Teknologi Maklumat Terkini

I was inspired by DNAS’s latest posting which is in malay, I shall try as much as I can to use pure malay in this posting. However, I cannot recall the malay version of technology, as the malays were backwards until they learnt the word “technology”:

Duduk aku di sini sambil menatap layar komputer ini dan mula mengimbau akan kegunaan teknologi maklumat semasa kempen pilihanraya umum yang baru lepas. Ini menunjukkan bahawa cara para calon berceramah tidak lagi terhad kepada ceramah umum yang sering kita lihat.

Saya mula menggunakan sebuah komputer pada tahun 1982; ketika itu kami di Sekolah Melayu Jalan Stesen di Kuala Kangsar sedang dalam percubaan untuk menubuhkan kelab komputer kami sendiri. Di antara komputer terawal yang kami gunakan adalah dari jenis Sinclair ZX Spectrum yang mempunyai ingatan-baca sahaja sebanyak 16 ribu byte (16KB) dan memerlukan kami menggunakan bahasa BASIC. Dengan komputer tersebutlah kami membuat tatacara-tatacara dalam bahasa tersebut dan menghantar satu salinan tatacara tersebut kepada penerbit majalah komputer di Kerajaan Bersatu. Biasanya salinan tersebut dibuat menggunakan susunan lewah cakera bebas seperti pita kaset yang biasa dapat dilihat sehingga awal tahun 1990-an.

Kemudian, sekitar tahun 1984, semasa saya melanjutkan pengajian saya di Kerajaan Bersatu saya telah membeli sebuah komputer rumah jenis Commodore 64 yang mempunyai ingatan baca sahaja sebanyak 64 ribu byte (64KB). Untuk bermain sebarang permainan, anda memerlukan sebuah batang ria untuk mengendalikan permainan tersebut.

Kini, komputer rumah adalah berjuta kali ganda lebih berkuasa daripada apa yang pernah saya perolehi lebih suku abad yang lalu. Ia juga boleh melakukan tugasan pelbagai dan memudahkan kerja seseorang pengguna di samping menjadi lebih mesra pengguna.

Walau bagaimanapun, saya kini sedang menulis cataring ini dari sebuah kedai kopi siber di Subang Jaya kerana saya telah berjaya merosakkan sebanyak dua buah komputer peribadi jenis buku catitan dalam masa 3 bulan. Itu mungkin merupakan satu kejayaan peribadi yang tidak bangun membuat, malah bangun kena buat.

Apa-apapun, saya amat berharap agar Jazzmatazzed tidak terkencing membaca cataring ini.

Sekian, alif ba ta wassalammu.

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Translations:

Ingatan-Baca-Sahaja – Read-Only Memory (ROM)

Tatacara-Tatacara – Programs

Kerajaan Bersatu – United Kingdom

Susunan Lewah Cakera Bebas – Redundant Arrays of Inexpensive Disks (RAID)

Komputer Rumah – Home Computer

Tugasan Pelbagai – Multitasking

Pengguna – User

Mesra Pengguna – User Friendly

Cataring – Blog

Kedai Kopi Siber – Cybercafe

Buku Catitan – Notebook

Bangun Membuat – Active

Bangun Kena Buat – Passive

On The Other Side Of The Fence

I wrote this on one of UMNO forums today, in light of the massive defeat of the BN in the 12th General Elections:

For the first time in most our our lives, we are now an Opposition in what we have always believed to be “our safe state.” PJ Utara is now dominated by the Opposition…and even the MCA giant like Chew Mei Fun has crumbled. At 4pm when I went to SS2, I met Chew Mei Fun’s polling agent, Stevie Ho Leh Jan, who is a personal friend of mine, at the voting center, and he told me only 15.9% had turned out a at 2pm. My original reading nationally was 46% for BN, 16% for the Opposition, and 38% undecided. When the turnout figure changed drastically between 3pm to 5pm, I knew that the silent 38% were out to speak out with deafening silence.

In many areas, the BK5 process failed, our perayu undi failed, our K10 failed – we did not do our work properly, and we were eager to show good results and process to the former MB, just to please him, but failed to read the underlying current. We became complacent and hardly went out to woo voters thinking, “It’s an MCA seat, so we don’t have to work so hard.” As Chaucer would have said, “Padan dengan muka. (serves you right)”

Looking at the results of the whole nation’s elections process, I belive PKR has only made it because it has this pact with the DAP. The DAP is the real champ in this sense. The BN = Barang Naik war cry of the PKR only appeals to the urban malays and less-informed chinese; it was more the DAP’s “Let’s vote for change” and “A vote for MCA is a vote for UMNO” banners that made the impact.

We hit back in Penang and said that “A vote for DAP is a vote for PAS”; so the chinese stayed away from voting PAS but gave DAP and PKR their vote.

Sad to say, but as what I have been saying all along, political chauvinism is NOT the way to win votes. Going back to the issue of Klang Municipal councillors from the MCA refusing to wear the exhorbitantly expensive robes for meetings, or the RM2K baju melayu/baju kurung; and the state UMNO’s reaction, ws the start to it all. All this I have written here 4-5 years ago, but went unheeded. We always speak of “Ketuanan Melayu”: that other races have no right to question us and that our rights should be respected; but we always forget the fact that respect is to be earned and commanded; respect cannot be demanded or forced upon. The chinese, too, pay taxes as we do, and deserve the same rights and privileges that we malays enjoy.

The non-malays post May-1969 may understand the need to address socio-economic gaps, but 40 years on, again as I have mentioned several times here and during meetings, that we malays should learn to do away with being spoon-fed, and do away with inequalities in our policies. There are certain aspects that can be protected, but in the end it is always we ourselves that complain about the malays Ali Baba-ing contracts out to the chinese. And we always fail to point to ourselves of our incompetencies, because of our chauvinistic attitude.

We say that we, as Muslims, earn the right to buikd osques and suraus everywhere, and allow the Christians to build churches in a housing area only if the housing area is of a certain acreage; but our developers will always circumvent this requirement by developing housing areas that have less acreage, leaving the Christians with no choice but to rent shoplots and convert them into small assemblies. How Islamic is that when Muhammad (pbuh) himself decreed that Muslim soldiers, after facing the Romans, should help rebuild and repair damaged churches in areas held by the Muslims?

We claim to have a coalition with our non-malay partners; but what we actually have is a coalition where we tell each other, “You do what you want to do and do not step on us, but we have the right to step all over you.” Can you blame the chinese for rejecting the MCA and GERAKAN for this?

Last year, I was called back from semi-retirement to help out in Ijok where, although is a malay majority area, the Indian community call the shots. We parachuted in an Indian candidate to defend the seat against PKR’s malay. The Indians were in the unenviable position of being politically-marginalised both by the local MIC, and also by the other community members. The malays however, did not want to see another Indian candidate. I had to go from house to house to address grouses, versus the original plan of asking me to give ceramahs. I was glad that Saudara Asrul, with the blessing of Saudara Azli, with a few more members of the Pemuda UMNO PJU, could help me, learnt the ropes, and conducted the same process on their own having watched me on two occassions.

We won Ijok. And because we felt safe, and complacent, and because someone agreed to let a friend run for elections there, decided to remove the Indian representative there back to Kuala Selangor and put a malay in an already divided malay community; and failed to read the situation in the field. No thanks to, again, our political-chauvinism that caused the HINDRAF to react, the Hindus felt they have been taken for a ride when they had to give up their MIC seat to UMNO, and decided to vote against the BN. You can look at the figures and see for yourself that it was the Indian votes, coupled with the anti-UMNO malays, and the chinese who voted for change, that caused the demise of BN in Ijok.

UMNO will have to wake up. The malays can no longer think that they own this land. Around 70 percent of the current voters were all Malaysian-born, and do not remember what May 1969 was all about. They can no longer be swayed by the appearance of steamrollers and hard-working JKR contractors tarring the roads and so on. The malays will have to have a retrospection and see where they now stand after 40 years of being spoon-fed like spastics.

If UMNO wants to remain relevant, it should stop fighting only for the cause of the malays. Maybe Dato’ Onn Jaafar’s original idea of forming UMNO was right – it was meant to be a party for all races.

But chauvinism almost killed it.

Condolence

It’s 1.55am.

40 minutes ago I received an SMS from Hazyr informing me that her grandfather had passed away.

Condolence to the family. Be strong. He’s in a better place now and doesn’t suffer anymore.

al-Fathihah.

Your Car Or Not?

Imagine this being a taxi

Cars.

You see them all the time.

You see young punks driving Mercedes, BMWs and so on, and they look all too young to own such a vehicle.

Most drive daddy’s car to impress girls; and the girls will drive mummy’s car for a girls-night-out.

I was labeled as a anak Tan Sri Third Class by this girl who wanted to date me, because I took her on a date going on BMWs (Bas Mini Wilayah) and eat seafood at Benteng. I just cannot see myself driving my father’s Mercedes too woo girls. It is akin to screwing a girl using a dildo because my dick is not up to it.

Then you get politicians, the malay ones especially, who would drive a Mercedes, as a show of status, so much so that someone asked me to buy one. I pointed to my Proton Saga and said, “It has 5 wheels too, and it’s fully paid for.” I can say the same thing about my Naza Ria now. I don’t owe any bank for it, and I certainly do not have any headaches thinking where to scrounge for money to pay the monthly installments. So I also said to them, Mercedes have been used as taxis in Malaysia, and elsewhere. If I wanted a posh car, I’d get me a BMW 735i, something you don’t see with a charge meter inside anywhere else.

That was until I went to Geneva…

At least I have never seen a Naza Ria as a taxi.

The One I Did Not Get To Sing

I did not get to sing this song as requested because the band did not have the score for this song. So here’s the dedication, ten days later:

THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT – FRANK SINATRA

Some day, when I’m awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you…
And the way you look tonight.

Yes you’re lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart…
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.

Lovely … Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won’t you please arrange it ?
‘Cause I love you … Just the way you look tonight.

Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night.

Selamat Menyambut HUT TD Ke-75

Malaysian Army

I’m sorry this date passed by me when I was in Tioman. But here’s wishing all my Malaysian army friends in here a happy 75th anniversary.

The army has always been the backbone of the Malaysian Armed Forces, and is a battle proven force. However, I am quite disturbed after listening to a ceramah organised by an opposition political party that tried to emphasise a fallacy that Chin Peng, the leader of the now-defunct Communist Party of Malaya, was one of those freedom fighters who was also responsible in bringing about the Independence of Malaya.

Let it be known to the members of the civilian population, and present members of the Armed Forces. History is for us to remember and learn from. If ever was the CPM a part of the force for independence, it would have been during the Japanese Occupation of Malaya from 1942 through September 1945. Pre-war years saw the CPM in acts of sabotaging the economy and was bent on setting up a communist government in Malaya. That was its primary role, through and throughout.

Many citizens would probably remember the Malayan Emergency (1948-1960), but few would remember the men of the Malaysian security forces (Armed Forces and Police, malay, chinese, Indian and other races alike) who fought the communist menace during the Second Emergency (1968-1989). Who was Chin Peng then but the director of such horrendous acts committed by the members of the CPM. Tell the police, who lost 16 men in one ambush in the Kinta Forest Reserve; the Army who lost countless more; and the Air Force who lost a helicopter and crew in Gubir; that Chin Peng fought for the Independence of Malaya.

I am sickened by people who try to twist history at the sake of those whom have fought gallantly to preserve the independence and peace of this nation, just to gain some sympathetic race-based votes.

Sick bastards.

A Poetic Trip To Tioman

The weather that day was all amix
But that wasn’t stopping me from getting my fix
I was adamant on getting back underwater
No matter the odds, come what may, whatever

Cloudy evening at Salang

That night I drank without going to pee
At Salang’s best local Kedai Kopi
The coffee served was black and made people dizzy
The tea was coloured light ana a little bit foamy

Coffee

The next day the main group arrived
Looking like a bunch of people who have never dived
Some looked perky while some looked well
Some were totally seasick because of the swell

Soyak reef was the first dive site
Although the surge was strong the dive was alright
I was happy with what Soyak had to show
One of which is this little guy below

Chromodoris coi at Soyak

Next we went to dive the Salang wreck
Teeming with life is a matter of fact
I took photos as so did the rest
But mine will never come out to be the best

Bubble coral

The boat sailed back to the Salang jetty
The waves were big and none too pretty
But no matter how bad or how big the fright
The day ended with this beautiful sight

Soyak Island

The boat chugged away towards Tiger Reef first
Some people were puking out their breakfast
The waves were big with the oncoming tide
The boat pitched then rolled side to side

Flag flying over Labas

The viz was not great and the surge was strong
But nothing a good dive can ever be wrong
There was plenty to spot and plenty to see
Like this little green Nembrotha milleri

Nembrotha milleri at Tiger Reef

I wasn’t being gung-ho nor was I being brash
I decided to take photos without using my flash
To say that it looks like Sipadan isn’t a comment that’s fair
But there were Yellowtailed Barracudas swimming everywhere

Sphyraena flavicauda at Tiger Reef

Then we went to one of my favourites at last
A little rocky outcrop that people call Labas
Although we skipped the swimthroughs there was plenty to see
Including this little guy whose name eludes me

Chromodoris sp. at Labas

The dive had almost ended as did the camera’s battery
I turned off my flash and switched to the cheap LED
Then I spotted something familiar to me
It was a beautiful Hypselodoris bullockii

Hypselodoris bullockii at Labas

At 30 meters at Sawasdee I saw this little shrimp
It may be small but I doubt it’s a wimp
Suddenly it looked beautiful I thought I was narc’ed
But you all know even if I was I would never give a f**k

Cleaner Shrimp at Sawasdee Wreck

My dive computer screamed foul, my dive time was running low
I had to commence my stops fast by ascending real slow
A shadow above me gave me a cause for alarm
Another figure doing deco stops – it was Bulu Dalam

Deepblu doing his deco stops

Thus endeth my diveth ’twas time to return
To terra firma rich with lizards and fern
Diving makes me look like a junkie high on dope
But it’s my only key to sanity, the bringer of hope

Fisherman DC's dive boat and Tioman

Night fell upon Salang, in the sky looms a cloud
Even with the threat of rain the night owls were out
All the divers were there and partied at best
While poor Nofarndiver and Miezegreat had to finish their test

Salang jetty at night

The crowd was dancing, the bass kept the beat
On a cool night the crowd could feel the heat
And A.J the towkay Kedai Kopi let the music out of the bag
With all the money he’s earned he should buy a new flag

A.J's flagpole rag

There were myriads of activities being done on the last night
Some were dancing, some were drinking heavy and light
With A.J’s ghetto blaster playing the latest cuts
There were still people who preferred playing cards

Cards session

So there have you my trip-report poem posting
You should all get back to work else your job won’t be ever-lasting
For now the bars of Salang will be silent, no one to ring the bells
So have a nice day, people, somewhere else

Have a nice day - somewhere else