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There, your back, it’s turned to me. That’s as far as you seem to be. You walk, you pause, you stop in your tracks. The steps you take bring us close, take me back. The red days of then, when all was new. Nothing was certain, what was true. The past undulates, the hours gone precipitate. We’ll walk these paths again, we’ll walk and walk again. Give me your hand, take mine. Doesn’t matter where we go, we’ll be fine. For where we end up, there’ll we’ll be. Always together, you and me.
“The steps you take bring us close..“
Thot possible oni when I see his front. =P
Just like a love song. Beautiful dedication.
“The past undulates, the hours gone precipitate. We’ll walk these paths again, we’ll walk and walk again.”
This is pure poetry, my friend. Glad I dropped by your blog. Gonna read more… you have posts since 2001? That was a lot of blogging, hahaha.
» Tummythoz
Bring us close only ma, don’t have to see his front what. You can clasp him, his back to your front, wrap your arms around him, hugging him close, holding him tight, never let go, all the romantik romantik stuff.
» Poh Chu
Ain’t all words from lover’s lips a love song?
» Stefran
The stuff from 2001–2002 is from my Munich blog (now defunct), the 2004–2005 posts from my Livejournal (now defunct), and so this is more of an assortment of various blogs I’ve had over the years. So the style and content can vary dramatically.
But it’s all me, man, it’s all me. The good, the bad, and the fugly.
You did it again. This is good, beyond good actually. Simple and short, yet meaningful.
Kenny is such a man of leisure right now. Blog, blog and more blogging. Anyways, It’s good for us, the readers! Your words are like salads on my platter everyday.
*Burp*
» moja
Man of leisure? Man of leisure? You must surely be spouting in jest, my friend. I am but a salary bunny, a mere wage earner, having to slog rather blog for my supper (and various other meals I consume throughout the day).
My words are like salads? Maybe I should try eating my own words, then. Might do something to these darsted love handles, if I’m lucky.
Hahaha! Maybe I’m the one that’s in leisure right now. Sleep, music, eat, movies, sleep, blog, novels, eat some more. Ah, the sweet life of Moja. Cool, no?
The working life seems terrifying. I should stay 21 forever.
Let’s eat more salad! (literally).
» moja
Very cool for you. Just be sure the rest of us who slog and slog don’t hunt you down for leading this life of leisure, mate.
21 forever? Isn’t that a clothing brand? Wishful thinking methinks. And yes to salad! Must go and study veganism soonest as an alternative. Hmm.
No veganism! More meat!
» Paul
Well. I suppose it really depends on what sorta meat, wouldn’t it?
And on this note, here’s a quote from the redoubtable Woody Allen:
“I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.”
“Doesn’t matter where we go, we’ll be fine. For where we end up, there’ll we’ll be. Always together, you and me”
As long as we have each other. That’s all that matters. Everything else will fall into place.
» chuishia
Ah the girl-in-the-picture reveals herself, hehe. That’s it, no? Everything else will fall into place. We just need to have faith.
By the way, when shall The Devil Wears Prada and I meet your heroic hubby and you for a meal and/or drinks? You two are so cute together you’re impossible to miss…
Yes more meat. LOL
kenny,
those are perfect lyrics for a song. you going to fill in the music notes?
You’re blogging faster than I can read. =p
But I like this one. =). Short, simple, and says just enough.
» keropokman
The music notes. I’m supposed to be writing the lyrics to a song for a friend of mine, maybe the reverse can work too?
» Michelle
Blogging faster than the speed of reading? Wow. I am like, NOT Superman, man…
Thanks for your comment. I like this bit — “… and says just enough.”
for where we end up, there we’ll be! … how true!
here’s to ending up at the same place, at the same time.. with the one u love:)
» cumidanciki
Here’s to that for everybody! Cheers!
Definitely a walk to remember…
sniff sniff.…that’s touching.…
“Give me your hand, take mine. Doesn’t matter where we go, we’ll be fine. For where we end up, there’ll we’ll be.”
can u write something on being homesick? I miss home a lot…I miss those who have been together with me through thick and thin.…and I can’t help but feeling more alone than ever.…in an empty apartment that’s so silent that I can hear the fridge’s motor running.…..
Now I know why I can bear working with the nastiest client and still be happy because I have my friends, why I can have a massive migraine and still sit through dinner with my family and trying not to be grumpy.….because they are there to hold my hands, and I’ll be fine when I’m surrounded with their love and care!
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» Jemima
Walk to remember? Wasn’t that a movie?
» mh
Thanks for sharing your story, dear… Homesickness is something I’m familiar with, but I’ve also learned to make home wherever I am, and to find family in whomever I meet. And I think you’ve already accomplished that, my dear.
me think that the brand is ‘forever21’. I wonder who came out with the idea of the label, he must be old by now. Hahaha!
I’m so busy right now, watching telly.
» moja
“I’m so busy right now, watching telly.”
Oh. Oh. Oh-ho-ho. The sarcasm of the Youth of Today. The nerve.
great shot of how he just looks into the distance. i wonder what he’s seeing?
The stones are red
The wall are thick
Where this path led
Do we have a pick?
“The red days of then, when all was new.”
the best days when we first start falling in love and dating… it never returns.
21 still youth eh? I prefer to assume it as pre-adult. Hehehe.
Have no worries, Kenny, my slog days sure will come sooner or later. Natural cycle.
» ~ elfie ~
The future, I hope. The future, I really hope.
» Célestin
Red walls made of brick
Inches deep or miles thick
Won’t ever separate us
We know our true purpose…
» the_lighthouse
Never say never, my friend. They might. Not the way they arrived all those years ago, but perhaps in another form. Time has passed, after all. Sometimes, if we are lucky, our passions don’t.
» moja
Well, till you start slogging, I guess I have to keep on blogging!
what mh says is true. sometimes after the worst day at work, i can come home and just be cheered up by my little boy and everything is ok. that’s all that matters.
we walk the paths of our lives and we have to walk it cos no one else can
My take on couples. Silent walking dangerous. Walking and talking … bliss.
Nah. *give hand*
Yes, yes and yes. You have to, Kenny!
So whenever I feel bored, I will sneak and take a peek of your blog whilst slogging!
muehehe! And by that time, I will start whining and grumble over the workloads. And you’ll have a sweet time laughing at my face and being sarcastic.
ain’t karma a bitch?
Hahaha!
I was this close to tearing upon reading this post.
Beautiful! Sweet, purity of love?
» Sunny
Man, thatis just beautiful. We’re reminded of why we toil and put up with the frustrations of work and daily life simply by the smile of a loved one, no?
They say kids are our future but I say nay, they are very much our present, our right now. Let’s not wait for later or when they are all grown up to show that we care. It may well be too late.
» crimson@venger
“we have to walk it cos no one else can”
That’s such a powerful message, bro, and so true. No one else can walk our walk, nor live our lives for us. We all have our own meaning, that’s what I believe, and it is up to us to find it. Living is not just breathing but learning. That’s part of the magic, not just love and dining (though it may seem that way, the rate I get on about these things on my blog, haha).
» Chin
That’s the wisdom of your many years speaking out, sir. After all, you have been married many years while most of us are still wrangling with the dating scene or the budding yelps of a young relationship.
I’m all for just walking, really (sometimes silence is golden). But I can’t imagine doing that all the time. Talking, or rather, communicating is a must for a relationship to grow and to sustain — so maybe it’s walking and talking and LISTENING?
» Jesse
Ho-kay. *grabs hand*
My, my, what beeeg blue veins you have!
» moja
Karma’s a most wonderful lady. Such names you call her. I shall most certainly seek retribution on her behalf by, in your own well-chosen words, “have a sweet time laughing at my face and being sarcastic.”
Not that I’ll enjoy it, of course. Just doing my duty.
» joshua
Love may be tough and troubled
And upon its steps we may stumble
But in the end, its meaning is pure
If only we hold on and endure…
boundary redifined . front & back stepping forward hesitating backwards.
Its a heart ache yet soothing . A life filled with beginnings and enthusiasm for the coming finale. Hope never stand still
» backStreetgluttons
I like the sound of that — “Hope never stands still” — cos faith will only go that far without action. If we are to preserve what we have, and perhaps “preserve” is the wrong word here since we want what we have to be alive, then we have to get off our backsides and work at Love as a verb.
Work it, baby!
btw, is this shot taken in melaka? the red walls look REALLY familiar…
The Great Wall of China
Is not paved with cans of tuna
What then is this true purpose?
Do we crack our heads till we burst?
» crimson@venger
Yuppers. My grand old hometown of Malacca, the Historical City and all that. There was this story about how them walls got so RED…
» Célestin
Red walls or great walls
Such distances to travel
For those whom Fate calls
Life may yet unravel…
Very true, such wisdom you spout
You leave readers like me without a doubt
That the distances we travel
Are well worth the pain from the gravel
Yes to the point. I am learning something here. Walking, talking and listening.
» Célestin
Ah, tis not wisdom for I am but a fool
A Fool in Love, they say, but still a fool
For you see my eyes wide and my lips do drool
And I slip and fall over its very pool…
» Chin
… and of course, let’s not forget to R.E.S.T. I so need a trip to the spa right now. Been a decade and a half since my last really decent one. Any willing sponsors out there? *makes indiscrete bambi eyes*
Be very careful of that pool
Of your own precious drool
To slip and fall is no joke
Especially what ends up broke…?
LOL
Ehh, where got blue veins!!! My hands are nice and smooth one okay!
» Célestin
Heavens, no! I can’t afford to break
Those parts of me with which love I make
Or to chew and munch on very tough steak
Uhm, his rhyme may well resemble a mistake…
I need kopi kaw, like, right now, man… Not awake at all.
» Jesse
Oopsies Then WHOSE hand did I take? Aiyo, silap ambik. Segan aje…
There, there, let me take your hands now. Wow. They’re really smooth, aren’t they? I can keep on caressing them like this all day… Ahem.
I’d cringe if that is what you break
I did not mean THAT, I swear, a mistake
Cos we know Mrs. Life for Beginners
Would be mad if you broke your bratwurst…
eeeeeeeeks, too much romance, too much. i’m getting a migraine.
beautiful. simply beautiful.
OMG! almost all the lines rhyme! you.are.good!
» Célestin
Haha, rest assured that nothing’s broken
All’s functional, so the Man has spoken!
» fatboybakes
The writer of this blog would like to reiterate that he is not responsible for any ailments resulting from reading this blog, including but not limited to, diarrhoea, diabetes and indeed, migraines.
» Selene
Thanks.
» Nic (KHKL)
Aw, c’mon. You are far too modest. You (and FBB and LL too) are the true poets, not me. I can barely rhyme to save my life!
i agree with all the comments above… this is simply heartbreaking and beautiful. you have done it again, kenny!
btw, didn’t notice the lines all rhyme till nic mentioned it!
» Calypso
Nic has the knack for verse himself, a formidable master-ji in haikus and limericks, so it’s hardly surprising that he would observe the lack of meter and the perversion of purple prose I indulge in. I’m mightily shamed, I am.
i can hear a song in my head when i read ur words… it’s beautiful and touching…
for some reason, as i’m rereading it, the lsat line seems to loop back to the first line. intentional or am i just seeing things?
» el camino
Maybe there’s a song in this after all, if you guys seem to hear it. Sigh, if only I picked up a musical instrument or three when I was younger like any good Chinese boy…
» kristopher
The last line looping back? Nope, nothing intentional on my side, but hey… I love it when readers can find new things in my stories that I have not written… We all read stuff differently, and no two ways are the same, and they are all correct and true in their own way.
Cool. I’m gonna go and read it as a loop now and see what I come up with. Thanks for sharing!
Good to know Mr. LFB is okay
For the missus, her lucky day?
» Célestin
Heh. Heh. Heh. Ho. Ho. Ho.
Quite a question, right on the dot
That’s for me to know
And you to … well, not.
i was just thinking how i can talk about how i love the prose-style of this when i scrolled out to read your reply to one of the commenters,
“Bring us close only ma, don’t have to see his front what. You can clasp him, his back to your front, wrap your arms around him, hugging him close, holding him tight, never let go, all the romantik romantik stuff.”
ROFLMAO!
funny la you kenny.
but ya la. very romantik romantik la.
I keep coming back here… this poem is so beautiful, Kenny.
» zaty
» Stephan
Thankee, thankee.