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Hello, and thank you for dropping by.
Thanks for taking time off our busy schedule to peek in here... then again, are
we not hard to resist..
Peace be with you...
THE EARLY YEARS...
Tony Joseph ... grew up in koboi town Rawang, Selangor.
School life was crisp. Garing. Also spent four years at USM Penang.
If you want to know why he rocks, wait till he next exercises his immense artistic talent...
 Audrey Reutens .. grew up in Sungai Galah
(don't worry if you have not heard of the place; it may not be on the map), near Tanjung
Tualang. Teenage years were spent in Ipoh. And four years of tertiary education at USM
Penang. If you want to know why she rocks, well....
keep on wondering.
HOW THEY MET...
There was this huge wave, and
suddenly ...  OK,
SERIOUSLY, they spent the same four years at USM Penang, but only took
serious notice of each other in the first year of work that followed those four years.
Tony's office was at the ground, and Audrey's the eighth floor of the Syed Kechik
Foundation Building in Bangsar, KL. That building rocks, man.
THE PROPOSAL
There is a vague memory of dinner. Somewhere in KLCC.
Sometime late in 2001. It was the fourth floor, and one of us started talk of settling
down.
SPECIAL MESSAGE:
Peace and Love always....
You were born
together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
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