<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892</id><updated>2011-10-05T10:03:39.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a roller coaster ride life ...</title><subtitle type='html'>private gossip column</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-109771941322366141</id><published>2004-10-04T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T10:05:47.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week</title><summary type='text'>Time flies past us. Today is mom's first 7 days. It is believed that her spirit will return in some form to visit her family. Mom used to sit in her own room playing cards. Since she passed away, everytime I walk upstairs, I feel as though she is there. I'm such a coward. I don't know why I am afraid. If spirit does return on the 7th day then mom must be hurt cause I am afraid of her.Since mom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/109771941322366141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=109771941322366141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/109771941322366141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/109771941322366141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2004/10/1st-week.html' title='1st week'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-109771730959513886</id><published>2004-09-28T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T09:40:12.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mid-autumn's day I will never forget</title><summary type='text'>03:30 Mom woke up couldn't breathe. She asked dad to pat her back as she used her inhaler. After awhile, she said to dad to pat harder. Before he could, she passed out. Dad woke Shelby to take care of mom while he wake the rest of us. Somehow mom fell from bed and was lying on the floor.04:00 I woke up heard Sylvia screaming that mom couldn't breathe. I ran into mom's room found her laying there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/109771730959513886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=109771730959513886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/109771730959513886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/109771730959513886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2004/09/mid-autumns-day-i-will-never-forget.html' title='A mid-autumn&apos;s day I will never forget'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-108426622809559217</id><published>2004-05-11T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T17:06:25.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust nobody</title><summary type='text'>Trust nobody these days not even your best friend at work!!  Seems like it's impossible to find a colleague who would be a friend you can trust.  Everyone's just waiting for their chance to exploit you.Well maybe not everyone, SC and SW are/were good colleagues and friends.  I feel sick coming to office knowing all my colleagues are "kiasu" people and all waiting to get the best outta you for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/108426622809559217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=108426622809559217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/108426622809559217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/108426622809559217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2004/05/trust-nobody.html' title='Trust nobody'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-108062779225622841</id><published>2004-03-30T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:32:42.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen </title><summary type='text'>I think we're getting this Ikea's kitchen cabinets.  Well, not exactly like that but close.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/108062779225622841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=108062779225622841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/108062779225622841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/108062779225622841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2004/03/kitchen.html' title='Kitchen '/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-108052290852639848</id><published>2004-03-29T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T09:47:17.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping at Ikea</title><summary type='text'>After so many months that the our new house, neighbors have moved and all,  we have still done nothing.  Last weekend, we decided to get lightings for our house.  We spent 7 hours at Ikea and only managed to get 4 lights :O!  Now then I realise shopping for house is so tough.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/108052290852639848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=108052290852639848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/108052290852639848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/108052290852639848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2004/03/shopping-at-ikea.html' title='Shopping at Ikea'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-107776367696922836</id><published>2004-02-26T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T10:49:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're moving!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, not me but our office is moving from Kelana to Damansara ;).  So much nearer to where I live now ... till I move to the new house.  Go see my new office layout!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/107776367696922836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=107776367696922836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107776367696922836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107776367696922836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2004/02/were-moving.html' title='We&apos;re moving!!'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-107733849501773810</id><published>2004-02-21T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:44:30.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shucka!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning I called that old fart.  He said he will start working on our new house.  So last nite despite the heavy rain and shitty KL jam, we drove by the new house to check.  As expected, nothing was done.I was asked to work this Saturday to do some system patch.  SY went to the house in the morning to try to catch that old fart.    True enough he still has the guts to turn up!  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/107733849501773810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=107733849501773810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107733849501773810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107733849501773810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2004/02/shucka.html' title='Shucka!'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-107724056856576843</id><published>2004-02-20T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T09:38:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing comes cheap</title><summary type='text'>I've forgotten how to blog :P.  The new house is undergoing renovations.  Mr SOB, an elderly 60ish year old man is the contractor for our house.  Respecting him for being old, we assumed he will not cheat us.  People tell you never to judge a book by its cover!  Why didn't I heed this advice?  Paid 4k for deposit of renovation works but not a single thing was done.  The intermediate lot house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/107724056856576843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=107724056856576843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107724056856576843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107724056856576843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2004/02/nothing-comes-cheap.html' title='Nothing comes cheap'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-107222824076791993</id><published>2003-12-24T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T09:11:39.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas present</title><summary type='text'>Since May 7th, 2002, dad's been waiting for a cornea donor.  Monday noon, the hospital called to inform him that there's a cornea for him.  He was checked in to the hospital yesterday morning for health check purpose, since he is diabetic.  The cornea which was going to costs us 4k, is now free.  We owe it to the kind donor who donated it.  May God bless whoever he &amp; his family may be *hugs*.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/107222824076791993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=107222824076791993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107222824076791993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107222824076791993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-present.html' title='Christmas present'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-107111792187284456</id><published>2003-12-11T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T12:51:29.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart goes out to you and your family...</title><summary type='text'>August 17, 2003, SC's mom passed away.  That was less than 4 months ago.  Two weeks ago, after dialysis SC's bro had a high fever and vomitted blood.  Like his mom, he is diabetic and has hypertension too.  When admitted to the hospital, the doctors said both his kidneys aren't functioning and it would be dangerous to perform an operation with his condition.  Last Sunday, the second week at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/107111792187284456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=107111792187284456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107111792187284456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107111792187284456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-heart-goes-out-to-you-and-your.html' title='My heart goes out to you and your family...'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-107086398249093357</id><published>2003-12-08T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T14:13:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win a lottery</title><summary type='text'>I think I need to win a lottery, and if I don't I probably need to rob a bank.  So many things to buy with so little $$$ ... or rather no money!  I've to workout a complete list and prioritize things I can afford.There are still some fixes the developer has to do to the house.  Probably go view it again this weekend.  2 weeks from the sign-off for fixes, I should be getting my Certificate of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/107086398249093357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=107086398249093357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107086398249093357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107086398249093357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/12/win-lottery.html' title='Win a lottery'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-107058638468708289</id><published>2003-12-05T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T09:07:04.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three!</title><summary type='text'>Celebrated Ashley's birthday.  Still owe Mng for Ashley's present.I was late for work this morning.  LDP was super jam.  It's Friday again but I'm still wondering what to do, till 530pm comes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/107058638468708289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=107058638468708289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107058638468708289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107058638468708289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/12/three.html' title='Three!'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-107037708406040323</id><published>2003-12-02T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T23:00:26.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys!</title><summary type='text'>The keys I've been waiting for.. I'll be getting keys to my new house at Taman Desa Subang this weekend.  I guess I wouldn't be going to Sunway for office's Team Building :D.So excited!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/107037708406040323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=107037708406040323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107037708406040323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107037708406040323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/12/keys.html' title='Keys!'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-107029031321379096</id><published>2003-12-01T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:55:36.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><summary type='text'>A new girl from the same agency reported to work today.  Most of us were relocated so that people from the same team are seated near each other.  Our Team Leader called in sick today, he had a "slip disc".  He is suppose to leave for Australia for some meeting but he's been asked to rest in bed.  So WKL called for a meeting asking if someone "senior" would want to replace him.  Only then did I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/107029031321379096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=107029031321379096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107029031321379096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107029031321379096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/12/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-107009284306556809</id><published>2003-11-29T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T16:05:02.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><summary type='text'>Caught the feeder to work today.  I had no pc so I had nothing to do but to read more documentations given to me.  One must master the skill to sleep with eyes wide open... at least you can avoid getting caught.  In the evening we had a group meeting about NT migration for all resource servers.  This is probably the first time I am at a video conference meeting.  Everyone at the meeting seems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/107009284306556809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=107009284306556809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107009284306556809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/107009284306556809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/11/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106993955925040881</id><published>2003-11-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T21:26:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day at work</title><summary type='text'>I arrived late thanks to Putra feeder bus' super-timing.  Just like any first day, they make you read some documents that will put you to sleep.  The guy who is from the same agency as me reported to work a week earlier, claimed he did nothing for the entire week.  He seems pretty relaxed at work, chatting away on his Yahoo and clocking off at 1720 hours.  I think they have flexible working </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106993955925040881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106993955925040881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106993955925040881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106993955925040881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/11/first-day-at-work.html' title='First day at work'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106914457127733285</id><published>2003-11-18T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:36:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A job!</title><summary type='text'>Officially start work again on the 27th of Nov :)!  Went to the agency to collect/sign my appointment letter today.  Well, no pay increment this time.  Just my old pay.  I'm happy anyway.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106914457127733285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106914457127733285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106914457127733285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106914457127733285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/11/job.html' title='A job!'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106812580451896180</id><published>2003-11-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T02:34:10.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things 2 Do B4 U Die</title><summary type='text'>SC sent these.  Somehow, blogger doesn't load these pics here.  Click on these links and it'll bring ya there :).Option 1Option 2</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106812580451896180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106812580451896180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106812580451896180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106812580451896180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/11/things-2-do-b4-u-die.html' title='Things 2 Do B4 U Die'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106802680477055464</id><published>2003-11-05T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:08:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year!</title><summary type='text'>The day that I wish will never come haha.  Doesn't look like I can control it.  Well, LIFE SUCKS!Happy Anniversary to myself!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106802680477055464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106802680477055464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106802680477055464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106802680477055464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/11/1-year.html' title='1 year!'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106813052796898237</id><published>2003-10-31T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:55:26.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atoz</title><summary type='text'>Street parties didn't quite meet its objectives so PC came up with something call Appreciation Night.  It's some SMS game kinda event.  And our group won the Atoz for the night.Happy retirement to our PM of 22 years, who steps down today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106813052796898237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106813052796898237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106813052796898237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106813052796898237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/10/atoz.html' title='Atoz'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106715272069987086</id><published>2003-10-26T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T15:22:54.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miz-kom-muni-ka-zion</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder if I'm a retard at saying things ... Or maybe people just choose to listen to certain things you say and assume the rest?  Or maybe internet sucks for chats?Seems like everytime I chat with a friend we will end up fighting over something dumb cos he or she interprets whatever I say in a different manner.Maybe I should just act cool, shut up and not talk to anyone haha! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106715272069987086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106715272069987086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106715272069987086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106715272069987086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/10/miz-kom-muni-ka-zion.html' title='miz-kom-muni-ka-zion'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106623571459667696</id><published>2003-10-16T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T00:35:14.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><summary type='text'>19 more days to Nov 5th.  It scares me that this day will arrive and I'm still jobless.  1 year since I got laid off.  What would I tell employers for being jobless this long?  Vacation?  Asians don't believe in such lengthy vacation.  Money is everything!Everything sucks!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106623571459667696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106623571459667696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106623571459667696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106623571459667696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/10/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106457496539327594</id><published>2003-09-26T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T19:16:05.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIMA</title><summary type='text'>I'm packed for my 8 days exhibition job.  This Sunday, 40 of us will be leaving for Langkawi.  We'll be put up at a lousy motel!  So junky that I can't find its pic on the web.  Let's hope I can get along with strangers since it's gonna b a 4 to a chalet kinda thing.Saturday's street party at Kelana, will be the 2nd WAJA draw.  I missed the first one and our group won the WAJA.  Those who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106457496539327594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106457496539327594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106457496539327594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106457496539327594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/lima.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lima.com.my&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;LIMA&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106450694192261994</id><published>2003-09-26T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T00:41:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes? ... buried in the rubble</title><summary type='text'>Hm, so I was overconfident about getting the job.  No calls yesterday, neither was there one today.  10 months of endless applications and hoping someday a better job would come along, but hope fades as days pass away.Everyone just thinks that I'm not trying hard enough.  No one cares to know.  I tried so hard, but there's only one outcome assured to me - FAILURE.  I'm so tired.  Everything has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106450694192261994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106450694192261994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106450694192261994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106450694192261994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/hopes-buried-in-rubble.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#3399FF&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hopes? ... buried in the rubble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106433924992138339</id><published>2003-09-24T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T01:51:03.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of late nights?</title><summary type='text'>The last few days, I've had many interviews.  Yesterday, HP called for a conference call interview and this morning the agency setup a 2nd interview.  I'll know the outcome of the interview tomorrow.  I think I may stand a chance getting the job.  It's not gonna pay as well as my previous job and it's gonna be staggered working hours.  But I guess it's a start *shrugs*.The funny part at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106433924992138339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106433924992138339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106433924992138339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106433924992138339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/end-of-late-nights.html' title='The end of late nights?'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106381396078048726</id><published>2003-09-17T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T23:52:40.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO!</title><summary type='text'>There i turned down another job for the month!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106381396078048726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106381396078048726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106381396078048726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106381396078048726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/no.html' title='NO!'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106379905746358878</id><published>2003-09-17T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T19:48:29.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisiveness</title><summary type='text'>Why am I always troubled over neverending employment problems.  Just a week ago I overcome that SG job thingy and now comes another.  This morning I went for an interview for a Voice Support Analyst job at KLCC.  2 days ago, C called me saying her hubby has a friend who's looking for an IT person and told me to give it a try.  I sent her my CV.  This evening her hubby called.  He was at his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106379905746358878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106379905746358878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106379905746358878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106379905746358878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/indecisiveness.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#3399FF&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indecisiveness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106355843397788619</id><published>2003-09-15T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T00:53:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try to be smart!</title><summary type='text'>Reminder : Never try to fix things that ain't broken!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106355843397788619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106355843397788619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106355843397788619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106355843397788619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/dont-try-to-be-smart.html' title='Don&apos;t try to be smart!'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106347877202948987</id><published>2003-09-14T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T02:51:32.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrimination</title><summary type='text'>I thought I would not get a chance to go shopping and movies with SC and SW again but looks like this isn't gonna change now.  We went to KLCC today, while waiting for movie at 7pm.  We were looking at the Speedo's new arrival swim wear at Studio R.  This white guy and his 2 kids bought some things from Studio R and as he was walking out, the alarm started beeping.  He was gonna leave but 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106347877202948987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106347877202948987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106347877202948987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106347877202948987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/discrimination.html' title='Discrimination'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106327291852719913</id><published>2003-09-11T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T01:48:29.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be a joke!</title><summary type='text'>So I packed my bags, bought tons of new things all, ready to fly down to SG.  Even gone to the extend of personally going to SG last weekend to look for a room and found it.  All these efforts till Tues evening, I received my appointment letter and get a shock.  All the trouble of getting a room, walking distance to office only to find out I will be stationed at client's office and the pay isnt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106327291852719913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106327291852719913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106327291852719913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106327291852719913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/it-must-be-joke.html' title='It must be a joke!'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106304458646960940</id><published>2003-09-09T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T01:59:42.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last mile</title><summary type='text'>It's strange from being very excited about getting a job to missing home even before I leave.  This is probably the first time in my entire life I actually leave home for good.  It takes more courage than you can ever imagine, to leave everything you have, people you love and friends.  I've been pretty emotional.  I told mom not to see me off on Friday but I know she will still be there.  Argh!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106304458646960940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106304458646960940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106304458646960940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106304458646960940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/my-last-mile.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#3399FF&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;My last mile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106265202576904459</id><published>2003-09-04T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T01:49:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A JOB finally!</title><summary type='text'>After 10 bloody months I found a job!!  I'll be starting work this 15th which means I have like 10 days.  I've to move to Singapore too.  So many things to worry about.  The pay isnt very good but at least its with a BIG IT company.  I'm worried about $$$ - rental deposits, furnishing, food, laundry, transportation.  For the first time in my life, I will be moving far away from home.  I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106265202576904459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106265202576904459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106265202576904459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106265202576904459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/job-finally.html' title='A JOB finally!'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106247533242579283</id><published>2003-09-02T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T01:50:03.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><summary type='text'>Still needs a little corrections but I'll be off today and tomorrow.  And I'll be working temp starting Friday at motorshow.  Will be busy for the next 10 days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106247533242579283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106247533242579283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106247533242579283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106247533242579283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/09/new-layout.html' title='&lt;h7&gt;New layout&lt;/h7&gt;'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106156834253347568</id><published>2003-08-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T01:50:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another quiz</title><summary type='text'>Interesting quiz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106156834253347568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106156834253347568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106156834253347568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106156834253347568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/08/yet-another-quiz.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#ff3399&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet another quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106118148289546211</id><published>2003-08-18T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T00:31:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personality TestSteamboat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106118148289546211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106118148289546211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106118148289546211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106118148289546211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/08/personality-test-steamboat.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106113363364339068</id><published>2003-08-17T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T23:47:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you must go...Just like every other Sundays, I would go jogging with SC.  After jogging, SC received a SMS from her sis saying her mom is admitted to the hospital asking her to bring documents to the hospital.  We had breakfast and then came home to my house and then SC said she has to go home.  So, she went home did some stuffs and fell asleep.  When she woke, it was already 1pm.  She went</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106113363364339068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106113363364339068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106113363364339068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106113363364339068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/08/when-you-must-go.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106084237390064421</id><published>2003-08-14T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T14:30:52.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PhobicI feel insecure living in this house, especially when it rains almost every evening now!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106084237390064421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106084237390064421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106084237390064421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106084237390064421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/08/phobic-i-feel-insecure-living-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106023478571253834</id><published>2003-08-07T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T00:31:53.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new homeWill be ready soon, hopefully early next year I can do renovating work.  At the moment the house is locked by developer for security purpose, so I can't snap more pics :P.-- New house pics --</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106023478571253834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106023478571253834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106023478571253834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106023478571253834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/08/my-new-home-will-be-ready-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-106019251440042596</id><published>2003-08-07T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T02:11:22.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home againWe shifted back to the house on July 26.  The phone lines were out and I couldn't logon.  I still have lots of pics unscanned!!After the landslide thingy, I was offered to join an interesting technopreneur business offer. Team Manager's role is to turn a non-savvy Malaysian into an IT savvy fella.  No capital involved, they are looking at 40 top lvl managers and 1000 of us "team </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/106019251440042596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=106019251440042596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106019251440042596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/106019251440042596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/08/home-again-we-shifted-back-to-house-on.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-105681556510446904</id><published>2003-06-28T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T23:52:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More bad luck...Well, I'm not missing, I was in major national newspapers and even local news.  More bad things coming my way, as though it is not bad enough.  Landslide at my backyard on the 10th June, 2003.  Just as soon as my parents and sisters leave for a holiday.  I had a temp job briefing on 11th and couldn't join them.  You can say it's lucky my parents and my sister's kids weren't home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/105681556510446904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=105681556510446904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/105681556510446904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/105681556510446904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/06/more-bad-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-94990413</id><published>2003-05-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T22:41:13.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FriendsMy pocket's been really tight, I've started to go on a minimum food and LESS internet to save money.  Which kinda helps since I've been wanting to go on  a diet.  I don't wanna go to the extend of having to ask my parents for help.  2 house loans, bills and more bills ... I just wish money would suddenly appear.  Lots of arguments at home with my sisters, think that I'm too lazy to look</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/94990413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=94990413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/94990413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/94990413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/05/friends-my-pockets-been-really-tight.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-93868413</id><published>2003-05-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T23:59:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You deserve it!He called, for the 2nd time.  I was like, "Hello, you fired me like 1/2 a year ago??  WTF are you still calling me for??"The first time he called was about password for broadband and I was just said I don't remember (eventhough, I do :D).  I told him to go search for some box where it is written.  Well, he's lucky the box was there.Today, he called and asked for some license </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/93868413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=93868413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/93868413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/93868413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/05/you-deserve-it-he-called-for-2nd-time.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-93745287</id><published>2003-05-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T21:50:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you still there?I ask myself :Am I really that IT dumb?  If I'm not, then where are you?Have I not strife hard enough?  If I have, then where are you?Have I not put in my best effort? If I have, then where are you?Have I not prayed and have faith? If I have, then where are you?Where are you when I need you?Maybe I'm just so tired trying that, I've given up or maybe God has given up on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/93745287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=93745287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/93745287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/93745287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/05/are-you-still-there-i-ask-myself-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-93512309</id><published>2003-04-30T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T12:57:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The kind of interviews you hateI'm extremely annoyed.  Interview at ABC was pure shit.If you know I dont have what it takes for the job then don't fcuking call me for an interview - It's wasting my time and money, you fcuking moron!!!Don't give me cynical remarks when you advertise the wrong thing.If you are looking for a System Analyst dont fcuking advertise as MIS Executive!If you are so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/93512309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=93512309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/93512309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/93512309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/04/kind-of-interviews-you-hate-im.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-93237106</id><published>2003-04-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T12:55:47.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yet another week :OYea, still hoping Kwan's office would call and say, "You're hired!".  Well, I guess that'll remain as hopes only.  Bye bye Channel Services Technical Specialist *cry*.  Just as another hope dies, a new one comes along :D.  ABC called for interview next Wednesday 30th April.  The strange thing is, I don't recall applying.  I checked all my online applications with JobsDB, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/93237106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=93237106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/93237106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/93237106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/04/yet-another-week-o-yea-still-hoping.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-92892275</id><published>2003-04-20T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T22:17:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 down 5 more to goI think I like this birthday present - Passed 70215!!  5 more papers to go.SW &amp; SC gave me a prepaid phone since I've been trying to save money :)... thank you!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/92892275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=92892275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/92892275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/92892275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/04/2-down-5-more-to-go-i-think-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-92823978</id><published>2003-04-18T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T14:15:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another week has gone byNo news from Kwan's office *sigh*.  I'm starting to lose hope.  So close to getting a job and then back to square one.  Time speeds by it's the 5th month since I'm outta job.  Bank account left with RM10.  I don't think I'll make it through another month.  Where do I go from here?I've been keeping myself busy cleaning the house since the maid left.  I know now being a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/92823978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=92823978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/92823978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/92823978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/04/another-week-has-gone-by-no-news-from.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-92405100</id><published>2003-04-11T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T11:51:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On our own againOur indon maid has completed her 2 years contract and I've sent her off today.  Strange how you become so dependent on someone and when they leave, eventhough she isn't someone dear to you, you'll still feel sad.Kwan's office called for a second interview, they didnt specifically said they were gonna employ me but I think I stand a chance at getting that job so *PRAY* ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/92405100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=92405100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/92405100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/92405100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/04/on-our-own-again-our-indon-maid-has.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-91905205</id><published>2003-04-03T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T18:13:06.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Do They Get Young Men Like This?A teary post.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/91905205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=91905205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/91905205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/91905205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/04/where-do-they-get-young-men-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-91473085</id><published>2003-03-27T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T19:13:29.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soldier BloggersI'm not a fan of war but I think these people out there serving to defend their country and people are the ones you should really thank.  May God bless you all...Read these :www.blogsofwar.comwww.sgtstryker.comwww.lt-smash.usWill</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/91473085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=91473085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/91473085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/91473085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/03/soldier-bloggers-im-not-fan-of-war-but.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-91399480</id><published>2003-03-26T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T16:03:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you're old and unwanted...Sad to say this has to happen in our family.  Since last December, my grandma who has been living with Uncle H for so many years,  were asked to stay with my parents.  Uncle H couldn't get a replacement maid but he "promised" grandma that he would bring her home as soon as he gets a maid.  Well, it was a BIG fat lie because he never intended to bring her home.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/91399480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=91399480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/91399480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/91399480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/03/when-youre-old-and-unwanted.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-90745941</id><published>2003-03-15T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T23:47:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creative Tshirts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/90745941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=90745941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/90745941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/90745941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/03/creative-tshirts.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-89822119</id><published>2003-02-27T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T13:59:09.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Patience challengedEarly last week I spoke to Andrew requesting him to register me for MCSE 70-210 and he mentioned about payment so I thought I should reconfirm the price.   Attendees who attended the MCSE preview were promised RM280 per paper, however Andrew says he's not aware of such agreements.  Anyways he told me to refer to my sales consultant.  Well after much delay, I was told to take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/89822119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=89822119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/89822119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/89822119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/02/patience-challenged-early-last-week-i.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-89185701</id><published>2003-02-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T22:12:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valentine's DayMe, SC and SW had a date with F4 at Bukit Jalil.  SC and me drove to SW's house parked our car at Bandar Tun Razak's LRT station and took a train ride to Bukit Jalil.  Surprisingly to and fro train fare only costs us RM2.  F4's concert was good eventhough most of the performances weren't sung in a group.  I was only interested to see Vanness perform anyways :p.  Vanness Wu is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/89185701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=89185701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/89185701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/89185701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/02/valentines-day-me-sc-and-sw-had-date.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-89024846</id><published>2003-02-13T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T18:12:23.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A good sign?Hmm... I'm thinking of abandoning this blog since I'm so lazy to update it.  Anyways, CNY's been good despite being sick from first day till today!!  Won lotsa money from Blackjack :D.  Everyone's been generous giving me extra BIG red packet.  This year unlike all previous years we blast an 8ft firecracker (okay I know it's illegal but everyone does it and this is my first year, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/89024846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=89024846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/89024846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/89024846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/02/good-sign-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-88013902</id><published>2003-01-26T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T17:16:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>13 hoursFriday, I took advantage of Kwan's dinner buffet voucher for 2.  Anyways, 3 of us went and we shared out the 3rd person's cost.  Hyatt looks better than what SW described.  The food was good too.  I probably ate too much cause this morning I had diarrhea :P .. which was good it could - less fat!  Stomachache did not stop my our usual activity, shoppping.  MidValley is very nicely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/88013902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=88013902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/88013902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/88013902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/01/13-hours-friday-i-took-advantage-of.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-87879505</id><published>2003-01-23T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T20:08:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is death worth the try...If life's so short that you must enjoy it to the fullest ... Is this suppose to mean you should try everything and even something that's harmful to your health?  You'll probably make your life shorter.  A friend I've known for a long time, is doing drugs.  He got sorta mad at me when I asked him about it.  He's not the only one I know that does it but so what nobody </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/87879505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=87879505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/87879505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/87879505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/01/is-death-worth-try.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-87703525</id><published>2003-01-20T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T11:05:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please change the mouseLuck must have ran out on us.  We got the same lecturer from SQL for CCNA module.  I think I'm gonna fail this paper too.  All the pointing devices in this lab has no scroller.  My finger automatically positions itself in the center whenever I surf or do any stuff.  I am so dependent on the scroller.  I think people become lazier as technology advances.I'm preparing for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/87703525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=87703525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/87703525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/87703525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/01/please-change-mouse-luck-must-have-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-87450596</id><published>2003-01-15T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T10:29:26.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bio-clockI dreamt I was at work and I was feelings ill.  My colleague offered to send me home and then suddenly I was in this holiday resort.  My parents, aunts, uncles, cousins were all there.  It is a beautiful resort with this HUGE pool, like 3 linked pools.  There were 2 jacuzzi pools too.  I called SC and SW and asked if they wanted to join me and they came over to join me.  We were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/87450596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=87450596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/87450596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/87450596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/01/bio-clock-i-dreamt-i-was-at-work-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-87406239</id><published>2003-01-14T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T18:43:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I PROTEST!!!Lecturers here are so shitty.  They are so unskilled.  It's bad enough that I have problem understanding his accent.  Today's SQL 2000 class was horrible.  The examples, the lecturer tried to show all failed and he goes around wasting our time fixing his own mistakes.  It's freaking wasting my time coming to school.2 guys in the class totally couldn't be bothered paying attention.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/87406239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=87406239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/87406239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/87406239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/01/i-protest-lecturers-here-are-so-shitty.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-87146170</id><published>2003-01-09T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T18:43:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Game addictsAn interesting piece of news taken off today's TheSun newspaper.  I wonder if they are really related to Diablo II.Computer game addict found deadHong Kong : A computer game enthusiast has been found slumped dead at a terminal in a game centre after playing non-stop for hours, police said yesterday.   The 28-year-old was found slumped at his screen early Saturday after he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/87146170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=87146170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/87146170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/87146170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/01/game-addicts-interesting-piece-of-news.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-86857200</id><published>2003-01-03T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T11:33:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Color me!!Something very strange happened yesterday.  Almost a year, He1, H2 and I, were in a so-called "3-partied relationship",  both guys stopped talking to me because a bitch decided to make the whole thing shittier than it already was at that time.  They both had  me on their ICQ's invisible list.  I was pretty emotional then and quit mudding for a long time.  However, after sometime, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/86857200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=86857200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86857200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86857200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2003/01/color-me-something-very-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-86741041</id><published>2002-12-31T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T11:13:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 2003It's New Year's eve, it doesn't mean much to me it's just like any other holidays.  I have nowhere to go because everywhere and everything is too expensive to party.  But something changed all those moody feelings ...From: SCDate: Tuesday, December 31, 2002 03:01:22 AMTo: sw; implusionSubject: ngo dei weng yuen dou hai hou pang yau .... Dear Impulsion &amp; SW it's time to say bye </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/86741041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=86741041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86741041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86741041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/happy-2003-its-new-years-eve-it-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-86679997</id><published>2002-12-30T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T10:56:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I have some food?Module 3 started today.  Went to class feeling blur because the lecturer was going on an express way.  A new guy joined the class, he somewhat seems to be the only one understanding the lecturer.  I refuse to think that I can't catchup with the syllabus so I magine this new guy is in our class because it is his refresher class :PI've too much money problem to worry about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/86679997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=86679997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86679997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86679997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/can-i-have-some-food-module-3-started.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-86617683</id><published>2002-12-28T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T15:25:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't need these...Often I wonder if I'm not suitable for online interactive games.  I get so emotionally distressed.  I've had enough from buddies so much so that I have decided to leave what I started, my buddychat at Avatar MUD.  L told me many times that I should just quit this game because I suck when it comes to emotions.  Sad but that's just the way it is.I can manage insults from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/86617683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=86617683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86617683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86617683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-dont-need-these.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-86512611</id><published>2002-12-25T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T20:51:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/86512611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=86512611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86512611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86512611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-86355242</id><published>2002-12-21T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T17:17:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is there no freedom to speech?I remember how I shut down my previous site because I didn't want "someone" reading my blog and interpreting different stories from it.  When I created this blog, I promised that I won't let anyone that doesn't understand the meaning of respecting privacy to ever read my blog again.  Today, I learnt something new.  There is no freedom of speech evenif it was your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/86355242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=86355242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86355242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86355242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/is-there-no-freedom-to-speech-i.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-86300428</id><published>2002-12-20T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T14:22:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Break a hole in your pocketChristmas is just 4 days away!!  I have too many presents to buy *panic*.  I went to the post office yesterday to send Eraine's Christmas gift.  I had the box wrapped up in some nice gift wrapper.  The guy at the post office said I send it if I am going to use the wrapper.  I can only use plain white or brown paper.  Hehe ... that shows how many times I've actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/86300428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=86300428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86300428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86300428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/break-hole-in-your-pocket-christmas-is.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-86257262</id><published>2002-12-19T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T14:08:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One rotten apple...I was walking back to college after going to Maybank at Megan Phileo, from far I saw a familiar face.  Someone I DON'T want to see!  Okay, so he didn't notice me, I lowered my head and walk  a little towards the inner side so he won't see me.  Suddenly, you hear someone calling out your name aloud.  Wft! The bastard MY from the my f*cked up ex-company, saw me.  In fact, this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/86257262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=86257262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86257262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86257262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/one-rotten-apple.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-86094619</id><published>2002-12-16T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T13:52:47.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holiday moodThe core module of MCSE started today.  We spent 1/2 the day trying to do installation only ... such a waste of time.  Lunch break is suppose to be an hour but its like 1.5 hr past and the lecturer is still not in the class yet.  Tomorrow some other lecturer will be replacing him because he will be away.  This college really suxs!!I feel SO discouraged to study when you have shitty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/86094619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=86094619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86094619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/86094619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/holiday-mood-core-module-of-mcse.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-85945109</id><published>2002-12-13T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T22:21:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a BOY!  OH!  NOT my baby.  My sis gave birth to a baby boy today.  Both families first grandson.  Well, for some Chinese it is BIG deal.My sis was saying too bad he wasn't born yesterday 12/12/2002, since today is Friday 13 *oops!*.  Anyways, grats to the both of you!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/85945109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=85945109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85945109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85945109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/its-boy-oh-not-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-85894499</id><published>2002-12-12T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T10:39:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kompre mizI guess some things are expensive for a reason.  Today's the first day of class and I can already tell why AT's tuition fees are so expensive while I is like 1.5k cheaper.  My class is made up of 3 extremely ignorant Secondary school leavers, 2 Arabics one of which goes "uh-huh" throughout the whole class, 1 Indian that asks 1001 questions, a lecturer from India that has a FANTASTIC </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/85894499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=85894499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85894499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85894499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/kompre-miz-i-guess-some-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-85830538</id><published>2002-12-11T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T17:36:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I see dead people...I dreamt of my grandpa, my mom's stepdad.  Well, it's kinda confusing my mom's adopted by this muslim couple but they let her keep her race nevertheless.  So, she's still a chinese.  My grandpa died a couple of years ago.  Few days before he past away he was in a coma and that very last day the doctors said he wouldn't make it through the night and told my aunts to bring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/85830538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=85830538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85830538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85830538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-see-dead-people.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-85426467</id><published>2002-12-03T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T21:07:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gotta focus!!!Couple of weeks ago, I said the next time we visit Natural Quartz, we swear I will NOT buy another crystal.  Like after 6 months since we last took our Aura Photography, SW, SC and I went back to Natural Quartz.  Our picture reading turned out to be satisfactory.  The red aura is gone, the tourmaline must have subsided the red aura and brought green aura (career).  The new picture </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/85426467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=85426467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85426467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85426467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/12/gotta-focus-couple-of-weeks-ago-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-85159614</id><published>2002-11-27T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T21:29:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too much mudding?Few days ago, I dreamt I was back in high school again.  I was on this bus ride with my best friend Jamie.  I asked if I could copy her homework because I didn't know how to do mine.  While on the bus ride, I asked Jamie, "why am I on a bus ride to school?" and she says she doesn't know.  It was like I was semi-conscious.  Some kids here takes the school bus to school while my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/85159614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=85159614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85159614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85159614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/11/too-much-mudding-few-days-ago-i-dreamt.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-85015142</id><published>2002-11-25T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T21:08:47.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BoredI got annoyed with some people at MUD.  This is just a GAME but why am I getting so frustrated *ARGH*!!! This is my new blogchalk:Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur :)  &lt;---- Ignore this one, it's for indexing purpose :p </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/85015142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=85015142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85015142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/85015142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/11/bored-i-got-annoyed-with-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-84819034</id><published>2002-11-20T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T23:53:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY!A : Sorry ma'am, our intake has been postponed to 13th Jan 2003I  : *mutter* Do you have an intake for MCSE in Nov or Dec ?A : We don't.I'm so frustrated!  I just wanna get done with this study thingy and get a job fast but this college is delaying everything!!  ICS has one starting tomorrow but I don't like that college because the lecturers suxs.So, WHAT am I gonna do from now till </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/84819034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=84819034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/84819034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/84819034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/11/why-sorry-maam-our-intake-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-84759134</id><published>2002-11-19T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T20:37:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If only everyday is like this ...I like things the way they are now, except for the bit about $$$$.  I imagine rich wives and kids, having nothing to do but shop all day and no worries about $$$$ *ENVY*.  But being 1/2 like them (minus the $$$$ part) I am still pretty satisfied :D.  I like staying at home, going shopping when you feel bored, sleep when you're tired, not having to wake as early </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/84759134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=84759134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/84759134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/84759134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/11/if-only-everyday-is-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-84465245</id><published>2002-11-13T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T18:33:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if it's real ... Looks like I've been lazy not been updating again.  Well, I've gone to IR talked to the officer there but they didn't seem keen to take up the case.  Mainly because the company paid the so-called "2-months compensation", which is actually just 1 month since the bonus paid to me is supposed to be contractial bonus.  Anyways, I've got the cheque from the company.  I don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/84465245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=84465245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/84465245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/84465245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/11/i-wonder-if-its-real.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-84098607</id><published>2002-11-06T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T12:27:17.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The end or just the beginning?Friday, R called me at the office to discuss about the letters I sent on the annual leave.  He wants to know what I was up to but I told him I couldn't talk since my colleagues were there.  He agreed to call when I get home.  When I got home, I called E.  E said to give 2 choices : (1) ask the company to let me stay, (2) let me have a termination letter if (1) fails</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/84098607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=84098607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/84098607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/84098607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/11/end-or-just-beginning-friday-r-called.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-83826659</id><published>2002-10-31T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T23:19:26.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Play dumbYesterday, I couriered a letter and a cheque to my HR (in Singapore) as advised by E.  Well, this morning I got an email from my HR manager.  In the mail she wrote :I just received your cheque today for amount RMxxxxxx.  We do not understand why you are returning the above mention amount to us, as it is paid to you for your annual leavebalance (6.5 days inclusive of replacement </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/83826659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=83826659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83826659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83826659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/10/play-dumb-yesterday-i-couriered-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-83715388</id><published>2002-10-29T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T21:42:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's right? What's wrong?On Monday, I called the IR officer again after drafting my letter to request management to give me a termination letter.  Afterwhich, I asked her if I could get her to read if my letter was worded correctly.  Hmm she sort of confused me there. She said I should just send a resignation letter.  I was like what?  I took down what she said and that wasn't what she said on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/83715388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=83715388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83715388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83715388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/10/whats-right-whats-wrong-on-monday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-83545641</id><published>2002-10-26T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T14:56:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to repay kindnessThis is the information I have gathered after meeting the IR (Industrial Relation) officer.  For those of you, who are in th same situation as me, this may help you :1.  Never tender a resignation letter as requested by your employer.2.  Talk to an IR officer.  Their office is at 8th Flr, Menara Perkeso Jalan Ampang.3.  IR officer may advise you to obtain an official </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/83545641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=83545641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83545641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83545641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/10/time-to-repay-kindness-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-83514390</id><published>2002-10-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T23:02:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A "Horrorween" I will not forgetThursday, I received my pay cheque and was surprise to find all my annual leave converted to dollar and cents.  Later in the morning, my boss called me for a short discussion.  He said, the company finds that "I am not performing up to their standards and I am better off working somewhere else".  He put it in such a nice way saying the company does not mind paying</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/83514390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=83514390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83514390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83514390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/10/horrorween-i-will-not-forget-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-83299348</id><published>2002-10-21T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T23:01:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Booooo Taxi DriversI've been traveling a lot lately and I must say that I've not had much bad experience with taxis, as much as in Malaysia.  I did not drive to work today.  My younger sis and I took a taxi ride home.  The taxi driver purposely diverted us to god-knows-where routes and we ended up paying almost 2x the normal fare.  I'm not saying that all Malaysia taxi drivers are like that but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/83299348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=83299348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83299348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83299348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/10/booooo-taxi-drivers-ive-been-traveling.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-83014496</id><published>2002-10-15T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T22:17:59.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PicsI've uploaded some pics.  No time to blog though been busy.  I'll blog when I come home this weekend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/83014496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=83014496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83014496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/83014496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/10/pics-ive-uploaded-some-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-82913091</id><published>2002-10-13T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T15:03:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAM of TokyoGreat!  I lost my digicam's memory cards.  There goes all my pics of Tokyo.  Now, I'll have to depend on whats in my head to remember what Tokyo is like!  I'm going to lawn skate in an hour with my homestay parents and bros.  Don't ask me what it is cause I've not seen one before :p.  I bought a disposable camera, I will snap some pics *sniff no digicam*.We're off to Miyazaki </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/82913091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=82913091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/82913091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/82913091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/10/ram-of-tokyo-great-i-lost-my-digicams.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-82637502</id><published>2002-10-07T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T22:33:23.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some light finally...I solved the PNB problem *haha*.  This morning the development server crashed just when R told me to test something and send him the log files.  I was like wtf always the wrong timing.  Well, I reinstalled everything because it wouldn't boot.  Anyway, I think the reinstall did good cause after I reinstalled the problem resolved itself.I learn some things from these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/82637502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=82637502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/82637502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/82637502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/10/some-light-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-82556656</id><published>2002-10-05T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T22:10:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time...Pat is driving.  That has got to mean something.  Suddenly I feel so oldz ... oh wait I am OLD!  This week's been hell at work.  I was in Taipei but I had to support a Malaysia project.  My boss is trying to get the joint PNB &amp; Mesiniaga tender.  That project almost made me tender my resignation.  R's been a jacka$$.  Although it's like 1.5 years I've been with this company,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/82556656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=82556656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/82556656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/82556656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/10/once-upon-time.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-82312926</id><published>2002-09-30T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T22:18:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ni Jiang Se Me? ... Ooops! Me no understandI remembered R asking, "You sure you can do this?" and I said, "Yeah sure".  I regret that saying yes.  Today, I sat 2 hours at a meeting not understanding 3/4 the things being discussed.  My Mandarin &amp; Hokkien sucks.  1/2 the time these Taiwanese are all speaking Mandarin + Hokkien at the meeting and I just sat and stare blankly.  Once awhile, one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/82312926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=82312926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/82312926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/82312926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/09/ni-jiang-se-me.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-82239138</id><published>2002-09-29T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T22:18:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can have it!I hate my job it SUCKS! *blink*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/82239138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=82239138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/82239138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/82239138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/09/you-can-have-it-i-hate-my-job-it-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-81944233</id><published>2002-09-22T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T16:44:37.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Just DON'TIf there're reasons to why we're alive, what is mine?  I see no purpose to live yet I have no courage to die.  I'm such a sucker.  What does this life means?  I wake up everyday to the same routines.  I want to be happy like everyone or at least I pretend I am happy but I'm not.  I have a job I don't like, I just do it to pay bills.  I'm not smart.  I don't drink nor smoke, and I try</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/81944233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=81944233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/81944233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/81944233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-just-dont-if-therere-reasons-to-why.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-81630609</id><published>2002-09-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T22:58:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smile! You're on Candid CameraOn Friday after work, 3 of us went to MidValley to watch So Close.  While waiting for our show, we hopped into McDonalds for ice-cream and we were sitting on the stools.  Then we saw this girl, professionally dressed, she was taking off her jacket and a bunch of coins fell all over the floor.  She probably didn't want to look embarrassing chasing after coins.  So, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/81630609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=81630609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/81630609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/81630609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/09/smile-youre-on-candid-camera-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-81456630</id><published>2002-09-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T23:30:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personality Disorder TestTake this test.This is my test results.Disorder  :  RatingsParanoid   :  ModerateSchizoid  : LowSchizotypal  :  ModerateAntisocial  :  LowBorderline  :  Very HighHistrionic  :  HighNarcissistic   :  ModerateAvoidant  : LowDependent   :  Very HighObsessive-Compulsive  : Moderate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/81456630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=81456630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/81456630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/81456630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/09/personality-disorder-test-take-this.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-81449293</id><published>2002-09-11T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T18:36:37.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the end...it doesn't really matterI wonder if all these efforts are actually worth it.  I slog through endless projects at work but what do I get in the end? NOTHING!  Yesterday R told me that he attended a training for a product that we're going to use soon.  And I was upset.  Because all trainings they get to attend but who gets to do all the dirty work?  ME!  I'm sick of working like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/81449293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=81449293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/81449293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/81449293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/09/in-end.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-81227058</id><published>2002-09-06T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T15:29:09.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlaarrrggghhhI have nothing to blog.  I'm going home tomorrow night.  Cheapskate company books night flight for cheaper rates.  Anyway, I'm glad I can go home!!  Here do this test.  Got it from Eraine's.  ©  What's your Inner Goddess Color?? © Jen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/81227058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=81227058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/81227058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/81227058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/09/blaarrrggghhh-i-have-nothing-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-80978585</id><published>2002-09-01T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T11:08:54.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ageless?I used to sleep in when weekend comes.  Like 9-11 hours sleep!  But these days, I get 6 hours sleep and I feel wide awake.  Damn, I must be getting old.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/80978585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=80978585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/80978585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/80978585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/09/ageless-i-used-to-sleep-in-when.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-80872653</id><published>2002-08-29T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T23:39:33.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you an actress?Life is like a drama.  Hmm, no, I think it's more like a nightmare. me : .. I told you before, I don't want another long distance relatonship.him : I don't get it, we're not so far apart.me : Can we just be friends instead?him : *Long pause*him : No, I don't want to be friends *hang up*me : *Boggle*So disappointing.  I knew this was going to happen and was trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/80872653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=80872653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/80872653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/80872653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/08/are-you-actress-life-is-like-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-80594591</id><published>2002-08-23T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T10:03:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laughter for the dayclick the pic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/80594591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=80594591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/80594591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/80594591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/08/laughter-for-day-click-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892.post-80515613</id><published>2002-08-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T17:54:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hong Kong again..Hi :).  Shadap!  I know I've been lazy.  All these flying here and there is making me very lazy.  I promised to call G when I'm back in HK.  If I didnt see him at MUD yesterday, I wouldn't remember still.  This Friday after work, I'm gonna follow my colleague to Shenzhen and will be back on Sunday evening.  Afterthat, I'll be having dinner with G *swoon*. I've to remember to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/feeds/80515613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=80515613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/80515613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default/80515613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/2002/08/hong-kong-again.html' title=''/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
