<?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-7172584</id><updated>2011-07-15T10:46:08.428+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Arisan Centro bagi rakyat Brunei Darussalam yang kuliah di Ostrali</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the A.C. Bitch!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BellyBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v304/jenawi/Bjeh/rambut_kriting.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172584.post-109980000694405820</id><published>2004-11-07T13:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T14:00:06.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fikirkan tya~</title><content type='html'>"If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater" -  (Quoted from those who have said this gazillions of times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attemptful response to that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a sad fact of life, that people who professionally preach love and understanding, talking and listening, being good towards each other, are often the ones who would act most fiercely against their own 'sermons', when they are personally affected by the very same situations their clients are in. How can you then take the professional advice of such people seriously?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i still love u~ i still want u~ i still need u in my life, in my life~&lt;br /&gt;(it's still u *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109980000694405820?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109980000694405820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109980000694405820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109980000694405820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109980000694405820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/11/fikirkan-tya.html' title='Fikirkan tya~'/><author><name>MiuMiu78</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172584.post-109972038528244955</id><published>2004-11-06T15:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T15:53:05.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SEASON 2!!!</title><content type='html'>Updates!!! The O.C. Season 2 has officially began in the U.S.! So get Downloading for those who just can't wait to see what happens to Marissa, Ryan, Seth, Kirsten and the gang. But for those who i know that are specifically IMPATIENT u guys can go to the O.C. Forum or the Fox official site for spoilers on Season 2! Huuhuhuhhu O.C. BATUs!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109972038528244955?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109972038528244955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109972038528244955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109972038528244955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109972038528244955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/11/season-2.html' title='SEASON 2!!!'/><author><name>BellyBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v304/jenawi/Bjeh/rambut_kriting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172584.post-109967048502646796</id><published>2004-11-06T01:43:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T02:34:32.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessimistic view on Love?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-interesting aint it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Dalam diam jiwaku telah terluka memilikimu~ Karna ku takkan bisa tuk selamanya jadi cintamu ~Sesungguhnya hanya dirimu, tapi mereka tak mengerti ~Dan menentang cintaku denganmu~ Ku tlah menyerah slamanya dan mengakhiri kisah kita~ Meski air mata membunuhku~ Ku memng pecundang sejati yang tak sanggup perjuangkan cinta ~Maafkan semua cintaku, ku meninggalkanmu~ Janganlah kau tanyakan tentang janjiku yang pernah terucap ~ karna semua tlah nyata kini diriku mengingkari~&lt;br /&gt;*My forbidden angel: Miss ya*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109967048502646796?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109967048502646796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109967048502646796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109967048502646796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109967048502646796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/11/pessimistic-view-on-love_06.html' title='Pessimistic view on Love?'/><author><name>MiuMiu78</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-7172584.post-109947618343178587</id><published>2004-11-03T19:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:26:34.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love connected to a Bus ride?</title><content type='html'>Love is like waiting for a bus. When the bus comes, you look at it and you say to yourself "eeee... panuh jua.. nda dapat duduk eh.., I'll wait for the next one." So you let the bus go and wait for the second bus. Then the second bus comes, you look at it and you say, "eeee...this bus is so old...so shabby!" So you let the bus go and again, decide to wait for the next bus. After a while another bus comes, it's not crowded, not old but you said, "eeee... panas eh inda ada aircon ...better wait for the next one." So again you let the bus go and decide to wait for the next bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sky started to get dark as it was getting late. You panic and jump immediately on to the next bus. It is not until much later that you found out that you had boarded the wrong bus! And you wasted your time and money just to get into the wrong one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if an air conditioned bus comes, you can't ensure that the air conditioned bus won't break down or whether or not the airconditioner will be too cold for you. Wanting to get what you want is not wrong. But it wouldn't hurt to give other people a chance. If you find that the "bus" doesn't suit you just press the red button and get off the bus! Hey, who said life is fair??? The best thing to do is be observant and open-minded. If it doesn't suit you, get off. I'm sure you've had this experience before. You saw a bus coming (the bus you want of course). You flagged it but the driver acted as if he did not see you and zoomed pass you! It just wasn't meant for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, being loved is like waiting for a bus you want. Getting on the bus and appreciating the bus by giving it a chance depends totally on you. If you haven't made any choice, WALK! Walking is like being single. The good side of it is you can still choose any bus you want...the rest who couldn't afford another ride would just have to be content with the bus they rode on, ugly or not. Also, sometimes it is better to choose a bus you are already familiar with rather than to gamble with a bus that is unfamiliar to you. But then again, &lt;em&gt;life wouldn't be complete without the risks involved&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one bus that I failed to tell you about.- the Bus you do not have to wait for, the Bus that will stop on its own and ask you if you wish to come inside, then take you for a joy ride for the rest of your life. Hope you get to ride on that bus! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting way to view the people who come &amp; go in ur lives doesnt it.. especially in terms of relationships.. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N21/19's: Ur on da right track gurl.. Glad to know ur on Bus No:19.. Kaka Xpecting wedding bells ok *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;B^Yaz: U finally boarded da ryte bus.. Enjoy da ride woman.. *miss u tons* ;)&lt;br /&gt;DanielBoii: Heheh.. No comment D, hop on all da busses n have fun.. *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;Jenawi: Be patient.. Walk da walk.. ur bus will come.. u juz wait n see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"J"~: its ur turn jay~ *wink* *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Everynight on my knees I pray~Dear lord hear my plea~Don't ever let another take his love from me Or I will surely die~Heavenly, when your arms unfold me~I hear the tender upsity~ But in reality, He doesn't even know me~ Just my imagination, running away with me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109947618343178587?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109947618343178587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109947618343178587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109947618343178587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109947618343178587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/11/love-connected-to-bus-ride.html' title='Love connected to a Bus ride?'/><author><name>MiuMiu78</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-7172584.post-109827245355442080</id><published>2004-10-20T19:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T21:43:24.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakup Friends?</title><content type='html'>Ok boggle this... When is a 'breakup' considered a 'breakup'? When a 'breakup' occurs does one stop acknowledging the other party or does one go on being 'friends'? If the latter is taken which is to remain 'friends' then how much of individualism would u grant ur former partner and vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, when a 'breakup' occurs then both persons will gain back their individualism, get over the relationship and move on with their individual lives... Then when the time is right, get back into the dating game and try again for yet another relationship with the hope of getting the next one right.. If this is so, why does a significant proportion of the population out there, especially ours, find great difficulty in regaining their individualism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this utopian idea that when a 'breakup' occurs, thats it, lives are separated, individualism is once again acheived, the 'us' factor is not there anymore, the 'we' factor is abolished.. But as i age in this ancient ground, I discover that sometimes this is not the case.. Its more often than not now that either one or both individuals in the broken up relationship would still hang on to each other.. Now where did the good old notion of 'let go of the burdens of the past and move on to the discoveries of a new &amp; better future' go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the 'we shall just remain friends' notion after a 'breakup'? Is that truly possible? If the idea of both individuals just being friends &amp;amp; to accept &amp;amp; embrace that both of them are living seperate lives and neither one of them can dictate each other anymore, then perhaps the idea of 'just being friends' can truly be considered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem that kicks most people in the face is that after a 'breakup' and choosing the 'just being friends' option, they still act as if they are a couple.. They won't allow their PREVIOUS partner to live their own lives, see other people or even be in contact with other people.. Where is the logical sense in this?.. If its like that then why break up in the first place! (Being overly emotional here *hehe)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that most excuses that exists out there are contemporary.. The typical 'nda sampai hati meninggalkan mcm atu saja', 'haf a responsibility over dem', yadda yadda yaddda.. But are these excuses just cover ups for what lies beneath? Is the truth of the matter just simply, to used to being with them and the very thought of going on with life without them or without anyone, scares the sh*t out of u? A provoking thought to ponder on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. Just my thought of the day.. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~so long to all my pain~ gudnyte 2 my heartache~ gudbye sorrow~ i wont cry no more~ i'm leavin u tomorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109827245355442080?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109827245355442080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109827245355442080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109827245355442080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109827245355442080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/10/breakup-friends.html' title='Breakup Friends?'/><author><name>MiuMiu78</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-7172584.post-109766003078923527</id><published>2004-10-14T12:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T19:33:50.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E </title><content type='html'>Another day, another time frame that I've wasted with playing Love &amp;amp; Conquer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with "LOVE"? Does it spell disaster? or maybe its just us playing around with our minds that love really exists with the other partner? As I typed on to nothingness, I think to myself, Does love really conquer it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the "mahaguru " of thing called Love but its what experience that builds you up to believe how love is for you. If you think many heartbreaks has lead you to be vulnerable and feel hatred of love, then you might not be trustworthy of any guys you met. If you're the type of person who has never fallen in love might think that love is a sacred thing that you must discover with a really special person ..and might turnout to be a really picky person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I clicked on to the big web of wasting time infront of the screen, I think to myself, is it a "click" away from getting love? To the general consesus, love is a a special click you get with anyone you are comfortable with and knowing that they will not intentionally hurt you and even if they do they will never do it again and it is up to us who needs to trust in that special bond. Another human behavior of what people can relate to when they want love is "wanting what they can't have". A reason I point out might be because ...Let's face it, all of us have been through this situation and we all know what the consequences it leads to in the future. Even if we know what the disaster it would rise, we still want to pursue it and at the end love rules you. A thing to remember," Never let love rule you or you will be in trouble". If you fall in the hands of such supremacy, you will be in deep deep deep trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people who would be included upon your downfall would be best friends, friends, families, relatives and the list goes on and on. All of them would be pushed away by you coz you want to taste the sweetness yet threatening bitter taste of Love.&lt;br /&gt;Helllooo~~ I'm not like the anti-love protest outside the Refrac..its just that I'm advising you guys that love can be stupid at times and we need to be careful on who to trust if we are going to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOhhh..this guy sitting beside me is HOT!! (I know right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral is "Don't get caught in trusting love easily coz the only one that trouble would lead back is to you and you are the only who has to deal with it in the future"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109766003078923527?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109766003078923527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109766003078923527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109766003078923527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109766003078923527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/10/love.html' title='L.O.V.E '/><author><name>Daniel Boii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030610461937322425</uri><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-7172584.post-109766028147926135</id><published>2004-10-13T19:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T19:38:01.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging in from Uni</title><content type='html'>M smack in da mid of uni ryte now wif babyboii.. FYI he's next to me blogging his life away jua.. Sup babyboii!! (haha padahal he's sitting next to me).. M blogging while waiting for j47 &amp; Shalai to come back from the law library.. They haf gone to borrow books from there.. Hmm what a turmoil of a day.. Its been a rollercoaster of emotions/feelings/mishaps/unfortunate incidents etc etc.. Oh well, the dutiful daily ritual i reckon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. myte blog later on tonight wen my mind is much clearer... Its no fun caught up in uni, amongst the midst of people, with bloody red shot eyes, running nose and as babyboii puts it in his own words 'ehh mengapa ko nda beusul ani eh.. mcm org nda mkn 10 hari!!!'.. for those of u who knows me.. not eating for 10 days is a catastrophe!! (psst psst babyboii.. turn to ur 4 o'clock.. sooo ur type!!!!)... Laterz den people.. Babyboii &amp; myself are racing to see who's gonna blog first!!.. Daym it.. I think I lost!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i wanna run to u... but if i cum to u.. wud u stay.. or will u run away?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109766028147926135?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109766028147926135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109766028147926135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109766028147926135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109766028147926135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/10/blogging-in-from-uni.html' title='Blogging in from Uni'/><author><name>MiuMiu78</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-7172584.post-109768363080454740</id><published>2004-10-13T19:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:07:10.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE IS OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>The reviews from spectators have been good and i hope we keep it that way. Hehehe if not F U! Bisai hidup kawan2 ku ani. Penuh dengan emosi dan agenda agenda yang tergendala (i just wanted to use dat word ;p) hahah everyones been busy this week and i personally have been busy waiting for O.C. to finish downloading. And i've finally watched the last episode. Uwaaaa.....why does it have to end???!!!! Watched it with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19's gurl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and she had an amazing tear-fest! Matai....even when the episode ended she cried like a river during the rain. Hahah i merely teared a trickle. Heheh Well there goes my life! Nomore O.C. until November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Hate, Death and Stress has made a huge impact on my life this week. I've even considered on looking for a Shrink. Life's a Bitch....lets leave it to that. Til the next blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109768363080454740?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109768363080454740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109768363080454740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109768363080454740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109768363080454740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-life-is-over.html' title='MY LIFE IS OVER!!!'/><author><name>BellyBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v304/jenawi/Bjeh/rambut_kriting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172584.post-109764690547609361</id><published>2004-10-13T15:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T15:55:05.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Times.. Lots of Memories</title><content type='html'>Why issit when u say GoodBye to someone.. When u officially think its over.. &amp; trying to get over dat person.. Ada chea dtg wifout u expecting it?.. Hmm.. When one relationship ends.. Does it really end? Or is it just stuck in some frozen time frame Or better yet, hidden in some forgotten file until some incident happens when flashback of memories just come shockingly back into reality?.. So much uncertainties yet time wud still keep on churning.. events wud continue to unfold.. n memories will still keep haunting us till da day we walk off this earth.. *sigh* Bugger bnr eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~after all dat i've been thru.. i'm still in luv wif u~ ~ i cant get u off my mind.. our love is one of a kind~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109764690547609361?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109764690547609361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109764690547609361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109764690547609361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109764690547609361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/10/bad-times-lots-of-memories.html' title='Bad Times.. Lots of Memories'/><author><name>MiuMiu78</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-7172584.post-109758309283015206</id><published>2004-10-12T22:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T22:11:32.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro to Daniel-Boii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Hello ahli-ahli arisan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru ketemu semuanya ya…di sini Daniel Boii…one of the members of Arisan Centro, I’m different yet similar to u guys..so don’t be surprised…just bare with me and U will find me interesting in each blog I post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me? I’m a 21 year old guy who is majoring in Events Business. What makes me special is the number of people I’m involve me at the same time.. hehe.. Bendaball would type me as a “International Playa” which I don’t really think so.. like helllooo~~  How many guys can you go out with at the same time.. well I’m going out with 4 guys at the mo’…what I’m not a slut! I just can’t help it OK! AND they’re not in the same “area code” which I find very important in maintaining these relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, you might be saying..heyy this is interesting.. Ok I’m gonna give u guys a brief description of who I’m seeing now. Bear in mind, these aren’t their real names as I need to protect the copyright of name law…what!! Hehe …Anyways, the first guy is Boy, he’s from  KK (Kota Kinabalu), and is fairly in love with me as I am in love with him. Actually, the story goes like this, we met each other when I was 17 years old and he was 20-ish..we fell in love the moment we met and we clicked BUT the problem was I was too young to pursue a relationship and he doesn’t want to be the 2nd Michael Jackson…hellooo reputation crisis. And so..we just stayed in contact and true to myself being so forgetful, I forgot to give my e-mail address (internet love..hehe) to him and by the first year as I went overseas, we lost contact. Four to five years passed by, I tried searching for him even last year coz I heard from sources that he was working in Brunei. But found nothing, suddenly out of the blue, he e-mailed me and gave me his contact number back in KK (yeah a new number duh!). He said he saw my profile in Friendster (I know!) and decided to e-mail me, he said he’ve been searching for me for the past few years and he still kept the gift I gave to him when we met..(Isn’t it adorable?) Oh well, we talked few times (I called!) and we’ve been keeping in contact eversince. He said he’s gonna wait for me in Brunei when I get back. After all those years, he still have a tiny feeling in his heart for me…hehe …telling you guys to not lose faith easily ..I’ll keep U guys posted on Boy on my next blog or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy is Nicholai..an Australian guy who lives in Brisbane..he’s a Lawyer (uhuh!) and he’s doing post-grad…. A wonderful guy…very sweet and charming…We met last weekend and stayed overnight at his house (uhuh..he owns a house). We were charmed for each other…Actually, I just had coffee with him earlier coz he’s going off to Sydney tomorrow (just a day trip) for an internship interview.. he’s a smart and very loving guy. Hopefully our relationship is going somewhere coz I think I’m starting to fall for him..  I know..its hard..and YES!! I had been intimate with him if U must know…but it was a mutual feeling…it felt like we had a connection or something but we didn’t go all the way…just the softcore stuff (plz…I ain’t a whore! hehe). I’m gonna meet him up again hopefully this weekend..coz both of us are busy with our priorities.. I’ll keep U posted with Nicholai ok…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guy is Dodi from Brunei…. He’s a different one I suppose, even I get confused by him. Ok we started going out as friends right, he’s a straight guy right…then after texting and meeting up several times, he started to fall for me..and the feeling was mutual…C’mon he’s a straight guy…its like getting what U can’t have! He said I remind him of his ex-girlfriend that passed way in a car accident..maybe the way I treated him..which is normal on how I treat my friends…really! So he sleptover at my place one night..and poured his feelings out…and we didn’t do anything ok…I respect him being as a friend.. As good as it sounds, we get on very well but haven’t been texting him for a while coz’ maybe I don’t really feel comfortable being in a relationship with a straight guy (hello….its hard to trust a straight guy or a bisexual). So our relationship at this end is a lil’ bit edgy… I know that I broke my golden rule which is never get involve with a straight guy or a bisexual..unless its just for sex! Been there done that…believe me it’s a good rule to live by for all my people! Oh and don’ get involve with guys that I had relationships with…they’re always screw-ups! So, maybe I’m gonna end my relationship with Dodi maybe when I get back…and hopefully we can stay as friends ..its much more appropriate. I’ll keep u posted on him when I get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus, the guy from Sydney. What about him? He really likes me (but never had the need to go to Brisbane..how stupid..eh his lost). He’s gorgeous, well-endowed (uhuh…saw it thru his web-cam) cute, romantic and did I mention gorgeous..like model gorgeous (uhuh!). Well, he’s now working at the States..and he’s coming back to Sydney like mid-October..which is soon and I’m suppose to meet him up this 20ish October in Sydney. But looking at my financial mishaps right now, I think I have to postpone my trip till after my exams…but I really do wanna meet him up..I wanna know him intimately (wink). But who  know, my financial cloud might clear up and I might go after all…we’ll see…I will keep U posted on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are others but I think this is enough for the time being..I will pour my heart out on my past relationships and tell on what to do’s &amp; don’ts in relationship..well if it applies in the next episode of my love saga! For now, I’m just gonna fuck off coz I’ve taken much space for the blog page…take care people…and much love from Daniel Boii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words of wisdom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Go with the flow, do what U feel is right and don’t let love ruin ur sanity”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109758309283015206?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109758309283015206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109758309283015206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109758309283015206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109758309283015206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/10/intro-to-daniel-boii.html' title='Intro to Daniel-Boii'/><author><name>Daniel Boii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030610461937322425</uri><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-7172584.post-109719811575384951</id><published>2004-10-08T11:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T11:18:31.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who are free from resentful thoughts surely find peace =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would she live her life or would she take her life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If she lived, she wondered, how would she find peace? She had already determined that no matter how many times her father traded her in marriage, she would never love again as she had loved Alfonso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, to find peace she knew she must be able to forgive those who had wronged her, for if she could not, the anger she held in her heart and her mind would tether her to hate and rob of her freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;True or not? Got that from a book I am reading now. Hehe. So yea, the moral of the this is mmm... In order to find true love, we have to heal our hearts. And healing begins with forgiveness. When we forgive, we love ourselves better. Life is too short to be upset all the time.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109719811575384951?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109719811575384951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109719811575384951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109719811575384951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109719811575384951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/10/those-who-are-free-from-resentful.html' title='Those who are free from resentful thoughts surely find peace =)'/><author><name>unknown</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-7172584.post-109715947490752005</id><published>2004-10-08T00:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:31:14.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A.C.'s at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v304/jenawi/jay/October/O.jpg" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the A.C. busy at work watching the latest downloads of the O.C. episodes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109715947490752005?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109715947490752005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109715947490752005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109715947490752005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109715947490752005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/10/acs-at-work.html' title='A.C.&apos;s at Work'/><author><name>BellyBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v304/jenawi/Bjeh/rambut_kriting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172584.post-109696357961748083</id><published>2004-10-05T18:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:29:37.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MiuMiu here welcoming you to the A.C.</title><content type='html'>Hey Y'all.. Just an opening statement while waiting for everyone to post in.. Life is very mild n mellow here down in the AC.. Everyone caught up in their own lives/dilemmas/problems etc etc.. A reminder to all especially to those yg &lt;em&gt;merindui&lt;/em&gt;.. yg &lt;em&gt;angau&lt;/em&gt;.. yg &lt;em&gt;broken hearted&lt;/em&gt;.. yg &lt;em&gt;lonely.. &lt;/em&gt;dan sewaktu dgnnya.. Jgn jua lupakan assignments &amp; exams which is just around the corner.. *ahakz* (remind me to actually register wat i sed in my brain).. Anyhow, gotta calo now.. Sushi calls.. Yummmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So tell me how u feel? R u for real? Do u think of me? Baby still?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109696357961748083?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109696357961748083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109696357961748083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109696357961748083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109696357961748083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/10/miumiu-here-welcoming-you-to-ac.html' title='MiuMiu here welcoming you to the A.C.'/><author><name>MiuMiu78</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-7172584.post-109695618451837427</id><published>2004-10-05T16:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:28:51.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the A.C.</title><content type='html'>Welcome to those snobby stuffed up bitches who have nothing better to do but diss about other people and talk about them behind their backs. Well we are the people you talk about so bring it on! We aren't normal or perfect. We have flaws just like how NORMAL people are supposed to. So welcome and enjoy the bitchfest. Selamat ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7172584-109695618451837427?l=arisancentro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/feeds/109695618451837427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7172584&amp;postID=109695618451837427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109695618451837427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7172584/posts/default/109695618451837427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arisancentro.blogspot.com/2004/10/welcome-to-ac.html' title='Welcome to the A.C.'/><author><name>BellyBoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v304/jenawi/Bjeh/rambut_kriting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
