"Do You Have Skype?" (And Other Questions We Used to Ask Before Video Calling Got Complicated)
I attended an online meeting on Zoom recently, and I’ll admit it—I left the session feeling a little bit lost.
When did video calling become so complicated? There are shiny new buttons everywhere, AI companions trying to take notes for me, and endless settings menus just to get your microphone to behave. It made me nostalgic for a few years back when I used Zoom for an NGO meeting with David Gray and the Curlew trust. Back then, it felt straightforward: you clicked a link, you smiled, you talked. Now, it feels like navigating a spaceship.
It got me thinking about how quickly the landscape shifts, and how many of us are actually keeping up.
Remember the days when the ultimate tech question was, "Do you have Skype?" Before it became a verb to "Zoom" someone, we were all adjusting our bulky external webcams, waiting for that iconic, bubbly Skype ringtone to connect us across the miles. And if we want to go even further back, who remembers the absolute glory days of Yahoo! Messenger? We didn’t even have full video calling back then—just fuzzy webcam feeds that refreshed every three seconds while we typed ASL? in a chat box.
Today, we have a million different ways to connect at a distance:
- WhatsApp: The undisputed king for quick, chaotic family catch-ups.
- Zoom: Great for big events, but increasingly packed with corporate bells and whistles that everyday users don't need.
- Google Meet: The one I haven’t tried yet, though I hear it’s much simpler because it runs right inside your web browser without needing a heavy app download.
With so many platforms thrown at us, it begs the question: How many of us actually know how to use them anymore? Or are we all just clicking "Join Meeting" and praying our camera background isn't accidentally set to a tropical beach?
I think I’m going to give Google Meet a try for my next digital get-together. If it’s as clean and simple as people say, it might just save me from another bout of "new feature" fatigue.
How about you? Do you have a favorite way to connect, or do you secretly miss the simple ping of Yahoo! Messenger?
TESSA YUSOFF
23 May 2026
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The Melody of Memory: How Music Stores the Grief of Losing a Parent
Grief doesn’t always knock on the front door with a loud, unmistakable bang. Most of the time, it slips in through the back window, completely uninvited, carried on the wings of a random melody.
Recently, a friend of mine posted a few songs that remind him of his late father. It was a simple gesture, yet it set off a chain reaction in my own mind. Out of nowhere, the dramatic, swelling notes of Celine Dion’s "It’s All Coming Back to Me Now" began to play in my head. It wasn’t a song I consciously associated with loss, but the mind works in mysterious ways when it wants to remind us of what we’ve lost.
It made me wonder: What is the soundtrack to our grief? Which songs hold the keys to the memories of our parents?
For me, the song that instantly pulls back the curtain on that old, familiar ache is Christina Aguilera’s "Hurt." It is a brutally honest track. Every time I hear it, it mirrors a very specific, deeply personal conflict—the lifelong journey of trying to please a father. It captures the heavy, lingering question mark that many of us are left with after a parent passes: Did I do enough? Did I make him proud? Did he know how hard I tried? The song doesn't offer easy answers, which is precisely why it resonates so deeply.
Music has always been the ultimate vessel for this kind of sorrow. Even the most gifted singer-songwriters, people who possess the words the rest of us struggle to find, turn to music to process the exact same pain. David Gray wrote his hauntingly beautiful track "The One I Love" in the wake of his own father’s passing. When he sings about the world moving on while a piece of your heart remains frozen, he is speaking a universal language of bereavement.
The truth is, we all have sadness stored somewhere in our hearts.
We build lives around our losses. We step into the roles of adulthood, manage our careers, take care of our families, and navigate the daily rush of the world. We become experts at looking "fine." But grief isn’t gone; it is simply archived. It sits quietly in the background until a specific chord progression, a certain raspy vocal, or a familiar lyrics pulls it back into the light.
Perhaps that isn't a bad thing. Maybe these songs are a bridge. They allow us to step out of our busy realities for just three or four minutes, to sit with the ghosts of our past, to feel the love and the longing all over again, and to remember that we are never truly alone in our forgetting, or our remembering.
What about you? Is there a song that instantly brings the memory of your mother or father back to life?
TESSA YUSOFF
21 May 2026
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40 Cents More: What Dennis Locorriere’s Passing Taught Me About Time, Technology, and Heartbreak
The news caught me by surprise this morning. Dennis Locorriere, the legendary frontman of Dr. Hook, has passed away at 76. It is the kind of news that instantly halts the rush of the present and forces you to look backward. For a moment, I wasn't sitting at my desk dealing with the daily grind; I was a kid again, back in the small town where I was born.
Hearing his voice again in my mind took me straight back to those slow, sun-drenched afternoons after school.
The Era of Vinyl and Teenage Idols
Growing up in a small town, our entertainment was simple but deeply felt. After school, the ritual was always the same: we would gather around the record player. My elder sisters completely ran the soundtrack of our living room back then, and their hearts belonged entirely to the likes of David Cassidy and Dr. Hook.
While I watched them swoon over the album covers, certain songs carved a permanent home in my own heart.
"When You’re in Love with a Beautiful Woman" – A song that, to a young girl, felt like magic. It made you imagine a future where you felt so beautiful that men would form throngs just begging for your love. It was glamorous, dramatic, and intensely cinematic.
"Sylvia’s Mother" – The ultimate heartbreak ballad.
But it’s a specific line from Sylvia’s Mother that hits differently today:
"And the operator says, 'Forty cents more for the next three minutes...'"
From Public Payphones to Pockets
That single line is a time capsule. It vividly reminds us of the phones we used to have in the old days.
In the 1980s, public payphones weren’t just convenience boxes; they were essential community lifelines. Long before mobile devices existed, if you wanted to connect, you had to wait. I can still picture the long lines of people patiently standing by a booth, clutching their coins, waiting to make a call. Your privacy was limited, your time was literally metered by an operator, and every second counted.
By the time the 1990s rolled around, everything shifted. Digital technology began its rapid march forward, eventually paving the way for smartphones. As the world changed, my own tastes evolved, too.
The soundtrack of my life transitioned from the country-rock storytelling of Dr. Hook to the raw, melancholic beauty of David Gray. His song "Ain't No Love" became my new anthem. The vinyl records of my childhood faded into the background, replaced by a sound that felt more aligned with entering a fast-paced, modern world.
The Realities of the Working Life
Looking back, the transition from the innocent fantasy of When You’re in Love with a Beautiful Woman to the bittersweet reality of David Gray makes perfect sense.
In working life, obstacles quickly become the status quo. You learn very fast that adult relationships don't look like teenage record covers. Instead, you navigate a complex, often painful love-hate dynamic across all areas of life—with demanding clients, competitive colleagues, and even the evolving dynamics of family and friends. Heartbreak isn't just about a boy not calling you back anymore; it's about unmet expectations, professional friction, and the general fatigue of coping with life's daily hurdles.
Rest in Peace, Dennis
Dennis Locorriere’s passing feels like the closing of a specific chapter. It makes me realize that while technology has made it incredibly easy to connect instantly—no operators or extra 40 cents required—we sometimes lose the patience and the romance of those slower days.
The payphones are gone, the small-town record players are mostly tucked away, and life got complicated. But the music? The music still knows exactly how to take us home.
Rest in peace, Dennis. Thank you for the memories, the melodies, and for reminding me of a time when love was worth waiting in line for.
TESSA YUSOFF
18 May 2026
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The Closed Door
It’s a strange feeling, isn’t it? One week you’re eyeing a new menu, and the next, there’s a "Closed" sign and a dark storefront. Seeing a restaurant fold within just a few months is always a bit of a shock—it makes you wonder about the "behind-the-scenes" of it all.
Whether they rushed the paperwork or just underestimated the sheer grit it takes to survive in the Klang Valley F&B scene, it's a tough pill to swallow. But looking at the bigger picture in mid-2026, it seems this "revolving door" of restaurants is becoming part of a much larger, and honestly quite concerning, trend.
The Great Retail Divide
We’re living in a bifurcated market. If you’re at a top-tier mall (think the big names in KLCC or TRX), things look shiny with 95% occupancy. But step into some of our older suburban malls, and it’s a different story—some are struggling to keep even half their lots filled.
With about 9.5 million sq. ft. of new retail space expected to hit the market this year, the "oversupply" isn't just a buzzword anymore; it’s a visible reality.
Shoplots: The "Wild West" of F&B
While malls have management teams and strict vetting, shoplots are where the oversupply of restaurants really feels like the Wild West.
The Barrier to Entry: It’s often easier (and cheaper) to open a shoplot restaurant than a mall outlet. This leads to a "gold rush" where five similar cafes open on one block, all chasing the same local crowd.
The Paperwork Puzzle: Between local council licenses (DBKL/MBPJ/MBSA), health permits, and fire safety, the "red tape" is thick. When a place closes that fast, you have to wonder if they were operating on a "temporary" permit that never got finalized, or if the overheads just outran the revenue.
Why the "Quick Closures"?
It isn’t just about bad food. As of early 2026, several factors are squeezing our local eateries:
Selective Spending: With rising costs, we’re all becoming more "selective." We'll go out for a treat, but that "casual Tuesday dinner" is the first thing to get cut from the budget.
Labor & Logistics: High turnover and rising supply chain costs mean that if a restaurant doesn't hit its stride in the first 90 days, the math simply stops working.
The "Experiential" Trap: Malls are pivoting to "experiential retail" to survive. If a shoplot restaurant is just "selling food" without a "vibe" or a unique hook, they’re competing against giants.
Final Thoughts
It’s sad to see a dream close its doors so quickly. In a landscape where we have an oversupply of space but a tightening of wallets, "just opening" isn't enough anymore. It takes a perfect storm of legal compliance, strategic location, and—most importantly—a reason for people to come back twice.
Have you noticed any other "ghost" spots in your neighborhood lately, or is it just that one specific corner?
TESSA YUSOFF
15 May 2026
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The Great Fence: Why Our Neighborhoods Don’t Do "Open House" Anymore
Have you noticed how the concept of the "neighborhood house party" has basically gone extinct in our part of the world?
I’m talking about those classic Tupperware-style gatherings or the old-school open-door policy where you’d just wander into a neighbor's place for a chat. Back in the day, that was the vibe. These days? Not so much.
Living in a neighborhood that’s a bit on the quieter, more "elite" side, it’s like there’s an invisible line drawn around every property. We’re all perfectly polite—we’ll exchange a quick "hello" or a nod when we bump into each other at the gate or while grabbing groceries at the local supermarket. We’ve even got a buzzing WhatsApp group where everyone shares what they’re selling, mostly home-cooked meals or local snacks. It’s a great way to stay connected, but that’s where the interaction usually ends.
The Threshold is a Fortress
It feels like our homes have transformed into private sanctuaries. We entertain family and our closest friends during the festive seasons, but opening the door to the neighbor next door? That’s a rarity.
I remember a neighbor who recently tried to recapture that kampung spirit during Raya. He and his wife went house-to-house, knocking on doors, hoping for a bit of that old-school community warmth. Honestly? Every single house, including ours, politely turned them away. My son didn’t do it out of malice—it’s just the default setting for city living now. We aren't used to spontaneous visitors, and frankly, it felt a little jarring.
Even when we do visit, it’s never "come on in." It’s a quick ring of the doorbell and a chat right there outside the gate. Ten minutes, tops, then we’re back to our own corners.
Public Spaces vs. Private Lives
It’s interesting, though—if you host something in an office space, a community hall, or one of those big Aidilfitri tent events in an open field, people will show up in droves. Because that’s "neutral ground." There’s no pressure to be the perfect host, no need to stress about the house being pristine, and no boundary-crossing involved.
We seem to have traded the messy, loud, and spontaneous community life for something that’s a lot more controlled and predictable.
I find myself wondering: are we actually happy with this, or are we just following the unspoken rules of the modern urban jungle? We’re connected by WhatsApp, we share food, and we live side-by-side, but the front door has become a lot harder to open.
Maybe that’s just the price of modern convenience. Or maybe, just maybe, we’ve forgotten how to be neighbors without needing a screen or a public event to bridge the gap.
What about your neck of the woods? Is it a "come on in" kind of street, or are you living behind the invisible fence too?
TESSA YUSOFF
14 May 2026
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Back to My Roots: Why the Pasar Tani is My Secret for Fresh, "Real" Food
Living in an area surrounded by upscale supermarkets is convenient, don’t get me wrong. I love a good air-conditioned aisle as much as the next person. But lately, I’ve been finding myself skipping the fancy grocery stores in Shah Alam and heading straight for the Pasar Tani instead.
There is a soul to the morning market that a supermarket just can’t replicate.
The Nostalgia of the Ulam Stall
The first thing that hits you is the vibrant green of the ulam-ulaman. In the big stores, you’re lucky to find a plastic-wrapped bunch of pegaga. But at the Pasar Tani? It’s like a botanical reunion. I’m seeing vegetables I haven’t thought about since my school days—herbs and greens that used to grow wild but are now hard to find in the city.
Everything is so crisp it practically snaps. Buying your ulam here isn't just about nutrition; it's about reconnecting with those traditional flavors that shaped our childhood kitchens.
Organic by Necessity
We often talk about "organic" as a luxury label, but the reality on the ground is changing. With global conflicts still ongoing, the supply chain for synthetic fertilizers has become incredibly tight and expensive.
Because of this, many local farmers are returning to older, more natural ways of growing. It’s "organic" not because it has a fancy sticker, but because it’s a necessity. When you buy from these local stalls, you’re getting produce that hasn't been pumped full of the usual chemicals, simply because the farmers are adapting to the world around them.
The New Face of Farming
During my last trip, I had a great chat with a young man at one of the stalls. It’s so encouraging to see the younger generation getting their hands dirty. He told me about his setup where he collects food waste to feed his chickens.
It’s a perfect circle:
- Reduce waste.
- Produce high-quality, natural feed.
- Provide the community with healthier food.
Knowing that my eggs or poultry come from a place where the animals are fed naturally—and that the farmer is actively solving a waste problem—makes the food taste that much better.
Support Local, Eat Fresh
If you’re in Shah Alam (or anywhere near a local market), I highly recommend waking up a little earlier this weekend. Look past the upscale labels and find the uncle or the young guy selling what they’ve grown themselves.
Your kitchen will smell like the good old days, and your body will definitely thank you for the fresh, chemical-free fuel.
Do you have a favorite Pasar Tani find that you can't ever seem to find in a regular store?
TESSA YUSOFF
4 May 2026
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