There Must be a Better Way

My first experience with Steve Job's creation was the Apple IIe. My uncle bought a green screened computer and introduced me to the game Flight Simulator. Interestingly the first version was made by Microsoft for Apple. Then followed by the IBM version. It was the closest thing to flying a real plane, apparently. It was too technical and slow. The legendary game, Karateka was the game that got me hooked.

Several years later, I was introduced to the Macintosh at my friend's house. The OS, System 6 was different. A far cry from the DOS on a IBM machine. I was so mesmerized with Dark Castle, a game made with the Macintosh. Several years later, they came out with the PC version but it was just not the same.

Over the next decade, Apple had came out with funky-designed computers like the iMac and iBook. It was pretty but it was also powerful and functional. The OS 9 was a breakthrough in the industry and succeeded by the OS X today. Something that Windows had been struggling to keep up with. (I'm still typing this on a Windows XP, by the way).

Apple strategically diversified into a digital company with the iPod and changed music as a digital platform as we know it today. Then came the iPhones and the iPads.

While I admit that I am not part of the iGeneration herd, except for getting the iPad for my daughter, I have been a great admirer of Steve Jobs. I might be critical on Apple's digital products at how they are merely repackaging and improving features from its competitors. But having the eye to focus and knowing what the users are looking for is what makes Steve Jobs a genius.

"There must be a better way", he said.

I completely agree with him.

Thank you Steve Jobs. As an advocate and passionate fan of Technology, I am very sad that the most innovative and visionary man of our time is no longer with us.

May you rest in peace.

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Steve Jobs. 1955-2011

 

Redefining Yuna

(As appeared on TheMalaysianInsider.com, Sept 14 2011)

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I first heard her vocals through a song being played on the radio while stuck in Friday evening traffic. Jazz acoustic infused sounds. Not your typical Malay number. Intriguing indeed.

I didn’t know what the song title was nor who sang it. What I do know is that the song was played over and over again on the radio for the next few coming months. Needless to say, the song “Dan Sebenarnya” went on to propel her presence in the local music industry.

Yunalis Zarai (Yuna) is one of the very few Malaysian female singer-songwriters today, apart from Zee Avi (who is based in the US), Liyana Fizi and Ana Raffali. All of them play the guitar and play them well too.

Those who read my rants on social media would testify that I was always critical about Yuna and the number of accolades she won locally. She has a huge fan base despite her songs being different from the usual Malay tunes.

I attributed that to Yuna’s hijab, which I believe to be a soft-spot factor for the Malay listeners. I have heard her other songs through YouTube and MP3s. They were well, different and different is good.

But good does not necessarily mean great. Although I felt Yuna is able to show much more beyond the hijab-wearing-guitar-slingin’ image which became a trend, of course. I knew she is smarter and I was waiting for her next move.

This New York Post article changed my views on Yuna (picture). The international market seems to recognise her talent. She was even dubbed Fiona Apple 2.0.

Although sceptical, I applauded her decision to be based in the US, surrounded by good producers and industry professionals. The experience would do her good. Just look at Zee Avi.

From various sources, I quietly followed Yuna’s progress. She performed in New York’s Mercury Lounge and several other influential venues and radio stations. And there was that Russell Simmons comment on how her music is incredible.

Yuna also produced her EP there. If you look on YouTube, you could find cover of her songs being played by Americans — no joke.

Early last month, my sister asked if I would like to watch Yuna Live at the Dewan Filharmonik Petronas. I said, “Yes”.

Yuna promised to wear a dress if she played to a sold-out crowd last night. She wore a slim blue dress, topped with an Erykah Badu-like head accessory. I really thought she looked pretty.

She opened the night with a fairly catchy, organic number to the delight of her fans. I felt that Yuna’s rapport with the audience could be improved. It may have been quite familiar to those who have been to her casual gigs.

I’m not suggesting she should be an uptight, pretentious diva but a rather refined, polished Yuna would suit the venue. She shared songs from her US EP, as well as a cover of Nirvana’s “Come As You Are”, which was absolutely brilliant.

“Decorate”, which is essentially her anthem, was deep and pure as any song can be.

The experimental Fears and Frustrations, which was derived from the influence of her favourite band, Portishead; I liked that one.

Most people would probably discount my opinion since I’m not from the music industry. But I do believe that there are distinct differences in her US and locally produced songs. Sound is a key factor. A good sound will turn heads of music moguls. Just ask Russell Simmons.

I truly believe Yuna genuinely has a great opportunity to shine in the international market. She needs to constantly surprise sceptics like me who secretly admire her for true grit and determination.

Talent itself is never enough. But she knows that. I look forward to her next Dewan Filharmonik performance, and hope that it will be as the one I saw: refined, polished, classy and, hopefully, something to be truly remembered.

 

Today, We Remember The Storyteller

I posted this 2 years ago on my old blog site.

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the storyteller

i never knew yasmin personally. nor have i worked with her in the advertising world or film industry. there was a time that she was seated across me at a starbucks. i was alone and she was in what looked like a pre-production discussion for the film talentime (since pamela chong was also there). i was awe strucked somehow and secretly hoped she would spot me for an extra role or anything! of course the only thing we managed to achieve was to exchange smiles at each other. good enough.

i do know of her from her amazing creative work of tv commercials, copywriting and films. what makes me remember most about yasmin is her ability to pick out the many little things of a malaysian life and tell a compelling story to us all. stories that were told by our parents, friends and strangers. stories that we are part of everyday in our lives. no other creative director, in my opinion was able to do so beautifully as how yasmin did.

and then she moved on to films. sepet was her first film i watched. i thought it was refreshingly different. and spoke about it for months after that. and then gubra came along. which thus proved yasmin to be the bravest among all to have broken the silence in a country full of denial. the scene that captivated me the most in gubra is when the bilal (played by namron) who patted an ill stray dog on his way to the surau for subuh prayers. as it turned out, the film received harsh critics from those mindless morons who call themselves ‘film makers’. the truth is, these morons are not brave enough to touch on subjects of religion, race and morality in their so-called films. they lamented on the fact that yasmin’s only reason to make films was to win awards. and won she did from a string of international accolades. and in doing so, she proved that her work was far beyond of pleasing the masses and raking in money at the box office. and there are many of those who appreciate her work. my sister is one her biggest fan. she took the trouble to fly down to singapore to watch her film ‘mualaf’ since the film was banned here. why ban? that could take another blog post to ramble on.

i feel a great loss as we speak right now. gone to soon, the storyteller who told stories with simple honesty, wit and sheer class. she was a sentimental. an idealist who only dreams of an ideal malaysia. way before the 1Malaysia rhetorical political slogan is even thought of. without racial prejudice, class segregation and mutual religious respect among us. she advocates pure love and the essence of family virtues and the values of kindness. she merely reminded us of how beautiful life can be.

so tell me, who can tell those stories now?
rest in peace, yasmin ahmad. for your life and work will be celebrated by your beloved family, true friends and those who believed in you.

Al-Fatihah.

 

Happy Birthday Ramli Komando

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For the past few weeks, we have been meeting some of your good friends who told us how they missed you terribly. They told us stories of your kindness and generosity towards the unfortunate ones. How you were committed in sending an ill friend for medical check-ups periodically. How he can't seem to comprehend that you are no longer with us. Your friends often weep whenever they spoke about you and reminisce the road trips you took with them. Your brother called us yesterday and he broke down as well. It is durian season in his orchard and you would be the first one to be there.

You were their big brother. Their pillar of strength. You were our father and good friend. We choose to remember you in your best and happiest moment.

Happy Birthday Ramli Komando. May Allah bless your soul.

Al-Fatihah

One Week After Bersih 2.0

(This article appeared on The Malaysian Insider, SideViews, July 16 2011)

It's been a week since the Bersih 2.0 rally took place on July 9. We have read many accounts of this historical event through various channels and platforms. There were mixed sentiments that came with it. Bersih 2.0 was dubbed as the rally of the social media age. When government controlled mainstream media proved to be lopsided, most of us turned to independent news portal, blog sites and social media platform. #Bersih became a global trending topic on Twitter on days leading up to the day and long after it. As expected the international media picked up the news from Bersih 2.0 and gave a balanced view on the situation. Some had also compared the present Malaysian administration to the former Egyptian president, Hosni Mubarak who was toppled not too long ago. I will not go as far but yes, anything is possible with a strong and clear conviction. Power to the people.

Speaking of conviction, a day before the rally, I had a conversation with a good friend about Bersih. While he quietly supported the cause, he lamented on the fact that most Malaysians will not go beyond this rally to see the true desired outcome. He has witnessed too many of us who speak about our heart's intent passionately but when it comes to crunch time, few would have the conviction to lead and most would just be merely blind followers. The manifestations are often shortlived and disappear slowly. There is no consistency to support progress. What we normally see are political opportunists who piggy-ride on the popularity of a people based mass movement to push their political agendas. Distasteful yet all too true.

Do we blame the Bersih 2.0 organizer for opening the doors for the opposition parties to join the rally? Do we blame them for thinking that by opening the doors it could bring the much needed 'mass' to the rally last Saturday? Perhaps. You might have heard that this rally brought down Malaysians of all races, religion and background. It was absolutely true. I was down there and what I saw was beyond anyone's expectations - let alone the Goverment. And I truly have reasons to believe that the people who marched were of no political party affiliations. They were down there by their own conscience and conviction who came together on a single act of solidarity. How many you might ask? I am no mathematician to gauge numbers but yes, they came flocking by the thousands flooding the roads of Kuala Lumpur. A sight to behold indeed.

Ten years ago this phenomena was probably unheard of, especially when the government declared such rally as illegitimate. People were very weary of being called defiant or ungrateful back then. They will not risk their stakes and family if they were caught by the authorities. While some detractors might have the same concerns, I am proud to say that Malaysians have shifted their mindset today. July 9 was a testament of this. As I walked down the streets of Petaling Street and the adjoining streets, I bumped into CEOs, professionals, homemakers, activists, NGO workers, young and old - Malaysians who walked because they believed their conscience. It was a choice that they make and never judged others who decided to stay home.

In the past week, I have indulged myself in the post-rally tales of trials and tribulations. Equally appalling and entertaining. Let us not touch on those who believed that the rally will never took place if Tun Mahathir was still the prime minister. Forgive them as they are perfect product specimens that he had created. A paradox some might say. Then there was the sympathetic photograph of Anwar Ibrahim who was allegedly shot directly with a tear gas gun, lying in the hospital bed with IV drip running on his arm. He is still hopeful that the people will fight his aspirations for him. You also have clueless 'expat' workers who became instant members of Patriot, the counter group to Bersih. But what irks me the most are the holier than thou armchair critics who judged us who came down to the rally, claiming the rally's method was unislamic and laced with Jewish influence. How Muslims are not aware of being lured into the trap set by the enemy of Islam - Kafirs. I engaged these lot with trolling questions just to rile them up, making a conclusion that they were indeed Malay superior bigots who cloak themselves as moderate intelligentsias. To me, they are more dangerous than PERKASA or Obedient Wive's Club.

But let us put things into perspective and priority. Let it be clear that Bersih 2.0 was an exercise of democracy that demanded free and fair elections (among other unsaid matters). Personally, I would like to know how that is progressing. Apparently the 8 point demands brought by National Laureate, Datuk A. Samad Said did not make it to the King. So what is the next step? Is Bersih taking a proactive effort to start electoral reform awareness programmes? Work with existing NGOs on pushing for voter's registration and education? Will there be another rally? If so, will it still be marred by political parties? Will Patriot work with Bersih as they so kindly offered before the rally?

Or is this just going to be another one hit wonder that will just dissapear like a Twitter trending topic?

We, the people are waiting.

Why Do Malaysians March?

By Yeo Yang Poh. Sun2Surf.com. August 3, 2009

WHY march, when the government has said that it will review the Internal Security Act? Why march, when there are other very cosy ways of giving your views and feedback?

One would understand if these were questions posed by nine-year-olds. But they are not. They are questions posed by the prime minister of this nation we call our home. Answer we must. So, why?

Because thousands who died while in detention cannot march or speak any more. That is why others have to do it for them.

Because persons in the corridors of power, persons who have amassed tremendous wealth and live in mansions, and persons who are in the position to right wrongs but won’t, continue to rule our nation with suffocating might. And they certainly would not march. They would prevent others from marching.

Because the have-nots, the sidelined, the oppressed, the discriminated and the persecuted have no effective line to the powerful.

Because the nice ways have been tried ad nauseam for decades, but have fallen on deaf ears.

Because none of the major recommendations of Suhakam (including on peaceful assembly), or of the commissions of inquiry, has been implemented. Because the proposed Independent Police Complaints and Misconduct Commission (IPCMC) is not in sight, while corruption and insecurity live in every neighbourhood; and (despite reasoned views expressed ever so nicely in opposition) Rela (people’s volunteer corps) is being brought in to make matters even worse.

The proponents in “Su Qiu” (remember them?) were not marchers. In fact it is hard to find nicer ways than “su qiu”, because the term means “present and request” or “inform and request”. In terms of putting forward a view or a request, it is the height of politeness. Yet they were labelled “extremists” – they who did not march.

And now you ask, why march?

Because you gave non-marchers a false name! You called them the “silent majority”, who by virtue of their silence (so you proudly argued with twisted logic) were supporters of government policies since they were not vocal in raising objections. You claimed to be protecting the interest of the “silent majority”. Now some of them do not want to be silent anymore, and you are asking why?

Yes, because double standards and hypocrisy cannot be covered up or explained away forever; and incompetence cannot be indefinitely propped up by depleting resources.

Because cronyism can only take care of a few people, and the rest will eventually wake up to realise the repeated lies that things were done in certain ways purportedly “for their benefit”.

Because the race card, cleverly played for such a long time, is beginning to be seen for what it really is – a despicable tool to divide the rakyat for easier political manipulation.

Because it does not take much to figure out that there is no good reason why Malaysia, a country with abundant human resources and rich natural resources, does not have a standard of living many times higher than that of Singapore, an island state with no natural resources and that has to import human resources from Malaysia and elsewhere.

Because, in general, countries that do not persecute marchers are prosperous or are improving from their previous state of affairs, and those that do are declining.

Because Gandhi marched, Mandela marched, Martin Luther King marched, and Tunku Abdul Rahman marched.

Because more and more people realise that peaceful assemblies are no threat at all to the security of the nation, although they are a threat to the security of tenure of the ruling elite.

Because politicians do not mean it when they say with a straight face or a smile that they are the servants and that the people are the masters. No servant would treat his master with tear gas, batons and handcuffs.

Because if the marchers in history had been stopped in their tracks, places like India, Malaysia and many others would still be colonies today, apartheid would still be thriving in South Africa, Nelson Mandela would still be scribbling on the walls of Cell 5, and Obama would probably be a slave somewhere in Mississippi plotting to make his next midnight dash for the river.

And because liberty, freedom and dignity are not free vouchers posted out to each household.

They do not come to those who just sit and wait. They have to be fought for, and gained.

And if you still want to ask: why march; I can go on and on until the last tree is felled. But I shall
obviously not.

I will end with the following lines from one of the songs sung in the 1960s by civil rights marchers in the US, without whom Obama would not be able to even sit with the whites in a bus, let alone reside in the White House:

“It isn’t nice to block the doorway
It isn’t nice to go to jail
There are nicer ways to do it
But the nice ways have all failed
It isn’t nice; it isn’t nice
You’ve told us once, you’ve told us twice
But if that’s freedom’s price
We don’t mind …”

The Full Circle. Almost.

I ran the Standard Chartered (Half) Marathon last Sunday. More like walk. A long, painful walk. My decision to sign up for the half marathon because I knew for certain I do not have enough bandwith to run the full monty with the demands of my day job. It turned out that I do not even have the time to even put in the mileage for 21km. So I showed up that morning with the aim of just completing the race in the same time when I did my first half marathon 2 years ago.

The plan was to run at a manageable pace with Lotfi, my old family friend who apparently got inspired to run by me. She has improved leaps and bounds since she started earlier this year too. I struggled in the first 3km - read 3. We walked and restarted again after a while. We started to chat to take the mind off the humid weather that morning. We walked again and a big dude passed by us. I told Lotfi that he was my yardstick. If he can beat me to finish line - I'm screwed. (He didn't, of course - I overtook him at the last 5km). Lotfi also spotted a similar big dudette whom she made her yardstick. So the deal was whatever happens, they cannot be ahead of us. We shuffled ahead of them again until we had a reasonable lead. Took a breather at a water station and the cheeky dudette sneaked ahead of us. Lotfi was poised not to let her go. I told her to leave me as I was obviously dragging her back. She darted ahead. I went to run-walk mode, still trying to make sense of it all. At the halfway mark, every part of my body was resisting. It did not matter if I had ran 2 full marathons before. If you were not prepared before a race then you will suffer. I was. But having ran 2 full marathons will also make you harder in the head. Call it willpower, mental strength, peserverence, persistency or just bloody ego - your legs will soldier on beyond the pain treshold. Run, walk or crawl - whatever it takes to reach the finish line. I knew this race route well enough that I was a little bit discracted by the Nasi Kandar Ibrahmsha joint on Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman, 500m from the finish. I run to eat. Everyone knows that. I had a pleasant surprise of having my good friend Rafai (with Suzie and Abby) who waited (patiently) for me. Rafai then ran with me through to the finish line. I hope he will enter a race of any distance one fine day so I can run with him all the way :)

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I have always appreciated my friends who would run with me in the final kilometres of any race I participated. It can get pretty lonely and looney being a regular rear ender of a race. I've never really thanked all of them, so here goes: Ishsal, Zabrina & Julie - KL (Half) Marathon 2009. Rafiq Khan (Upiq) and Adeline Lee - PD Triathlon 2009. Senn Lai - who stood by my side the entire 42km - Singapore Marathon 2009. Kash Kashiri - KL Marathon 2010. Speaking of Kash, I would like to pay tribute to this amazing woman whom I am proud to call a friend. Kash is not your average working mom. She had ran multiple marathons and 2 Ultramarathons. The 84km Sundown Marathon 2010 and very recently, the 100km Ultramarathon in Singapore. You can read her account here. Kash is one of my running inspirations. She's one of the reasons I keep running. Kash, the Malaysian Singaporean will be leaving this land she calls home for 5 years back to Singapore. She's a tough kooky and I know she'll be back someday :)

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This 21km took more toll and pain from the two previous 42km. Perhaps it's time to make some much needed shifts to get things back in order and happier. Recently my brother in law, Wak passed away from a heart attack. It was a shocking news to all of us. Wak was the most generous person I knew in the family. Infact, he reminded me a lot of my late father in law. They both had similar personalities. Simple and likeable people. Wak was the kind of person who would go about doing his own things, minding his own business. He had a construction company. He was always into building things. A smart and a resourceful man he was. I was told that he would normally work late into the night and wake up at ridiculously early hours in the morning. He wasn't big but he was a smoker for as long as I can remember him. Despite all that, Wak chose to celebrate every moment of his life, held closely with his loved ones. Farewell Wak. You will be missed dearly.

Wak's sudden demise reminded me of how fragile any of us can be. Most of us get high aiming for a faster marathon while gunning for that top level spot in our corporate day job. For some of us, we move along at our own pace and sometimes still struggling to find relevance in what we do. There is a place for everyone in Paradise as someone commented on my Facebook status. But more importantly - you have to strive to sleep enough, eat well, workout more, work smart and Godwilling you'll be healthier and happier. And that is not an overrated phrase either.

See you at the next race ;)