iPhone History

Here's a cool iPhone history from Mashable, 
Had mine in Maxis iPhone4 launch and that kept me busy these few months..

How the world Googled in 2010

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oops!

today is the day where I got up from the right side of my bed, 
and instead of having springs in my steps, 
I effing banged into the wall! 
where did the wall came from?!

Screw Photoshop, MS Paint FTW!!!

the-worlds-greatest-art-program


Albert Einstein once said - everything that is really great and inspiring is created by the individual who can labor in freedom. 

1 Malaysia, we're nearly there!!

Only for your reading pleasure.... not sure how accurate it is though (not trying to stir anything)

Figures in this list are merely estimates, so please take it as a guide only. The government of Malaysia has the most correct figures. Is government of Malaysia too ashamed to publish their racist acts by publishing racial statistics?
 
This list covers a period of about 48 years since independence (1957).
 
List of racial discriminations ( Malaysia ):
 
(1) Of the five major banks, only one is multi-racial, the rest are controlled by Malays.
 
(2) 99% of Petronas directors are Malays.
 
(3) 3% of Petronas employees are Chinese.
 
(4) 99% of 2000 Petronas gasoline stations are owned by Malays.
 
(5) 100% all contractors working under Petronas projects must be of Bumis status.
 
(6) 0% of non-Malay staff are legally required in Malay companies. But there must be 30% Malay staffs in Chinese companies.
 
(7) 5% of all new intake for government police, nurses, army, are non-Malays.
 
(8) 2% is the present Chinese staff in Royal Malaysian Air Force (RMAF), a drop from 40% in 1960.
 
(9) 2% is the percentage of non-Malay government servants in Putrajaya, but Malays make up 98%.
 
(10) 7% is the percentage of Chinese government servants in the entire government (in 2004); a drop from 30% in 1960.
 
(11) 95% of government contracts are given to Malays.
 
(12) 100% all business licensees are controlled by Malay government, e..g. Taxi permits, Approved permits, etc.
 
(13) 80% of the Chinese rice millers in Kedah had to be sold to Malay controlled Bernas in 1980s. Otherwise, life is made difficult for Chinese rice millers.
 
(14) 100 big companies set up, owned and managed by Chinese Malaysians were taken over by government, and later managed by Malays since 1970s, e.g. UTC, UMBC, MISC, Southern Bank etc..
 
(15) At least 10 Chinese owned bus companies (throughout Malaysia in the past 40 years) had to be sold to MARA or other Malay transport companies due to rejection by Malay authorities to Chinese applications for bus routes and rejection for their applications for new buses..
 
(16) Two Chinese taxi drivers were barred from driving in Johor Larkin bus station. There are about 30 taxi drivers and three were Chinese in Oct. 2004. Spoiling taxi club properties was the reason given.
 
(17) 0 non-Malays are allowed to get shop lots in the new Muar bus station ( Nov.. 2004 ).
 
(18) 8000 billion ringgit is the total amount the government channeled to Malay pockets through ASB, ASN, MARA, privatization of government agencies, Tabung Haji etc, through NEP over a 34 years period.
 
(19) 48 Chinese primary schools closed down from 1968 - 2000.
 
(20) 144 Indian primary schools closed down from 1968 - 2000.
 
(21) 2637 Malay primary schools built from 1968 - 2000.
 
(22) 2.5% is government budget for Chinese primary schools. Indian schools got only 1%, Malay schools got 96.5%.
 
(23) While a Chinese parent with RM1000 salary (monthly) cannot get school textbook loan, a Malay parent with RM2000 salary is eligible.
 
(24) All 10 public university vice chancellors are Malays.
 
(25) 5% of the government universities' lecturers are of non-Malay origins. This percentage has been reduced from about 70% in 1965 to only 5% in 2004.
 
(26) Only 5% has been given to non-Malays for government scholarships in over 40 years.
 
(27) 0 Chinese or Indians were sent to Japan and Korea under the ' Look East Policy.'
 
(28) 128 STPM Chinese top students could not get into the course to which they aspired, i.e. Medicine (in 2004).
 
(29) 10% quotas are in place for non-Bumi students for MARA science schools beginning in 2003, but only 7% are filled. Before that it was 100% Malays.
 
(30) 50 cases in which Chinese and Indian Malaysians are beaten up in the National Service program in 2003.
 
(31) 25% of the Malaysian population was Chinese in 2004, a drop from 45% in 1957.
 
(32) 7% of the Malaysian population is Indian (2004), a drop from 12% in 1957.
 
(33) 2 million Chinese Malaysians have emigrated in the past 40 years.
 
(34) 0.5 million Indian Malaysians have emigrated overseas.
 
(35) 3 millions Indonesians have migrated to Malaysia and become Malaysian citizens with Bumis status.
 
(36) 600,000 Chinese and Indian Malaysians with red IC were rejected repeatedly when applying for citizenship in the past 40 years. Perhaps 60% of them had already passed away due to old age. This shows racism, based on how easily Indonesians got their citizenships compared with the Chinese and Indians.
 
(37) 5% - 15% discount for a Malay to buy a house, regardless whether the Malay is rich or poor.
 
(38) 2% is what new Chinese villages get, compared with 98% - what Malay villages got for rural development budget.
 
(41) 0 temples/churches were built for each housing estate. But every housing estate got at least one mosque/surau built.
 
(42) 3000 mosques/surau were built in all housing estates throughout Malaysia since 1970. No temples or churches are required to be built in housing estates.
 
(43) 1 Catholic church in Shah Alam took 20 years to apply to have a building constructed. But they were told by Malay authority that it must look like a factory and not like a church. As of 2004 the application still have not been approved.
 
(44) 1 publishing of Bible in Iban language banned (in 2002).
 
(45) 0 of the government TV stations (RTM1, RTM2, TV3) are directors of non-Malay origin.
 
(46) 30 government produced TV dramas and films always showed that the bad guys had Chinese faces, and the good guys had Malay faces. You can check it out since 1970s. Recent years, this has become less of a tendency.
 
(47) 10 times, at least, Malays (especially Umno) had threatened to massacre the Chinese Malaysians using May 13, since 1969.
 
(48) 20 constituencies won by DAP would not get funds from the government to develop. These Chinese majority constituencies would be the last to be developed.
(49) 100 constituencies (parliaments and states) had been racially re-delineated so Chinese votes were diluted for Chinese candidates. This is one of the main reasons why DAP candidates have consistently lost in elections since the 1970s. (update to 2008 needed)
 
(50) Only 3 out of 12 human rights items are ratified by the Malaysian government since 1960.
 
(51) 0 - elimination of all forms of racial discrimination (UN Human Rights) has not been ratified by Malaysian government since 1960s.

(52) 20 reported cases whereby Malay ambulance attendances treated Chinese patients inhumanely, and Malay government hospital staffs purposely delayed attending to Chinese patients in 2003. Unreported cases may be 200.
(54) 20 cases every year whereby Chinese drivers who accidentally knocked down Malays were seriously assaulted or killed by Malays.
 
(55) 12% is what ASB/ASN got per annum while banks fixed deposits are only about 3.5% per annum.
 
If the above is true, 

then..

1Malaysia - we're almost there! 


P/S. Happy Independance day - for they said that the best thing a man can have, is freedom

you + me = wishful thinking

Now listen to me baby
Before I love and leave you
They call me heart breaker
I don't wanna deceive you

If you fall for me
I'm not easy to please
I might tear you apart
Told you from the start, baby from the start.

I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.

Now listen to me baby
Before I love and leave you
They call me heart breaker
I don't wanna deceive you

If you fall for me
I'm not easy to please
I might tear you apart
Told you from the start, baby from the start.

I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.

There’s no point trying to hide it
No point trying to evade it
I know I got a problem
Problem Misbehavin'

If you fall for me
I'm not easy to please
I might tear you apart
Told you from the start, baby from the start.

I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.

And I know karmas gonna get me back for being so cold.
Like a big bad wolf I’m born to be bad and bad to the bone.
If you fall for me
I’m only gonna tear you apart
Told you from the start

I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.

I'm only gonna break break your break break your heart.
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How to suck at Facebook

This is interesting..

The Secret Powers of Time

Professor Philip Zimbardo conveys how our individual perspectives of time affect our work, health and well-being. Time influences who we are as a person, how we view relationships and how we act in the world.
The secret powers of time

FML?

For the hard times where you question yourself if you had been standing on the wrong side of the road.. *Click here*

Hmmph..

It's good to know that 90 per cent of men and women who were regarded as being the most popular at school are now in long-term psychiatric care under constant supervision.







































Sadly, this isn't true, but it's a lovely thought...

I need lemons

Suck the lemon,

also known as eat the frog, wrestle the aardvark, or gurn the ocelot. Possibly.

No, not a perverse sexual practise (Unless you know better)

but a metaphor for doing your most unpleasant task first.

Based on the saying that if the first thing you do in the morning is suck a lemon,

the day - and your face - can only get better from then on.

So.. start sucking(lemons) wei..

How rich are you?

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What the Modern Woman Wants

By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen

The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind.

She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seat belt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'

Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.

'Finance', 'Liquidation', 'Assets', 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it.

Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television.

She was speaking in an American accent.

The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval...... 'I absolutely

cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.

'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the

phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat.. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter..

'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching

to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot of problems.'

The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and

important.

Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.

'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The old woman

cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.

'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the

ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'

Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was

referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.

'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!' The

old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence.

The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked

almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall.

Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and

stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.

'Ma, I'll wait outside.. I have an important phone call to make,'

she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.

The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she

knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.

Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want.

She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man.

Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says... She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.

What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She

gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness.. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.

The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.

Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smoldering ashes.

She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her

daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.

Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb,

bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had ticked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.

Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted.

Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.

She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl to one who

openly defied her, calling her laotu, old fashioned.... She wanted her

mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.

Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered

why she had prayed like that. The Gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood faceless with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.

Her daughter had forgotten her mother's value. Her wants were so ephemeral, that of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques and yet her daughter had not found true happiness.

The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less.

When her daughter left the earth, everything she had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.

The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter now that she had looked out of the temple gates.

She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there – down.

The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life.

Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped

counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty souless shell at the altar.

The old woman watched the joss stick. The dull heat had left a

teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing.

Modern woman nowadays, the old lady signed in resignation, as she

bowed to the east bone final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder whey they cannot find it.

Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her

daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was

etched on her daughter's face.

An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of

her wants looking for the one thing that would sown the seeds of happiness.

They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not to fast as she had done before.

‘Ma,’ Bee Choo finally said. "I don't know how to put this.

Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay us seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road ..

Once we move into our apartment, we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves....."

The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. "We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out – but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang – it's a Christian home and a very nice one."

The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. I"ve been there, the

matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! Hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there." "You'd be happier there, really." her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself.

This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offering to

cling tightly to, she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag and her fingers trace the white seat.

Ma, her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her

mother. "Is everything okay?

What had to be done, had to be done. "Yes" she said firmly,

louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.

‘It's for you, Ma! You will be happier there. You can move

there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.

'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt

liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier... She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; money, status, career, love, power and now freedom without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down......

Yes she was free. Her phone butted urgently, she picked it up and

read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. "Stock 10% increase."

Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her and while

searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible and she did not see her in tears.

Boss

Speaking about bosses,

There are some good bosses who came in late in the morning,

have 5 hours lunch and lock themselves in their room for the rest of the day.

However,
some tend to get interested in what I'm doing,

encourage my personal development, and

provide stimulating & challenging environment for me to work.

Thankful I am. =)

Work (In Progress)

Have you ever watched a house being built from scratch?

For months and months nothing seems to happen,

then suddenly the house is there in a matter of weeks.

But those months of 'nothing' happening are when the site is cleared,

the drains put in, the foundations laid.

When the base is properly in place, the rest is easy.

Some argued that having a good boss is a plus.

But I believe in working hard.

I'll take on any task, I'll work for virtually nothing,

and I make a blinding cup of tea..

Ok maybe not the tea, but I make good smoking partner.

State of the Internet

JESS3 / The State of The Internet from JESS3 on Vimeo.

Human LCD

Awesome right?

Cheerleading looks noob compares to this.

"for I being poor, I've only my dreams.."

Things haven't been good lately.

bla.. bla.. bla..

and I found myself heading to McDonalds after work. days after days.

It's not the burger that I'm after.

McDonald dont just sell burgers.

They sell..

Happiness.

Silly + Boring = Happy!!!

Silly + boring = happy!!

being happy is seen as indicating silliness, boringness or lack of creativity.

("To be stupid, and selfish, and to have good health are the three requirements for happiness,"

groused Gustave Flaubert, "though if stupidity is lacking, the others are useless.")

Do you know,

that researcher Timothy Ketelaar note that smiling indicates eagerness to please, suggesting low status.

If a Prada model isn't smiling, she clearly doesn't need to, implying high status.

Brands that target less wealthy customers, they use smiling models,

suggesting lower status, and thus - affordability.

US psychologists have cropped pictures of models in ads so only their faces were visible,

then asked people to rank them in order of mood.

The results are splendid! Models advertising pricier brands were judged to look glummer!

Take Victoria Beckham for example, how often do you see her smile?

Despite that, psychology's lesson is that we're drawn to happy people.

Afterall, who wants to listen to the wretched.

and.. I've been told that I look serious & glum all the time. Darn..

(Note to noob, even if it's true that the most creative minds are unhappy,

it doesn't follow that becoming unhappy will make you creative, get it?)

Tired

Tom Sawyer days was long gone.

Missed those days when you long for open season,

and then trying to fish a trout in the canal.

Now, I find myself back in the media agency.

pimping myself at work.

There's Hotel Mania's launch in Cineleisure, and

There's The Star CNY lunch @ Renaissance.

They serve good Japanese food.

Then there is meeting in Shah Alam.

And ASTRO's dinner.. but

the most onz thing that happened today,

"What's the total spending on radio spotbuy in 2009?"

I was gratified to be able to answer promptly,

I said...

"I don't know."

Hung Pao

KLue word of the month - Hung Pao.
Noun, during the chinese lunar new year,
a red envelope containing a surprisingly large amount of money;
an unexpectdly prosperous ang pao.

During the Lunar new year,
the twin cultural obsesions of the Chinese - the colour red,
and number of fisal persuasion - manifest in the ang pao,
a crimson pocket containing cash.

The ang pao functions as a measure of prosperity;
One learns to evaluate one's uncles and aunts according to how much they give.
Familial hierarchy is thus re-established every year.

With the economy in the shape it is today, ang pao are unfortunately rare. Still, one lives in hope of a RM1,000 windfall.

I know this girl who whines about everything.
FML she said, and I thought, that sometimes,
the inability to do a simplest task or to cope with things,
probably contributes to how she feel's about herself.

I have been working late night these days.
While having dinner with my boss, he asked if I'm stress out.
No, I replied. and we both know it's a lie.
At least I know what I'm doing, and what needs to be done.

The sad part about my job as a media planner,
has to be - me, being reduced to churning out schedules day in, day out.

I have not actually sat down and work on strat. planning.
I believe that I can contribute more,
or not..
as the organization is shortchanging themselves on resources.
Hey, I'm no energizer bunny..

Anyhow,
would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone happy CNY!
may you be blessed with happiness, good health & prosperity!!

Find out what's the buzz in Google Buzz

GoogleBuzz.. Google's attempt to push into the social media foray. details here http://mashable.com/2010/02/09/google-buzz/

Veggietales - Gated community

My colleague shared this with me during lunch break. I thought it was funny..

Stana's joke

A guy meets a hooker in a bar.

She says, "this is your lucky night. Let's play a game.
I'll do absolutely anything you want for $300,
so long as you can say it in three words."

The guy replies, "Hey, why not?"

He pulls his wallet out of his pocket and,
one at a time, lay three $100 bills on the bar and says slowly,
"paint.. my.. house."

Snail crossing the road