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We met by chance, we met by acquaintance
We were star-crossed lovers in lives before
We met at the club, I asked you to dance
As I led you to song, we knew we’d never leave the floor.
We met at our wedding, by parental promise
An arranged marriage, a perfect match made
We met on the internet, we flirt and we tease
Easier to woo and wonder than to find and fade.
We met while hiking, while diving under the seas
Adventure was the taste of danger, of you and me
We met when we almost never met at all
But, then, how would we have known what life had in stall?
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Words, photograph & design by Kenny Mah.
Errr, after all that, I’m confused now. How did u actually meet? Teehee.
Happy Friday bro!
And I’m glad that we met…even though we haven’t keep in touch for a very very long time
Wakaka … yeah … like Monkey said … how in the world did you both meet? o.O
I’m can-fused.
ROFL! “it doesn’t matter how we meet our loved ones, what matters is that we did meet”, you make this simple line sounds so complicated!
Always thought it would be nice to meet over pina colada
Ah, a nice one. Good to see you back.
Remember how we met? LOLZ.
We met through our blogs, you and I
Many meetings to make the opportune one. Its almost 20 years since I met. Ummm.… reminds me of the ring I have to buy to commemorate. Like this post very much.
*raises hand*
Wann werden wir uns treffen?
We’ve yet to meet..& I’m sure we will.
so how did we meet?
i think it was through your blog of which i was a silent reader for ages before i finally left a comment!
can’t remember how i came across your blog though…
but like you said..it doesnt matter how we met, what matters is that we did!
have a great weekend ya!
for some reason, i read the title as “How We Wet”.
yes, it’s the blardy rain, aitelyu.
… had in store?
Pretty poem, by the way.
Is true is true! I actually know folks who shy away from sharing the stories of how they met (because I pounce on them with this Q shamelessly, relentlessly) and counter with “aiya, nothing special… our story very boring, very normal.” How can it ever be boring when one starry ride, no matter how tranquil or tumultuous??
Nice recap of the day.
How true it is-that moment is precious. I can still recall the 1st second when hubby and I met. Ah, sweet memories.
how sweet. i am reading this on a lazy, rainy Saturday morning, with a hot cup of tea at hand.
happy weekend.
we shall meet
it’s my pleasure to meet you here???
all the best =p
well, now we met through at this blog,
i wonder if that’s a meeting at all?
nice blog! came to this blog the first time, and i love the concept of it! will definitely drop by more!
What’s in stall for you Kenny, I foresee, is much much happiness and love throughout your life. That’s for sure.
We met. Over food as usual, and me, blur as a whirl of sugar spun into cotton candy, made the connection only because of a Photoshop project on a dead computer that didn’t quite make it into your birthday because it wouldn’t send.
We met. Through words, of course, and the difference between reading a blog and reading a love letter are very small because it’s all for love, this affair between words and feelings and the tappity-tapping of fingers over black-and-white keys.
We met. Almost a year’s worth of deliciousness, fun, food, not-so-fun, encapsulated in five little not-so-random alphabets strung together to form meaning.
And they say language is long-winded.
*big hugs back* Sometimes language is a bowl of alphabet soup, innit? We string together words and phrases out of the murk, hoping it’ll convey the meaning we attach to it. Like Michael Pollan said about the rose twigs he bought and planted, they look too fragile to have such weighty historical loads of class, wars, and distinctions attached to them.
I think words are the same way. There’s almost too much power to be conveyed in a simple N-O.
Oh yes.
I find it interesting that the shortest words sometimes convey the most meaning. Yes. No. Mmm. Err.
(Incidentally, I remember reading about some author — name slips my mind, bleh — who was anxious to find out how his novel had sold, and sent a message to his publisher. The resultant conversation is a model of succinctness:
Author’s telegram: ?
Publisher’s reply: !
Nuff said, eh? )
wonderfully written yet again kenny… *claps hands together in delight*
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as always you put the words together so effortlessly it’s a sin… love the way you weaved in the multiple ways of meeting, the old-fashioned way and the day of the wire domination… now even i can’t recall how we met… should be through our blogs but i can’t remember whose n whens n d hows… hving said that, it does mean something no? when there’s millions of blogs out there and we just so happen to fall into the certain some where we still pay the occasional homage to (ya i know my blog is as good as dead right now… even worse then yours… patience, i foresee it shall be back in full swing sometime after the 1st Quarter next year… after all, good things comes to those who wait no??? — ya this applies to you too…
Hahahahha… You just made my day with that comment, bro. I guess what I’m saying is it doesn’t matter how we meet our loved ones, our partners, what matters is that we did meet.
Have a smashing weekend, you and McCutie!
Haha, I so need to look you up, dear, the next time I am in Penang. Promise!
P.S. I am very, very, very glad we met too. You started this whole trend of me crushing on headstrong, independent women…
Uhm, it’s … gosh, how to explain? To explain fully would be like taking all the magic out of the mystery, wouldn’t it?
Simplicity is complicated.
I can’t remember the last time I had a piña colada… Now maybe that is what the weekend tastes like…
Haha, I do. You surprised me while I was browsing the books at Borders @The Curve. Correct??
That we did. Seems like aeons ago now, man. And life has been good to us since.
Aww, happy (almost) 20th anniversary to you and Mrs. Worldwindows!
I went to look through my archives, i think your first comment was on my blog’s second anniversary. and so we met : ))
Really? Wow… That is so cool. Consider me your #1 Stalker.
Ein Tag, mein Freund, ein Tag.
Yay for that! We’ve been blog pals for some time now and it’d be nice to meet up one day.
Hey, don’t make me responsible for your act :p
So when is the next time you will be in Penang?
Hehe, we call this ‘tai-chi’ ma…
Something early next year, I guess. Pearl of the Orient, here I come…
Well, I’m glad you did finally leave a comment, and that we met up in person — each time a new city! Penang, Kuala Lumpur, Singapore…
… I wonder which city is next?
“How We Wet”???
ROFL. Oh I’d blame the rain too…
Ah well, now I’m wondering how we met and how I thought you were a guy initially cos of your blogname… So many years ago…
“… when one starry ride, no matter how tranquil or tumultuous…”
That is such a beautiful line, my dear, and captures exactly what I mean here.
… and all the days after, I hope.
The very first second? Hehe, shucks you guys are such sweethearts!
It’s actually a lazy, cloudy Saturday morning/afternoon here in KL, and I just had some Latte Menta at Nero Teca with the lovely Ravenous Rabbit and Devil Wears Prada over a slow, conversation-heavy lunch, so I know what you mean.
The weekend. Wonderful, isn’t it?
I’ll hold you to that promise happily, mate.
Meeting via our blogs is but the first step. Next up: Meeting in person!
Thanks, Grey… and may I say what an interesting name you have!
I am looking forward to much love and happiness for all of you too. Let’s keep the positive energies flowing!
Shuku, dear. This is beautiful.
Now I am dreaming of more random and not-so-random alphabets stringing together, struggling to form meaning, struggling to find meaning. Gosh, I need to steal these lines from you for a blog post but fast!
*hug, hug*
Good point. Though being the garrulous fler that I am, I tend to add at least one letter and go with Y-E-S, or worse, M-O-R-E-P-L-E-A-S-E.
Words. What would we ever do without them? Less pain, maybe — but oh so much less fun also.
I love those telegrams!
Me, on ze other hand, as mentioned above, may never be capable of succintness… Ah well, win some, lose some…
(Waitaminute. Win some? What did I win?)
shall we rendezvous at bali? hehehehe
Oh yes, please! I can’t believe I haven’t been to Bali yet!
*pouts, pouts*
nononono… it tastes like long island iced tea… or snakebite black…
LOL. You know what I meant.
I think you came across my blog via Zewt’s blog, a million million blog years ago. We are like the old man/lady generation of bloggers!
And I eagerly await the resurrection of your blog, dear! 2010 it is, then!