52nd Merdeka

Malaysia will be celebrating its 52nd year of independence on 31 August 2009. That’s 52 years of self-rule, free of the colonial overlords.

I have to stop and think about that for a moment. As someone born, if not in, at least as a citizen of, an already free nation, I take that freedom for granted. We are the masters of our own fate, but who exactly is this “we”? Who are the ones in charge now? Who do we look to for leadership? Where do we get our direction from?

More importantly, who is responsible? We have to stop thinking “someone else”, and start accepting “us” as the answer. What do we want the country to look like? We need to decide, and we need to speak up, and we need to act. We shouldn’t take things for granted. And we need to remember that “we” includes many peoples from many backgrounds. The challenge is taking these differences, allowing for these differences, while still forging ahead as one.

Here’s hoping that we can all be reasonable, be responsible, and move together as one.

1 Ramadhan, 1430H

That’s tomorrow’s date in the hijri calendar, and it marks the start of the fasting month for Muslims. Now since the hijri calendar is (sorta) a lunar calendar, and the start of Ramadhan coincides with the observation of the new moon, the fasting month begins on different days depending on which country you’re in. Some have actually started today, and some won’t start til Sunday.

Ramadhan is the holiest month in the Muslim calendar, promising rewards for the devout Muslim. I won’t go into all that, as I’m hardly the best tutor for the subject. Here in Malaysia, though, Ramadhan also coincides with the most amazing culinary delights of the year. It’s not uncommon for people to feel that you get the best foods during this time of year. From the street bazaars offering the (seemingly) unique Ramadhan and Aidilfitri fare, to the buka puasa buffets in all the top restaurants and hotels, all the best foods Malaysia has to offer make their appearance during this month. Seriously, when else are you going to find lemang in the streets? And that’s just one example.

I definitely go to the pasar Ramadhan whenever I can, to stock up on foods for the breaking of fast, or for sahur the next morning. As for the buffet treats, I haven’t tried many of them. Not that that’s necessarily because I’m at the mosque performing tarawih. Sometimes it’s just too much bother. You definitely have to book for those buka puasa dinners, cos the seats go quickly. And finding a surau for maghrib prayers can sometimes be troublesome.

That’s ok though. I figure I’m not really missing out. I shouldn’t be gorging myself on delicious foods for an hour after a full day of fasting anyway. It’s not healthy. Everything in moderation.

Here we go then. One month – 30 days – of testing your discipline, reflecting on your worthiness, appreciating all that you have, and enriching yourself.

Ramadhan Kareem! Selamat berpuasa!

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Praise for District 9

I watched District 9 over the weekend. For an opening weekend, it didn’t seem well-anticipated. It was even playing in one of the smaller halls at GSC 1 Utama. I’m not sure if the Malaysian public had much awareness about this movie because of the low level of promotion, but I know buzz will grow through word of mouth.

To describe District 9 simply is to call it both Believable and Brilliant. A lot of people will classify this movie as a “sci-fi” movie, but I’d like to qualify that by adding “serious” as a prefix to that descriptor. Special effects are necessary for this movie, but they play a role in allowing the telling of the story, instead of being the focus for the movie. This is the first Star Wars trilogy, not the second (prequel) trilogy, if you get my meaning.

The story of District 9 is original and intriguing. Imagine if an alien ship arrived on Earth, and came to a stop hovering over Johannesburg, South Africa. Now imagine a million aliens on that ship, leaderless, directionless, and suffering like boat-people washed ashore on foreign lands. How would our Governments react?

Fast forward twenty years, and the aliens are now living in a slum outside Johannesburg named – you guessed it! – District 9. There are some blanks to be filled in, and it all makes a sickening kind of sense. You can believe it happening.

Which brings me to my first word to describe the movie: Believable. The movie is presented as a mix of documentary-style footage, complete with interviews of key persons and specialists, and standard-fare footage. So viewers approach District both as a movie, and as a faux documentary. It’s done very well, with smooth edits, and everything is believable. You can see yourself watching a documentary about the aliens that came to Earth, and the controversies that followed. The acting is all of the best standards, including first-time lead actor Sharlto Copley.

This leads to my second word to describe the movie: Brilliant. This truly is a brilliant film, with an original storyline, realistic characters and amazing portrayals, both real and imagined. And lest I forget, the special effects were amazing. The alien tech is on par with the best sci-fi fare out there, and the creature effects were eerily realistic.

Like any good serious sci-fi story, District 9 holds up a mirror to our own nature and forces us to examine our mores, our beliefs, our society. It is easy to feel discouraged by the depravity and shallowness depicted in District 9. And yet, in the end, we are – thankfully – redeemed. Love survives the most horrible circumstances. Respect transcends all boundaries.

I have the greatest respect for this film, and its makers. And though there could be a sequel – District 10 – I hope they don’t make it. I hope they don’t twist this story around.

Tagging photos

Back in the day, before digital cameras, most people would whip out cameras only at special events or while on holiday. That made it easy to remember when and why pictures were taken, since you usually got them in batches of about 30 prints.

And then came the digital camera, which ushered in a whole new culture of photography. With instant results, and no need for expensive developing unless you wanted to, there was no “wastage” factor to consider when snapping a photo. There wasn’t any film to “save” for those special moments. Any moment could be a special moment.

In the beginning, of course, the one thing you were limited by was memory space. But with the ability to instantly review your photo, you could keep on snapping and delete those pictures that didn’t turn out well, ensuring that you had enough memory for the next picture. Now even that limitation is gone, with huge memory cards filling our digital cameras.

Has that led to a deterioration of standards? Maybe.

Has that opened the door to tons of photos you can’t even place any more? Probably.

Take the following picture, taken three years ago. A’isyah’s having fun. I have no idea where we are. Hehe. Just perfect.



I guess I should start tagging my photos.

Time to migrate my Friendster info

When I joined Friendster on a friend’s invite, I thought it would be a neat way to reconnect with old friends. I shared lots of personal info there in my profile info, such as all the schools I’ve been to over the years. I even shared lists of my favourite music, movies, and books. All these items are actually searchable within Friendster, allowing people to search for others who filled in the same information in their profiles. It promises one the ability to connect with others who went to the same schools as you, and who have the same interests as you.

Unfortunately for me, that promise was never fulfilled. Maybe I wasn’t active enough in Friendster. Whatever the case, when an old high school friend sent me an invite to join Facebook in 2007, I was pleasantly surprised that he managed to locate my contact after all those years. And when I joined Facebook, the most amazing thing happened. What I had been hoping for from Friendster, happened on Facebook!

Ever since then, I’ve been using Facebook and have neglected my Friendster account. And I’m not the only one. I even know someone who deleted their Friendster account to focus exclusively on Facebook.

I now value Facebook as a means to keep up-to-date with the goings on of far-flung family and friends. And it helps to maintain a (tenuous, at best) connection with all those people.

So now I’ve decided I might as well bring over all that personal info from Friendster into Facebook. I shared it before, so why not again?