notwoxer (An RB Amero Blog)

THIS ARTICLE FIRST APPEARED IN FREESPACE IN THE SUN Who wants to be a millionaire? (Err... do I look like a millionaire here?) Ahh, I see about 25 million hands up here, so I tell you now the story of how I became a millionaire, a few times over at that. The first rule of becoming a millionaire is believing that you can indeed be a millionaire; that it is not the domain of those with millionaire lineage or with a self-owned business. After all, I have lived and read enough to see millionaire families ending up as paupers, and businessmen working hard and merely earning enough to keep the minimum credit card payments fulfilled. By the way, that rule also means that coming from a millionaire family and hard work at a self-owned business is one of many ways to become a millionare. This must be made clear, lest I offend the millionaire families and the hard-working self-made millionaire. The second rule is believing in luck, which is how yours truly became a millionaire. I'm new at thi...

As always, while waiting for my turn to present the business news segment of Astro News, I'll watch the general news segment, which comes on before me. And it was the first day of school for 2006, and the customary report on the big event was there. It brought back so many memories of my experience being the first-day student and the first-day parent. ^^ Khadijah with her schoolmates in 2006 About 6 years ago, I had my first experience in sending my first-born to school. The same experience was repeated some 2 years after that, when my second-born was enrolled. Both went through the "ordeal" - as it was for some of us - with flying colours; of course, both had been in school since they were 3 years old. Aishah & Khadijah enjoyed the socialising and learning, the parties, the games, the music sessions, oh... and of course the concerts. My own pre-school concert graduation was a big hoo haa. I was supposed to mimic playing a guitar, and I was supposed to bring my own. ...

It is now the third day of 2006, there'll be another 362 days of the year for us to go through, InsyaAllah. I ushered in the new year grappling with an issue of love and relationship; over the most-widely used communication of the 21st century (SMS), my friend and me fought over the right to love silently, the right to long for love, and the right to leave love be. It makes me sad that LOVE, the universal bond between all inhabitants of this earth, is now a cause for discontentment between us. The effect of the argument is dramtically embellished by the ushering of the New Year, that was to happen about 24 hours from the time the argument began. There is definite friction, yet there is clearly affection; strangely, and this has been said and noted several times before by other people, it is love, it is affection, it is care that can lead to friction. There is a way to come to an amicable solution; God promised us that. Perhaps in time it will prevail, as love always prevail. Always...