Google Chrome - Review

This is a review of Google Chrome, the much talked about website browser from Google. 

Comparison is against Internet Explorer (Version 7 and above) based on my own user experience.

First impression … It looks like Internet Explorer. It feels like Internet Explorer. If it smelt, it would probably smell like Internet Explorer. Newer, fresher and faster.

Look and feel … I recall Google Chrome making my screen look larger. Perhaps it’s the rounded edges of the tabs, or simply the colour scheme or the brightness levels. Either way, the effect was good.

Speed … some claim that Google Chrome gives you faster browsing (some specifically mention for browsing of heavy Java pages). In my case, it certainly seems to be a lot faster than IE.

Truth is, I’m a bit biased as I have been having problems with my Internet Explorer (Version 7 and also after installing Version 8.2 Beta) – IE hangs each and every time I manually type in a URL.

Graphics loading seems faster which makes navigation that much smoother. Google Chrome also does not seem to slow down when multiple tabs are opened – which seemed to be a problem with IE.

I’m not using the latest hardware (in fact it’s quite outdated) together with a 1MB DSL connection. Also implies that Google Chrome is suitable for ‘slower systems’.

Stability ... each tab in Google Chrome is a separate part of the program. What this means to you and me is that if any of the pages crash, only that page in that tab crashes – not the whole program. Have not had any pages crash on me so far, so couldn’t really comment further.

Privacy … this is where I have a problem.

If you set your homepage to anything other than blank, this happens when you open a new tab. If you don’t, this happens when you start up Google Chrome: The page will show graphical representations (screen shots, if you may) of sites recently visited.

Not so much a problem if you are on the straight and narrow, but in all honesty, nobody would be comfortable showing others where they have been on the net … even if were only to check TV listings.

As at this point, there is no known method to stop Google Chrome from displaying this information for all to see.

However, there is an option called ‘Incognito’ mode, where a separate browser will appear and you can surf the net without leaving any trace. Note that this is NOT the default mode and has to be activated manually when needed.

There is also a detailed user log in webpage format. May be deleted manually, but again the hassle involved to cover your tracks.

Menus and Options … very limited for now. Very few settings for options and preferences.

The ‘favourites’ folder is also troublesome to manage as it is only accessible from the drop down menu. However, you can compile your favourite bookmarks under a folder name and put the whole folder as a drop down menu near the top of the screen.

Users of other open-source software would of course appreciate that this is a newly released program and more gadgets and gizmos will soon be added to beef up Google Chrome.

Recall the open-source software: OpenOffice, when it was first released and how far it has come since then. Users would know that although lacking in some areas, there are several useful tools and additions OpenOffice has but Microsoft Office does not.

Similar hopes ride with Google Chrome.

Verdict … download it and give it a try. Just be mindful of the privacy issues.

 

What ‘Middle Income’ Means in Kuala Lumpur

Often you hear discussions about ‘middle income’. You often read about ‘lower income’. You sympathise with the ‘hardcore poor’. You envy and despise the ‘higher income’ … unless you are one of them, lucky you! (read: May you step in poo and ruin those thousand dollar shoes …)

‘Lower income’ and ‘hardcore poor’ are quite straightforward.

‘Lower income’ is the group of people who can afford to live, but can’t afford a nice car or house … and ‘hardcore poor’ can barely afford to live, let alone buy any car or house.

Hey, didn’t say it was a textbook definition! Same goes for ‘higher income’, you get my drift.

Now back to the middles-of-society. Making just enough not to have a negative monthly cash flow, but not quite enough to go after the finer things in life. Coming to think of it, middle never really means middle. If it did, all these middle fingers … opps, I mean ‘middle income’, would afford half of what higher society has to offer. It doesn’t, does it? Too bad.

Obviously, I don’t know what it means to be ‘middle income’ in other parts of the world. But I sure know what it means over here in Kuala Lumpur (yeah, yeah … Petaling Jaya ain’t quite KL but its close enough!).

Let’s see … what would be the best way of doing this? Some figures perhaps? Maybe we’ll just build up a small scenario. Yeah, that might give you a better idea. Of course, if you are from Malaysia you’d already have an idea … but then again, if you are from Malaysia, why are you reading this to begin with? More for the benefit of those foreign guys who even bus drivers earn exchanged salaries equivalent to managers over here … ermm … no offence either way, and I do know about relative cost of living and all that.

Okie dokes, you’d need a house I’d say. Let’s pick a modest location in Petaling Jaya. Landed property? Too expensive for our ‘middle income’ dude. Let’s settle on a mid range apartment or condominium shall we, at RM1,300 per month.

With the electricity bill of RM 200 or so per month (that’s only with one air-conditioner switched on through the night, mind you) and the water, telephone, cable TV, food … lets round that up to RM 700, you have a grant total of RM 2,000 per month.

Now you need to get to work and just so happens that you work in KL … can’t be too choosy now, can you? Travel isn’t cheap, considering that the public transport system is … well, wouldn’t want to get myself into trouble by saying nasty things now would I? Let’s just say that a London commuter used to the tube and bus systems there would probably prefer to kill himself than go through the hassle of commuting to work daily from Petaling Jaya to Kuala Lumpur, purely by public transport.

Let’s get a car then. Oh yeah, with the several hundred percent taxes and duties on imported cars, lets get one of them not-so-cheap-due-to-zero-price-competition local cars. ‘Middle income’ people don’t go around in the smallest and cheapest of cars, thank you very much. RM 600 in monthly payments … well, better than the RM 1,000 for a Honda or Toyota, money-wise at least. Ride-wise and quality much to hope for, but who’s complaining? Life’s all good …

And what exactly does this car drink? Bottled fizzy drinks? Nah, you just fill ‘er up with that cheap black stuff … no, no, no … coffee is expensive! A full tank of petrol would set you back RM 100 for 40 litres of the stuff, and that would last you about a week. Yes, it’s that far from home to work … damn those rich guys who live right next to the office. There you have it, another RM 400 per month.

But wait, we forgot about the tolls. Unless you want to join the riffraff scuttling to work before 6am every morning, you’d want to use tolled roads at some point of your journey. Let’s put that at RM 50 per month.

Total transport cost comes to … RM 600 + RM 400 + RM 50 … where’s my calculator … yup, RM 1,050. Add that to your house payment and bills of RM 2,000 … and you have a grand total to RM 3,050.

RM 3,000 (let’s just discount the 50), and that’s without eating at work, fags or ciggies or whatever you want to call them, drinks after work … just plain vanilla home-work-home daily routine.

Obviously, the phrase ‘get a life’ doesn’t mean much to this group of people …

OK, let’s put that RM 3k into perspective.

RM 3k is net after taxes and other things the Government takes away from you. Working backwards, you would probably need a gross salary of about RM 3,500 per month … and that’s just so that you can go to work and go home and go back to work the next day.

I know of people in their early 30’s that have gross salaries of RM 3k to RM 4k … of course I know some who make much less, but we aren’t talking about that group, remember? This salary range would correspond to perhaps a senior executive or maybe at the lower end of RM 4k+, an assistant manager. That would probably be most people below 30 and half the working public below 35.

Of course most of these people are married by that age, so at least the house payment and bills gets cut in two. So does the food bill to some extent. Balanced out by the kids expenses, for sure.

Anyway, that’s what its like to be a ‘middle income’ person in Petaling Jaya. Unless you are the luckier (or smarter, who knows?) ones who get double that at the same age, wont have much to show now would you? I know I don’t.

More the reason to get moving up the corporate ladder, huh?

IF ... poems should sound so sweet

Surely you have heard about the poem ‘If’ by Rudyard Kipling.

I came across this poem many years ago and at times when my mind wonders, parts of the poem appear in my head – like a ghost from times gone by. Hauntingly filled with joy, with sadness, with recollection and remembrance of things long past.

The poem itself, heralded as a masterpiece by some, total rubbish by others and to the remainder, indifference.

To me, it’s simply brilliant. But who am I to tell you. If you’ve never come across it before, I have included a version I found off on the net at the end of this entry.

How the poem sticks to me is like this – having been in business at one point in my ‘illustrious but nothing-to-show-for’ career, one verse of the poem constantly drifts through my mind:

“If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;”

Indeed, at one point in my life I made one heap of all my winnings. They were not easy winnings, working long and tough hours for many a year. Absorbing the pressure like a sponge geared towards self destruction.

Finally I left that business to start my own. All of my hard earned cash put aside, ‘gambled’ on that one turn of pitch-and-toss. I lost.

It took me some time to get back on my feet. The blow was horrendous! Imagine losing everything. Now imagine losing everything you sacrificed everything else for. Now imagine the disappointment you are to your dependants, moving them forcefully from a place of comfort and security to living on a budget on the edge of your margins. Plus a kick or two in the gut, that’s about how I felt at the time,

I started over, as the poem says, at my beginnings. For a very long time, I was bitter at the loss. I felt cheated. I lost faith in others, in everything.

It was at this point that the poem, or rather its haunting words, came back to me. Of all the verses, the one above was one of the few that echoed loudly in my head – like it was there the whole time. That it never left.

Though time, I learned to accept my share of blame for the loss. I learned to assign blame to others and not hope for retribution. I am more at peace now. Broke, but at peace.

See how difficult it is not to breathe a word about your loss? I’m still trying …

If

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

By Rudyard Kipling

What's in the Budget for ME?

Malaysia, 2008. The Finance Minister has just read out the 2009 budget ...

I recall vaguely when I was younger. The budget speech was something that you would try to catch on the telly, or at the very least on the radio. There were always new incentives, a central theme if you may, to spur the economy. For the entire economy, mind you - not just parts of the economy in isolation … as seems to be the current practice.

In the past, everyone seemed to benefit from the budget.

Ah, seemed to benefit from the budget. Maybe things haven’t really changed. Maybe it’s just the delivery system … less smoke and mirrors perhaps?

From where I stand, it looks as if certain quarters stand to benefit more than others. Wonder what the agenda is behind that. And who exactly are these? The lower income group, pensioners, teachers ... see a trend here? Yeah, government servants.

I’m not anti-anything. Just a disappointed person picking up his pay-check, only to realise that for the middle-income-earner from Petaling Jaya, this would hardly suffice. For employers, there was a bunch of benefits to help them retain talent and mitigate expenses, but not much for the actual employees.

For the average wage earner like myself, nothing much. Rising costs, not much in terms of tax relief ... unlike the proposed additional benefits to people working for the government. Should I start regretting joining the private sector? Working my butt off trying to eek out a better life? Only to be slammed in the face by 'unfreindly' policies ... oh well, no use griping about it, huh.

Really, you expected something better? More breaks for private sector employees? Oh my, don’t you have an active imagination.

Was it really better in the past? Or do we just come from a race that simply does not have the good sense to be thankful for what we get, instead of constantly criticizing everything and anything. Or is this simply a matter of looking back through rose coloured glasses …

Are things really that much worse now … or does it just seem to be?

Back to current day, September 2008, not long after the 2009 budget presentation. Here I am finally thinking of looking through the budget summary. Then again, if everything is just going to seem worse … why bother?

What’s in a title …

“Knighted by the Queen of England, Sir Big Eyes is recognised for his many years of unfaltering effort in defending the rights of the middle class worker”. Inter-Galaxy News Report dated …

From then on, whenever anyone, anywhere in the world writes a letter beginning with ‘Dear Sir’, you know it’s addressed to you. I mean, if they wanted to address it to John, they would have written ‘Dear John’ instead now, wouldn’t they?

Perhaps being a ‘Sir’ in Britain is quite a rare finding - by rare, I mean you don't hit one when you randomly throw a stone into a crowd. But over here in Malaysia, it seems that every Datuk Tom, Datuk Dick and Datuk Harry is a Tan Sri.

For the benefit of our foreign readers, Datuk (or Dato’, or Datuk Seri, or Dato’ Sri, or Datuk Wira … the list of titles and spelling variations goes on for perhaps almost as long as the recipients list itself) are titles given by the many sovereign rulers of each state in Malaysia. There are also titles given by the Federal Government.

Once, a long time ago (and I’m not talking from experience … wasn’t even born during this mythical era), these titles were few and scarce. Being a Datuk, or the higher Tan Sri (depending on the ranking of the title, of course), would mean that you have made significant contributions to the country. And by saying ‘to the country’, I mean to the people of the country. Years and years of unquestionable service and sacrifice. You get my drift.

Yes, I am making a big fuss about this because I don’t have a title myself. Nor do I expect to be conferred a title in the near future. But that’s beside the point – you simply don’t gripe about things that you already have, do you?

So, here we have it, thousands and thousands of Datuk’s. People who would probably get offended if you don’t call them by their proper title. Again for the benefit of our friends overseas, you should always greet a Datuk by using their titles, such as ‘Hello, Datuk …’ and not ‘Hello, Mr Eye …’ When writing, the title Datuk should always be preceded by at least the abbreviation of ‘Yang Berbahagia’ (meaning something like ‘the esteemed one’ or something like that … I’m not a translator you know). Of course, there are different prefixes to different types of Datuk’s. Keeping it simple, won’t go into that.

Now where was I? Oh yes, every Datuk Tom, Datuk Dick and Datuk Harry is now a Tan Sri.

By the rate its going, that would actually be the case. No more ‘Encik so-and-so’. This is our equivalent to ‘Mister’ … I can just imagine a re-branding exercise of Mr Muscle, the cleaning product, into Encik Muscle, or going by the trend, Datuk Muscle …

I’m not lashing out to those who have in the very recent past been conferred a title by the rulers of the land. Good for them. At least they are now on par with the rest of high society. The rest of us, the minority from where I see it, will just have to be happy with people calling us by our names … apart from ‘bro’ and ‘dude’ being the regular substitutes.

But as somebody (many bodies, actually) has pointed out in the media recently, the powers that be may just want to slide off the awards pedal for a wee bit. Have a look at the titles being given out. Perhaps more importantly, to whom they are given out to. There is such a thing as being too young. Not because of the age, really, but because of the amount of contribution given to the country to deserve such an award.

Not to pick on anyone, but this is a popular example: A certain young lady of below 25 years, international acclaim in dominating a particular sport. Now a Datuk. I wonder if this was given in recognition of contribution to King and Country ... making the internationals recognise that we are actually good at someting perhaps ...?

Another current example is: A certain relatively young sportsman, almost but not quite excellent performance in an international event of extreme high publicity. Will soon be made a Datuk. Again, putting us on the sports map of second best ...

These are good people, of course. Not questioning that!

But what of the many, many aged citizens who have given their all to helping others, fighting for worthy causes. What about the village leaders who fight to ensure their villages forest reserves remain intact? What about the teachers whose students grow up leading the country … who still remember their names long after they have passed?

Bow your heads in respect, fellow countrymen. Who are we to question the wisdom of our Masters?

Perhaps we should all get back to the good old times when a Datuk was somebody you could look up to for guidance. Not merely those who shine bright in the current light of day but have yet to prove their brilliance after nightfall.

Yes, by all means their current contributions should be celebrated. But there are other awards, that don’t carry such ‘honorific titles’. There are many more awards that reflect lesser contribution to society. USE THEM!

Anyway, at least the title ‘Tun’, perception-wise the highest title a commoner can receive, is still safe from the dangers of mass production. From what I’ve heard, there are only some 25 Tun’s in the country (or was that 50, but who’s counting). If this very minimal quota has been filled, a current ‘Tun’ would have to come to pass before the title is given to another. In my most humble opinion, this treatment of the title befits the status of the award to somebody with immeasurable commitment and sacrifice to their nation.

Now, that’s what I call a Title.

Hmph ... corruption ...

Yes, I know … this is one of those topics that never seem to go away. Not with all the hype, all the articles, all the investigations. Not with anything … and surely not with me writing about it.

Just look in any of the papers these days and you will find stories on corrupt practices. Local. Abroad. The only difference is the currency used. What’s happening to the world? Or was it always like this, with people just being smarter in the past and not blowing their cover.

Of course, I probably wouldn’t be complaining if I was one of those ‘lucky’ ones who had access (or rather the opportunity) to be corrupt. What? You can’t believe what you’re reading? C’mon … honestly now, the thought must have crossed your mind at one time or another. The simple wondering of ‘I would have done the same …’

Just a wee bit to grease the joints. Make the rolling slightly smoother. In an equal position, who knows what might tip the balance. You know … those thoughts.

OK, fine. So you aren’t one of those from the majority. You are immune to worldly cravings and figments of imagination reserved for those with big eyes and small heads. I get it.

But for lesser mortals like myself (or to those who believe that the world is predominantly good, the lesser minority mortals), then the thought of living the high life without having to work for it … ah, that’s what life was meant to be like.

A steady flow if income or a one off payment. Doesn’t really matter does it? As long as the dough keeps rolling.

Hold on … now who said that corrupt people don’t work for what they get? Hmmm … interesting thought, huh?

Yeah, like being smacked on the back of the head with a baseball bat, realisation that those corrupt people actually worked to get to where they are.

And now you must be thinking that I’m pro-corruption. Oh my god, you couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m not pro-corruption at all … although I do understand (and sympathise) that sometimes it’s just a cost of doing business in this lopsided world we call home.

Back to those ‘lucky’ people who have the power to decide and get people to pay them for a job that they are already being paid for …

Working so hard to get to where they are. They sacrifice family, friends and pet goldfish. Nothing is ever enough, that’s true. Unless of course you chose to devote your life to a higher cause like saving the trees or something like that … oh yeah, religious people too. And before you even try to accuse me of equating tree savers and spiritual devotees, just ask yourself if you are in a position to reprimand me on such an innocent comment. Lighten up guys, didn’t mean any disrespect J

So now you are a high ranking official. The ball is in your court. The opportunity comes tip-toeing along … just ripe for the picking, they say. What do you do? What’s that? Just ignore it without even considering the possibility? Yeah, right!

Consider it all you want. What could be an appropriate sum for ‘services rendered’?

It’s easier to think with a clear conscience. Free of guilt. So, try not to remember all those late nights in the office rushing your butt off just making sure that everything has been done; those same late nights that your pet goldfish went to sleep alone, all hungry and sad.

And since you don’t have a conscience, then there would be no problem in deciding what course of action to take – for goodness sake, you can always get a new goldfish with those gazillions that would be made from the transaction that you … ermm .. facilitate, so to speak.

What was that? Not thinking about your pet goldfish? Oh, that son of yours who would be taken care of by his on-the-verge-of-senility gramps when the cops eventually drag you off to jail when the case gets cracked.

A matter of cost-benefit analysis I suppose. Didn’t know you could put a value on things like family and the pet monkey (hey, not everyone has goldfish you know!).

Those who do it for millions, I can at least try to understand. I said understand, not agree with nor approve … but those who do it for just a few extra bucks? (and yes, I’m so filthy rich that if the figure isn’t spectacular, then it’s just for ‘a few extra bucks’ … yeah, right …) Risk losing it all for an amount that would be gone in a week or two?

Perhaps my small head isn’t making sense of all this because I lack the cranial capacity of an over-boiled oyster, but it does make you want to re-examine some of those cases you’ve heard about recently. Doesn’t it?

Of Little Things …

You know how little things tend to bother you? I mean the really, really little things … such as a slightly depressed key on your keyboard.

Ok, stop scrolling and look at your keyboard. Any slightly depressed keys? Not the ones directly under your fingers, silly :P

Or that slight squeak in your office chair … or the annoying conversation your co-worker is having with a person with another department, who doesn’t seem to be able to understand the function of your department. Much less your role in the department.

And loudness. Oh my god. Some people just don’t know how to talk softly. They think that they are the centre of the universe and act as such. How annoying.

I’m sure everyone has had brushes with people like this. Some more than others. And I’m sure that some of those out there are actually these people. Making life more interesting for others. Yeah, right … more interesting … that’s one way of putting it.

Should there not be a law, simply to outlaw people who are of this description? It would certainly make life more peaceful, if not more interesting, for the rest of us.

All that makes the depressed key of your keyboard seem so insignificant, huh? Well, if you haven’t yet realised … that’s how life goes. There will be always be things bigger and things that are smaller than what you have … errr … yeah, I can hear the distinct ‘click’ of some reader’s mind there (and yes, it does apply to that also).

In the end … its not what happens, but how you deal with it that matters. But you already knew that :P

Of Big Eyes and Small Heads ...

Eyes see ... and heads make sense of it all. Quite simple, huh?

Not really when you have a mismatch of big eyes and a small head. Too much information gets sucked in with nowhere to go. What happens to the sucked in info you ask? Beats me.

One thing is certain though. It doesn't get put to any good use. Not in my case, at least. It just kinda accumulates ... swimming round and round in the small void right beneath the short cropping of spiky hair.

No ... my eyes aren't that big, thank you very much. And my head isn't that small. Its all a figure of speech. Wouldn't sound as cool being 'Small Eyes, Big Head' now, would it? :P

Now that we've got that straightened out, let me start writing about something worthwhile ...

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On second thought, perhaps next time.