<?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-5072164050757319473</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:46:54.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diary of an êgðtê§tï©å£ jê®K</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my life.. this is how i choose to live it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M.I.R.F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16832796398567869408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/whitelighter1985/KL04026.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072164050757319473.post-1736727946826335443</id><published>2007-05-28T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:16:07.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On The Road..</title><content type='html'>It certainly feels great to be riding again. No hustling and bustling thanks to the public transport rush. Not a least worried of going home late. And many more lah. Though my ride now is certainly different from my previous one, i like it just the same. This time round i'm gonna be much more careful. Using a padlock to lock the chain and spocket. Pple can say what they want.. but if it makes me feel safe, who cares? Goodbye TZM, hello 125Z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072164050757319473-1736727946826335443?l=mirfolicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1736727946826335443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072164050757319473&amp;postID=1736727946826335443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/1736727946826335443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/1736727946826335443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-on-road.html' title='Back On The Road..'/><author><name>M.I.R.F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16832796398567869408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/whitelighter1985/KL04026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072164050757319473.post-5759876614149795836</id><published>2007-04-18T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:19:46.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I went for a job interview a couple of days ago. And it was really an interview, I came in a formal shirt and pants. And mind you, it was my first real interview of that sort. As for the interview, i think i did well enough for them to consider me. My testimonials i received over the years speak volume of my capabilities. Anyway.. i received a call when i was sleeping just now. I wonder if it was them. But I didnt bother to call back. Cuz somehow.. If it was them, i dont feel like starting work this week. Haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072164050757319473-5759876614149795836?l=mirfolicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5759876614149795836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072164050757319473&amp;postID=5759876614149795836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/5759876614149795836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/5759876614149795836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/2007/04/job-interview.html' title='Job Interview'/><author><name>M.I.R.F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16832796398567869408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/whitelighter1985/KL04026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072164050757319473.post-3818114839956460098</id><published>2007-04-05T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:25:46.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><content type='html'>If my eyes aren't playing tricks on me, then my 3rd time applying for the course didn't go through. This time round my hopes were a little high cause they took quite a long time to send me the letter. For the past two years, within weeks of my application i already received a letter from them stating that my application wasn't successful. This time, it was longer. They must have put in some serious thought into my application. Oh well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? Truth to be told, i was hard hit. I took one whole day to register, and rethink of my next move. Plan B? NTU NIE? Be a PE teacher? That's the next best thing that i would want to do. But i guess, i'm going to take a year break for now. This one year i want to work. My family members have yet to know. But i'm going to tell them for sure. Just waiting for  the letter. And  after my contact tracing exercise.  Hope they let me make my own decision. Not to mention supporting it.  I'm an adult afterall. My friends did say to just apply now and  not waste a year. Waste? I don't see it as a waste. I see it as an opportunity for me to get myself mentally prepared for the challenges ahead. It is, afterall going to be a life changing experience. Not to mention a life long courier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite projecting my normal cheerful side on the outside, i was disappointed. With myself actually. For not able to get better results. I dug my own grave there and no one else could save me except of course myself. I shall not let this dampen my spirit. I've got to be more receptive of this change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072164050757319473-3818114839956460098?l=mirfolicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3818114839956460098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072164050757319473&amp;postID=3818114839956460098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/3818114839956460098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/3818114839956460098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>M.I.R.F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16832796398567869408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/whitelighter1985/KL04026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072164050757319473.post-4318527059890853950</id><published>2007-04-02T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:51:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again..</title><content type='html'>2 summons in 1 week. Haha... No wonder my mum is a lil bit bising abt it. This time it was an honest mistake. Managed to escape one gantry but not another.. Well.. learnt my lesson. From now on gonna put in my cashcard whenever i'm going to the town area. 30 bucks plus.. That's wat those 2 summons cost me. Let see.. wat can 30 bucks get me? 2 times full tank... 3, 1 litre of 2t. 4 day and night parking coupons. Change of engine oil. Filter for my 2t. Haha.. alot of things sia. Nevermind.. guess i have to learn it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. A chat with an old friend made me realise that i dont always portray myself as the good guy. But honestly, i cant really be bothered of what they think of me. Or from the so-called rumours. I dont really care whether these factors cloud their judgement of who i truly am. If they do bother to know me as i am, then let them be. If they dont want to, i'm not gonna go up to them and explain to them the true me. I dont have time for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072164050757319473-4318527059890853950?l=mirfolicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4318527059890853950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072164050757319473&amp;postID=4318527059890853950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/4318527059890853950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/4318527059890853950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-again.html' title='Not again..'/><author><name>M.I.R.F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16832796398567869408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/whitelighter1985/KL04026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072164050757319473.post-7135676207460341180</id><published>2007-03-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:32:25.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time....</title><content type='html'>I know it will be a matter of time. But just didnt noe it's gonna be diz soon. Haha.. all thanks to my kentalness.. Letak parking coupon tapi salah lot. Apa da. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072164050757319473-7135676207460341180?l=mirfolicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7135676207460341180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072164050757319473&amp;postID=7135676207460341180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/7135676207460341180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/7135676207460341180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time....'/><author><name>M.I.R.F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16832796398567869408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/whitelighter1985/KL04026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072164050757319473.post-4831437430179590109</id><published>2007-03-19T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:02:16.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutch Cable Putus!</title><content type='html'>What a day... Haha.. Clutch cable putus ey fiz? Kl lah tak pasal kena tunggu didi.. aku rasa tak ya nak tolak motor ar.. Dah org sumer tgk semacam.. Dah tu, berpeluh pelih plak... Haha.. Okie.. Checked out the jersey.. Cant wait for hobo to don their new colours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072164050757319473-4831437430179590109?l=mirfolicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4831437430179590109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072164050757319473&amp;postID=4831437430179590109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/4831437430179590109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/4831437430179590109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/clutch-cable-putus.html' title='Clutch Cable Putus!'/><author><name>M.I.R.F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16832796398567869408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/whitelighter1985/KL04026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072164050757319473.post-8240409594114291025</id><published>2007-03-19T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:29:16.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reasons... Or Excuses??</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a close friend asked, "How come you are still single all this while?"&lt;br /&gt;First of all.. Do i have to like not be single? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... I get this questions a lot. Kinda used to it. To make matters clear. I'm not gay. No offense to those who are. I've nothing against you guys. I  love women too much to turn my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just me. I have a tendency to push away girls when they've start coming close. I admit. Sometimes i do lead them on. That's because i wanna give it a try as well.. But then something hit me. And i just back away. Truth to be told, i am afraid of commitment. It could be a reason that after 5 years of singlehood, i'm so used to this life. I have friends and families whom i'm close to. I dont need anybody else. Or do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason could be the fact i set a very high standard. It's a way of protecting myself from falling in love too easily. I dont wanna end up hurting either me or the other party. And sometimes i feel you have to be cruel to be kind.  I guess it's just a matter of time until the right one comes along...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072164050757319473-8240409594114291025?l=mirfolicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8240409594114291025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072164050757319473&amp;postID=8240409594114291025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/8240409594114291025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/8240409594114291025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/reasons-or-excuses.html' title='The Reasons... Or Excuses??'/><author><name>M.I.R.F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16832796398567869408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/whitelighter1985/KL04026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072164050757319473.post-1155410875323521560</id><published>2007-03-16T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:57:02.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning..</title><content type='html'>Dont know what exactly happened to my previous templates. I guess i'll just stick to basics. Trying to keep this as close knit as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5072164050757319473-1155410875323521560?l=mirfolicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1155410875323521560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5072164050757319473&amp;postID=1155410875323521560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/1155410875323521560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5072164050757319473/posts/default/1155410875323521560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirfolicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning..'/><author><name>M.I.R.F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16832796398567869408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/whitelighter1985/KL04026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
