<?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-2215232984224604066</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:21:55.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Butterfly Story.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Msnabilalah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787847659418929365</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215232984224604066.post-1932883136517377394</id><published>2012-02-15T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T00:52:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine&amp;apos;s Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy valentines's day!&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my V-day with my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Irfan fetched me from school, then met amin afterwards went to pasir ris for my Drawing lesson, slacking time!&lt;br /&gt;Then me and amin went to surprise rif at under his blk with a rose!&lt;br /&gt;Aww, we are so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear a story of saint valentines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third centuary, &lt;br /&gt;Emperor Claudius passed his law, stating that marriage is cancelled. Saint valentine was a priest in rome, &lt;br /&gt;he secretly marry couples who wish to get married because he believed in love. &lt;br /&gt;One day, he got caught and his sentenced was death but before he died, couples everywhere, visit him in jail. &lt;br /&gt;They wanted him to know that they too, believed in love because of him.&lt;br /&gt;The prison guard allowed his daughter to visit st valentines in the cell. She helped him to keep his spirits up. On the day he died, He left her a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty. He signed it, "Love from your Valentine."&lt;br /&gt;From then on, that note started the custom of exchanging love messages on Valentine's Day. It was written on the day he died, February 14, 269 A.D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I told you, i did my research. ;) well, tomorrows presentation but i'm headin' to school at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm off to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun today. I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215232984224604066-1932883136517377394?l=thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1932883136517377394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentine-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default/1932883136517377394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default/1932883136517377394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentine-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&amp;amp;apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Msnabilalah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787847659418929365</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-2215232984224604066.post-8173795281160996857</id><published>2012-02-06T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:26:53.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If life was a melody, i&amp;apos;m the audience.</title><content type='html'>So didn't went off to school today.&lt;br /&gt;What's new?&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted a day's rest after working like fuck on thurs and fri.&lt;br /&gt;I hate night shifts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, pay is awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the 'hairspray' audition and i fucked at it again.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sing 'cause i was bloody nervous and i forget most of my dance steps.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i cried. I cried 'cause i humiliated myself and i know i can do better but i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing old. Gosh, i hate feeling that. I can't do anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I can't play the drums, i can't play arcade without breakin' my back, i can't do most of the things i'm awesome at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I really wish i had a wish.&lt;br /&gt;I would wish that i'm young again.&lt;br /&gt;I hate growing old.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_AXfDDNnX-Q/Ty9km7xoF7I/AAAAAAAACSQ/sT8AAfJxa7s/s640/blogger-image-2002659995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_AXfDDNnX-Q/Ty9km7xoF7I/AAAAAAAACSQ/sT8AAfJxa7s/s640/blogger-image-2002659995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215232984224604066-8173795281160996857?l=thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8173795281160996857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-life-was-melody-i-audience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default/8173795281160996857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default/8173795281160996857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-life-was-melody-i-audience.html' title='If life was a melody, i&amp;amp;apos;m the audience.'/><author><name>Msnabilalah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787847659418929365</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_AXfDDNnX-Q/Ty9km7xoF7I/AAAAAAAACSQ/sT8AAfJxa7s/s72-c/blogger-image-2002659995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215232984224604066.post-5377093024130625949</id><published>2012-02-02T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T02:01:55.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight for love? What if we fought and we lost?</title><content type='html'>I'm gettin' sick of teens saying they have found the one.&lt;br /&gt;Do you really found 'the one'?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just your illusions playing tricks on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Love has died, love is something we reward ourself with finding someone who loves you despite your differences and flaws. Someone who take cares of you, vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;Someone who willing to be there for you, support you and push you to your limits.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves you whether you wearing make up or nothing but your sweatshirts on.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's willing to give you space, freedom and sometimes wants to know whether you are fine on your own.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom you can love and pamper yet he/she won't get spoil and does the same.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom you can watch crappy shows together, gossip and laugh like bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who you can argue with and end up laughing, and not fight and lose each other.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom lets you talk to everyone 'cause he/she trust you, vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what i think about when finding for someone to love and/or someone who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds so 1960s.&lt;br /&gt;That's when real love exist in this messed up world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, love is just a messed up game where everyone loses and turn homo because they can't get the guy or girl they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not homophobic.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, if you love someone you wouldn't even care about how they look, how they popular they are. Just from the heart, ya know what i'm sayin?&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who are gay, and that's true love. 8 years and counting, i really wish them all the best and their love gives me hope in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You see 10 year old claimin' they love their maths teacher and they get 'orgasms' when they are around?&lt;br /&gt;Wth is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;That's crap and bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love just died. Now its just plain chemicals to the brain and hormones raging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i like to see Love. Like old granny and gramps holding hands and all, that's seriously is super sweet. But think about it, everyone likes santa, but he isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i don't believe in love but i like to see REAL LOVE. I may not know what is love now, but maybe, i think i'm just crazily confused with what i see and hear nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish for love, but am i strong enough to withstand the obstacles that will destroy me?"&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OEzVGg7nzho/Tyl-EIkOhoI/AAAAAAAACSI/PV5bGN-pW20/s640/blogger-image-1769221818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OEzVGg7nzho/Tyl-EIkOhoI/AAAAAAAACSI/PV5bGN-pW20/s640/blogger-image-1769221818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215232984224604066-5377093024130625949?l=thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5377093024130625949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/fight-for-love-what-if-we-fought-and-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default/5377093024130625949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default/5377093024130625949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/2012/02/fight-for-love-what-if-we-fought-and-we.html' title='Fight for love? What if we fought and we lost?'/><author><name>Msnabilalah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787847659418929365</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OEzVGg7nzho/Tyl-EIkOhoI/AAAAAAAACSI/PV5bGN-pW20/s72-c/blogger-image-1769221818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215232984224604066.post-8642915331354528317</id><published>2012-01-31T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:29:55.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i die, lay me in a bed of roses.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick like hell this few days.&lt;br /&gt;I stupidly told my (A&amp;F) supervisor that i'll be workin' on monday but i couldn't even get up.&lt;br /&gt;So i went to the docs,&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he said?&lt;br /&gt;"hmm, you have gastric flu but the thing i'm worried is about, is your tonsilities. You have been putting it off the surgery for too long and because of that, your fever is getting higher and you are getting sick too often.  You might get sick even more. So its best to go for the surgery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is,&lt;br /&gt;I hate hospitals, i believe natural recovery is way better right?&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling tired and sick.&lt;br /&gt;God, my head hurts so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish i could get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed school for three days.&lt;br /&gt;I have to hand in projects and craps.&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna work so bad,&lt;br /&gt;'cause i practically need cash.&lt;br /&gt;I hate askin' my 'rents for cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so weak.&lt;br /&gt;Ergh, 2012 suck raw eggs. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215232984224604066-8642915331354528317?l=thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8642915331354528317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-die-lay-me-in-bed-of-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default/8642915331354528317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default/8642915331354528317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-die-lay-me-in-bed-of-roses.html' title='If i die, lay me in a bed of roses.'/><author><name>Msnabilalah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787847659418929365</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-2215232984224604066.post-8203484034046556574</id><published>2012-01-29T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:11:51.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting New and Fresh in 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O1qW0wUQ6U/TyVEk_pFJiI/AAAAAAAACR0/KckDt0-tRzc/s1600/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O1qW0wUQ6U/TyVEk_pFJiI/AAAAAAAACR0/KckDt0-tRzc/s320/one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703039905484318242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know blogs are lame and whatnot,&lt;br /&gt;But i want to start writing again like years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Since writing is the only way to relieve stress and let everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to afresh since it's 2012, i need to feel like me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215232984224604066-8203484034046556574?l=thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8203484034046556574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/2012/01/starting-new-and-fresh-in-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default/8203484034046556574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215232984224604066/posts/default/8203484034046556574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebutterfliesinlove.blogspot.com/2012/01/starting-new-and-fresh-in-2012.html' title='Starting New and Fresh in 2012'/><author><name>Msnabilalah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787847659418929365</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O1qW0wUQ6U/TyVEk_pFJiI/AAAAAAAACR0/KckDt0-tRzc/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
