Saturday, January 31, 2009

SlumDog Millionaire

I watched this movie a few days ago...and again today.......it just blows my mind every time I watch it.How can somebody come up with such an incredible,genius idea to make a movie from a game ?? The story is simply mind blowing....a slum dog that has seen the bad bitter part of life...gains his love,life & money in one spectacular go !!

I you want to have a read the synopsis first, go ahead :- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slumdog_Millionaire ....but I wouldn't recomend you reading it before watching the movie at least not all of it.
My rating would be 9.5 out of 10.
Watch it !! ......................I can bet you its worth it.............!!!!!!!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Christian Cemetary

This photo was taken in a christian grave in Cheras around a month ago errmmm... it was around 2??...3?? in the mornin.This is what you end up doing if you're to bored..
It was pitch dark.....but the adrenalin rush simply concurs everything..I have to admit it was scary at times...but if i have a chance...definetly I'll do it again...

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

One Of The Biggest Bank Heist In History


This is one of the best book I have ever read -Art of Deception
I have picked out one of the best part from the book, & even better its based on a true story !


Not many people today still remember the young man named Stanley Mark Rifkin and his little adventurewith the now defunct Security Pacific National Bank in Los Angeles. Accounts of
his escapade vary, and Rifkin (like me) has never told his own story, so the
following is based on published reports.

Code Breaking
One day in 1978, Rifkin moseyed over to Security Pacific's authorized-personnelonly
wire-transfer room, where the staff sent and received transfers totaling
several billion dollars every day.

He was working for a company under contract to develop a backup system for the
wire room's data in case their main computer ever went down. That role gave him
access to the transfer procedures, including how bank officials arranged for a
transfer to be sent. He had learned that bank officers who were authorized to
order wire transfers would be given a closely guarded daily code each morning to
use when calling the wire room.

In the wire room the clerks saved themselves the trouble of trying to memorize
each day's code: They wrote down the code on a slip of paper and posted it where
they could see it easily. This particular November day Rifkin had a specific
reason for his visit. He wanted to get a glance at that paper.
Arriving in the wire room, he took some notes on operating procedures,
supposedly to make sure the backup system would mesh properly with the
regular systems. Meanwhile, he surreptitiously read the security code from the
posted slip of paper, and memorized it. A few minutes later he walked out. As he
said afterward, he felt as if he had just won the lottery.

There's This Swiss Bank Account...
Leaving the room at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, he headed straight for the
pay phone in the building's marble lobby, where he deposited a coin and dialed
into the wire-transfer room. He then changed hats, transforming himself from
Stanley Rifkin, bank consultant, into Mike Hansen, a member of the bank's
International Department.
According to one source, the conversation went something like this:
"Hi, this is Mike Hansen in International," he said to the young woman who
answered the phone.
She asked for the office number. That was standard procedure, and he was
prepared: “286” he said.
The girl then asked, "Okay, what's the code?"
Rifkin has said that his adrenaline-powered heartbeat "picked up its pace" at this
point. He responded smoothly, "4789." Then he went on to give instructions for
wiring "Ten million, two-hundred thousand dollars exactly" to the Irving Trust
Company in New York, for credit of the Wozchod Handels Bank of Zurich,
Switzerland, where he had already established an account.
The girl then said, "Okay, I got that. And now I need the interoffice settlement
number."

Rifkin broke out in a sweat; this was a question he hadn't anticipated, something
that had slipped through the cracks in his research. But he managed to stay in
character, acted as if everything was fine, and on the spot answered without
missing a beat, "Let me check; I'll call you right back." He changed hats once
again to call another department at the bank, this time claiming to be an employee
in the wire-transfer room. He obtained the settlement number and called the girl
back.
She took the number and said, "Thanks." (Under the circumstances, her thanking
him has to be considered highly ironic.)

Achieving Closure
A few days later Rifkin flew to Switzerland, picked up his cash, and handed over
$8 million to a Russian agency for a pile of diamonds. He flew back, passing
through U.S. Customs with the stones hidden in a money belt. He had pulled off
the biggest bank heist in history--and done it without using a gun, even without a
computer. Oddly, his caper eventually made it into the pages of the Guinness
Book of World Records in the category of "biggest computer fraud."

Based on a true story.
Source: Art of Deception, by Kevin Mitnick
more information available at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Security_Pacific_Bank

Monday, January 19, 2009

Load of shit ?















This guy was infront of me on the queue in Krabi airport
...seems like he brought hell load of shit with him from ...

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D.U.M.B


I snapped this photo in Sepang F1 circuit during the last A1 race recently.
This guy is standing on the grass with his 'pack' of friends without even
giving a shit to the sign beside it.
How dumb can a person get ??

Manchester United

Manchester United the best club ever ! I don't care about all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input whatever it is they're the best !!

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Creative,Genius or Plain Indian ?

3 INDIANS and 3 FRENCH are travelling by train to a Cricket match at the recent Olympic Games. At the station, the 3 FRENCH buy a ticket each and watch as the 3 INDIANS buy just one ticket for them all. "How are the 3 of you going to travel on only one ticket?" asks one of the FRENCH. "Watch and learn," answers one of the INDIAN. They all board the train. The FRENCH take their respective seats but all 3 INDIANS cram into a toilet and close the door behind them. Shortly after the train departs, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the toilet door and says, "Ticket please. " The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on. The FRENCH see this and agree it was quite a clever idea.
So after the game, they decide to copy the INDIAN style on the return trip and save some money. When they get to the station, they buy one ticket for three on the return trip. To their astonishment, the INDIANS don't buy ticket at all!!! How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed FRENCH. "Watch and learn," answers an INDIAN. When they board the train the 3 FRENCH cram into one toilet and soon after the 3 INDIANS cram into another nearby toilet. The train departs. Shortly afterwards, one of the INDIAN leaves the toilet and walks over to the toilet where the FRENCH are hiding. He knocks on the door and says, "Ticket please." The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The INDIAN takes the ticket and goes back into his toilet. Praise the Indian!!! So don't copy blindly.......

Thanks For Your Time

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busylife, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.Over the phone, his mother told him, 'Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.' Memories flashed through his mind like an old news reel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.!'Jack, did you hear me?''Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it,' Mom told him.'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said.'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life,' she said'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching methings he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,'Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked.'The box is gone,' he said'What box?' Mom asked.'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'' Jack said.It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remember, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,' the note read.Early the next day Jack retrieved the package.

The small box was old andlooked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. 'Mr.Harold Belser' it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.'Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life.' A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:'Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.''The thing he valued most was...my time'Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. 'Why?' Janet, his assistant asked.'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said.'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!''Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by themoments that take our breath away,'Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's true.