved tai-tai lifestyle. Hooray!
Uhm, impeccably Seed, then? You could be the poster boy for Seed couture, sir, you could, oh you could!
And Devil would be shocked and dismayed you didn’t think of him first to pick out your Oscar tux. (He may skip Prada for this and recommend Oscar de la Renta instead. You know, Oscar for the Oscars? Hee.)
Hmmm, the flaw in that plan is seeking jobs for those sentient cacti. It’d be easier for you to create an army of mindless Kenny clones who could go out and find employment as dog-walkers, insurance agents and journalists :D
Oscar de la renta sounds expensive. Would he whip up a tux for less than RM5K, I wonder. Since it’s unlikely that I’d be attending as a nominee (unless they establish a category for Best Oscar Fanatic), I’d have to keep a close eye on my expenditure :p
@Sean: Jobs? Who said anything about jobs? Them cacti can go out and get me the moolah any way they see fit – rob banks, beg, borrow or juice themselves as a desert health drink – so long the money rolls in, I’m a happy camper.
Easy. Why you go make it so hard, mon?
As for Oscar de la Renta, let’s not forget you are Eat Drink KL, my friend. A couple weeks of your dining budget could easily procure you a nifty tux. Hehe.
I can’t HEAR you from this side of the ‘hood. Louder!!
@minchow: WHEN ARE WE GONNA HAVE DINNER ALREADY, NEIGHBOUR????
*chuckles*
hi, is it that your shirt was not pulled properly, looks like your tummy is showing there leh..
@lena: It’s not the shirt. It’s my tummy… Time for some exercise, I know. Hehe.
oh dear, you are too young for that..besides that indoor garden, you would also need an indoor gym..better get started. Does that caused by the sausages, the beer, the tong yuens or the angkoos??
@lena: It’s probably caused by (D) All of the above, and more! Hehe.
But we don’t really need an indoor gym cos we bring the best gym with us everywhere we go, i.e. our own body or rather bodyweight. Push-ups, sit-ups, yoga, sprinting, the possibilities are endless. Now if only I would actually do something about it…