<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487892</id><updated>2009-02-21T13:53:46.823+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'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impulsion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487892/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>your</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</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='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=109771941322366141' title='2 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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</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='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=109771730959513886' title='0 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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</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='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3487892&amp;postID=108426622809559217' title='0 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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07088428618242631136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>