notwoxer (An RB Amero Blog)

PemBLOG - PemBLOG sekelian, I had a friend. Had a friend. Had. Now the friend is a foe, or at least I feel like I'm being treated as a foe. I'm not invited to go out with the group when she's part of the entourage, even to visit an ill friend. We've gone from being very animated hellos and chats to single-word responses, and now to absolute silence. My fault? I like someone. And the friend thinks that I'm making a huge mistake by doing so. And does the friend tell me about the reservations? Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Tell everyone else but me. Everyone else. Italy's not that far. Tell all and sundry but me. Wait... did I use the word friend? Isn't a friend supposed to help? Defined by The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language (4th edition, 2000): A person whom one knows, likes & trusts. A person whom one knows: an acquaintance. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause: a comrade. One who suppo...

Bloggies, Here's an article I wrote in October 2002. It deals with that "reality tv" issue. Please lah... is anything ever real on tv anymore, with the exception of ASTRO News....? DEATH, WORMS & CRYOGENICS In most religions or cultures, a dead person is buried six feet underground after the last rituals are performed. What happens thereafter is anybody’s guess, but I suppose one thing is for sure; you’d end up becoming a meal for creatures that actually live underground. Worms. Call me a wimp but I hate worms. Worms are the reason why I never took up fishing, much to the chagrin of my dad, brother and uncle. I mean I know worms, like any other creature has its roles to play, but hey… I don’t need to play the supporting role do I? So it astounds me to see people actually agreeing to lie in a tub and have what must have been 50 kilos of worms poured over their bodies. The prize? US50,000. That was on last night’s Fear Factor, another one of many “rea...

Bloggies, I have travelled a fair bit in my 35 years. Crossed the Atlantic, South China, been to countries picking up pieces of war, countries that have moved ahead. Yet in the countries that I have visited, I have never quite seen marriages being bandied around like a festival. I have seen ceremonies which make the wedding seem like a festival yes... but being touted like a festival? No. It's school break again, and a week has passed. Wedding invites are the norm around this time. My parents typically receive 10 invites over a two-week school holiday period. Mind you, the 14 days of freedom for our children mean only two weekends. That's four days, unless of course we have a public holiday during the 14 days. At 10 invites over 4, the odds of my parents going to each of these invites are drastically reduced. So the plan is if there are date clashes, which inevitably happen, then my parents would go to the ones that only invite them, and one of their offsprings would represent ...

60604608am Blogland, Are human emotions so complex that it can lead people to: a) make irrational decisions? b) not being able to make decisions? 35 years ago, whenever I feel hungry I'd cry and hey presto... next minute I'm sucking a teat. The decision I made? Cry. So can we say that human emotions are not complex? Well, I guess when you're a baby incapable of doing lots of things yourself, things are a lot less complex than if you were 35 years old and hungry. I'll get back to why being hungry at 35 can be complex in a little while. First, are things really less complex when you're younger. My guess is hell no! You cry when you're a hungry baby and in effect what you are doing is transferring the complex decision making process (which includes emotional assessment) to the adults. Is the baby crying because he is hungry? Is he in pain? If he is in pain, why? Is it colic? Why? Is he in need of a diaper change? If yes and I just changed h...

Blogdom, Have you ever noticed that time changes EVERYTHING? Yes, everything. My friend was telling me a story on how a year ago, at around this time, he was on a delayed honeymoon with his then wife. It was a good honeymoon by most people's standards I think. They had a good rest from their work, they were on an island, they snorkelled for the first time, they ate and ate and ate, had karaoke, read books, made new friends. A year on, my friend, Am and the now ex-wife are fighting for scraps in the Syariah courts over a marriage that went sour some months ago. At her wife's request, my friend granted the wife's wish to leave the marriage. It was on a fateful October 13th 2003 when Haza, the wife asked to leave the marriage. Am's work day ended normally enough. At about 10pm he called home to ask Haza whether she wanted dinner. Their professional lives really left little time to eat at reasonable hours. It was almost always packed food. "I f...

Dear Fellow Bloggers, This is it, my maiden entry into blogdom. After listening to Sheahnee Lee brag about blogs, and listening to her charming friends at Ash's birthday party some weeks ago, here I am venturing into the world of blogs, with trepidation and excitement. My aim? Just to lend a voice to my thoughts, for the world. I may not write well, but I write to satisfy only me. If you like it, tell others. If you don't like it, tell me. Regards.