<?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-8952259</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:07:20.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dae that i die</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I really would like to meet him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask him why we are who we are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me all your thoughts on God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I'm on my way to see him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me am I very far now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2780197897080522058?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952259.post-3969516890832062516</id><published>2008-07-03T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:22:41.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday XP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3969516890832062516?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3969516890832062516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3969516890832062516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5724997776106893523?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5724997776106893523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5724997776106893523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5724997776106893523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5724997776106893523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/06/stinking-piece-of-joke.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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that I still have to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3121799747806045435?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3121799747806045435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3121799747806045435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3121799747806045435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3121799747806045435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-may-never-find-all-answers-i-may.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952259.post-5635909700735047999</id><published>2008-04-07T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:00:13.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the award for the best liar goes to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How about a round of applause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A standing ovation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curtain's finally closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That was quite a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very entertaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it's over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5635909700735047999?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5635909700735047999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My mind runs wilder than reality really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-8282550794186142303?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8282550794186142303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=8282550794186142303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/8282550794186142303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/8282550794186142303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mind-runs-wilder-than-reality-really.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-9095277487914910851</id><published>2008-03-15T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:05:53.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But how can that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Life is just fucking good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-9095277487914910851?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9095277487914910851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=9095277487914910851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9095277487914910851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9095277487914910851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/03/but-how-can-that-be-cause-life-is-good.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-443250932672398037</id><published>2008-03-04T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:26:09.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I should just fucking give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-443250932672398037?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/443250932672398037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=443250932672398037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/443250932672398037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/443250932672398037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-i-should-just-fucking-give-up.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-5856144145397161930</id><published>2008-03-02T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:48:05.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am giving up on making passes and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am giving up on half empty glassess and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am giving up on greener grasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5856144145397161930?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5856144145397161930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5856144145397161930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5856144145397161930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5856144145397161930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-giving-up-on-making-passes-and-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-5036680484770136226</id><published>2008-02-29T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:59:06.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5036680484770136226?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5036680484770136226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5036680484770136226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5036680484770136226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5036680484770136226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-my-opinion-best-thing-you-can-do-is.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-2904807311327707308</id><published>2008-02-28T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:55:11.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If you have love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;you don't need to have anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; if you don't have it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesn't matter much what else you have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2904807311327707308?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2904807311327707308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2904807311327707308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2904807311327707308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2904807311327707308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-you-have-love-you-dont-need-to-have.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3238180931246788720</id><published>2008-02-27T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:14:32.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thoughts become things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Or dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes, just by seeing someone in your dreams -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;puts a smile across your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3238180931246788720?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3238180931246788720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3238180931246788720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3238180931246788720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3238180931246788720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/thoughts-become-things.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3702535520290272297</id><published>2008-02-25T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:04:38.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I love myself a lil bit too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3702535520290272297?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3702535520290272297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3702535520290272297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3702535520290272297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3702535520290272297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-i-love-myself-lil-bit-too-much.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3035827206966868012</id><published>2008-02-24T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T11:38:49.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I know I'd probably be labelled a bitch for typing this out but you know I don't really care because yes I do think I am a bitch but thats alright because you should have known better than be a stupid idiot for doing what you did and making me be the bitch I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Firstly you're being so fucking childish when you replied me with that smses you did. And mind you I mean every fucking thing I said in it. Wow its amazing how you get so pissed when I speak whats on my mind without even trying, WITHOUT TRYING to offend you. What? You can't take it already? Why? Sounds too true for you? Aiyo you're damn childish leh. And I thought you'd be more matured than anyone else because you know HAHA okay maybe not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I think you're seriously yellow-bellied but then again you failed today so awwww too bad. LOL. Your attempts of sarcasm (yes its spelt SARCASM) really don't work. Aiya why I even bother right I also donch know lor. Like you said I was never your best friend so like wtf you want to act sadsxz like as if I was the one who wanted to create the drama then okay lor. I think people find it entertaining when I'm associated in a conflict because I supposed its more fun? HAHAHA okay its alright I really get it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So right now lets keep it this way. I'm THE ONE who didn't inform you about the cancelled plans because I don't like to reply msges at 8am in the morning while I'm still sleeping? and oh its okay if someone else also didn't reply because they didn't reply anymore and offend you after that. HAHAHA. loser kapee. and yeah too bad no one told you we cancelled because in fact I did inform a particular someone about it last night. Shouldn't you be annoyed with her too cuz she didn't tell you? Oh no! Cuz you just want to make sure I tell you about it. Don't know why me but yeah I was responsible for telling you about it. No, your best friend of 10 years couldn't do the telling. You just still need to hear it from me. And what happened when I didn't bother replying your msg because I assumed your best friend of 10 years would have told you about it? Oh I get nothing actually. HAHA. I just get fucked up attitude at a party but its okay you know because I really did enjoyed myself even without you talking to me. :D Yeah I know I'm mean but its true. I'm just being honest here and oh i feel so good about this. See how much of a bitch I am? Like OMG she said that to her friend? Yeah I'm probably too kurang ajar for you to befriend me. Its okay you know. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You know the only reason why I'm typing this is because I feel hot inside from the party and I can't sleep. And the "yous" in this entry is meant for a lot of different people so if you think you're the one then you're probably right. Then maybe you should go jump down 10 storeys high and not die. Because I'd rather you suffer HAHAHAHA and die a painful death that would be awesome and then maybe I'd love you a whole lot more then. HEEHEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nadiah's &amp;amp; Alif's 18th was a blast! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3035827206966868012?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3035827206966868012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3035827206966868012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3035827206966868012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3035827206966868012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-know-id-probably-be-labelled-bitch.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-5153416806882159861</id><published>2008-02-03T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:07:37.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell Daddy I'm still his little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5153416806882159861?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5153416806882159861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5153416806882159861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5153416806882159861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5153416806882159861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/02/tell-daddy-im-still-his-little-girl.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-6330392694683721080</id><published>2008-01-29T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:12:57.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; I couldn't act like you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but I can love like you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Between us there is something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't explain it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only you knew..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-6330392694683721080?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6330392694683721080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=6330392694683721080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6330392694683721080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6330392694683721080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-couldnt-act-like-you-but-i-can-love.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-9091157669603889107</id><published>2008-01-22T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:37:18.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Semester exams' timetable out and honestly, I can't wait to get it over and done with. Trying to catch up with time is not easy though. Especially when there's so many things to remember and the mind's not accepting much more fact because there's nothing in there but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-9091157669603889107?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9091157669603889107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=9091157669603889107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9091157669603889107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9091157669603889107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/semester-exams-timetable-out-and.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-9168439275871783649</id><published>2008-01-18T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:29:43.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And that even the biggest failure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;even the worst most intractable mistake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;beats the hell out of not trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you close.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-9168439275871783649?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9168439275871783649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=9168439275871783649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9168439275871783649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9168439275871783649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-that-even-biggest-failure-even.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-2543639991754436668</id><published>2008-01-11T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:37:52.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If I could find &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;things would get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;we could leave this town,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and run forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2543639991754436668?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2543639991754436668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2543639991754436668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2543639991754436668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2543639991754436668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-could-find-you-now-things-would.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-2688923116307387006</id><published>2008-01-08T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:48:57.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2688923116307387006?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2688923116307387006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2688923116307387006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2688923116307387006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2688923116307387006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hope-that-whoever-you-are-you-escape.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-6481622517629732298</id><published>2008-01-02T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:51:28.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;High and dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; when i loose myself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-6481622517629732298?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6481622517629732298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=6481622517629732298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6481622517629732298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6481622517629732298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2008/01/high-and-dry.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-2675065835904378515</id><published>2007-12-30T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:30:14.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Seriously the best and worst year in my life so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Briefly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;First paycheck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee Club&lt;/strong&gt;; love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprisingly good Olevel results.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemical engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;WAYNE's Death ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;He came back; Mum left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The fucking shit I went through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Months of sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Paranoia, Depression, Imsonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Withdrawal from Chemical Engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGfest. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;More shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;More sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;More paranoid. More depressed. No sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not going home for 3 days straight just for fun. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;KL with mummy or Spore with him (and everything/everyone loved).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Business Process &amp;amp; Systems Engineering. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School = love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss my mum much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleepovers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th nov.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amara hotel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 of my cousins' wedding.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mum/Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Dec. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KL trip ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; all the new people I've met who are totally amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2675065835904378515?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2675065835904378515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2675065835904378515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2675065835904378515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2675065835904378515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-4278778207802674897</id><published>2007-12-20T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:49:14.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You make me smile;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;even for just a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4278778207802674897?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4278778207802674897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4278778207802674897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4278778207802674897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4278778207802674897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-make-me-smile-even-for-just-while.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-1116692886348295480</id><published>2007-12-13T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:03:45.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I was young, I made myself believe that they're just playing a trick on my brothers and me. I imagined them laughing so hard because they got us so well. I believed that one fine sunday morning, I'd wake up to a normal family. I'd wake up to something I'd always wanted. Sometimes I convince myself well but other days I questioned how long they planned to play the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And then I remember how I never dared to sing the complete version of the Barney theme song. Only because it goes, "we are happy family". I used to either pause at that moment or say it soft enough only for my ears to hear. I don't know why but I guess I learnt at a young age what happiness is. I thought I'd get scolded to even talk or sing about it. Other times I just don't want to be in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You know they say everything will come to an end and one day the sun will shine for us. I'm just wondering that maybe certain things are meant to be broken. It started out broken and will remain broken. No matter how good you are at covering up, how you fake the laughter, how you try to maintain peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Some things remain broken; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;whether you like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; that is the part of yourself nobody can ever heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-1116692886348295480?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952259.post-5900584516865385645</id><published>2007-12-10T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:48:56.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not calling for a second chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me reason but don't give me choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cos I'll just make the same mistake again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And maybe someday we will meet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and maybe talk and not just speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't buy the promises because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;there are no promises I keep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and my reflection troubles me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;so here I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5900584516865385645?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952259.post-82852140536813234</id><published>2007-12-09T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:01:47.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You, you never looked so good;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;as you did last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I swear you looked right through me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-82852140536813234?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/82852140536813234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=82852140536813234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/82852140536813234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/82852140536813234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-you-never-looked-so-good-as-you-did.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-8815379975941274684</id><published>2007-12-06T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:36:14.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The way you feel and the kind of things your think about at a certain time of the month is just so unbelievable. Believe me, I have the previous entry as a proof. And from the past months too. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things are bound to get shitty. Its just the way life is. Can't change that so we all have to deal with it well. Change our attitude towards it. Sometimes change is good. Sometimes change is inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been through this far and I'm convinced I can take in more, just to feel. It surely do hurt inside but I guess I've learnt to conceal that. Life is good; it really is. We just don't know how to play it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just haven't found out how to stop wishing that we can go back to the past, to the times where we were so young. Back when we all could live as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;o n e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-8815379975941274684?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8815379975941274684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=8815379975941274684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/8815379975941274684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/8815379975941274684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/pthe-way-you-feel-and-kind-of-things.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-5215194721173887765</id><published>2007-12-04T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:45:09.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When you finally realize you don't matter to someone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;you start to wonder if you matter to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;unwilling solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm starting to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what exactly is wrong. Maybe like something about how stupid my whole life is. I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know the answer, I only know that I can't. I don't want any more vicissitudes, I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am seventeen and I am already exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate this feeling but I'm falling apart once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5215194721173887765?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5215194721173887765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5215194721173887765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5215194721173887765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5215194721173887765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-you-finally-realize-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-4545247377086999053</id><published>2007-11-27T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:50:02.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The things people want most cause them the most suffering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4545247377086999053?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4545247377086999053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4545247377086999053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4545247377086999053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4545247377086999053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-people-want-most-cause-them-most.html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-747568122881103890?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/747568122881103890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=747568122881103890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/747568122881103890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/747568122881103890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/laughing.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-5614624041520369015</id><published>2007-11-12T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T07:26:45.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If I could wish one thing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd hear you call my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5614624041520369015?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5614624041520369015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Its in the moment of hardship where you truly realise who your real friends are and how lucky you are to have them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I am so very grateful of the god sent friends who loves me and wants the best for me. I have never felt so blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Life is good... oh, life is so very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3137239733542611772?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3137239733542611772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3137239733542611772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3137239733542611772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3137239733542611772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-in-moment-of-hardship-where-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-740551524463690612</id><published>2007-11-06T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:20:23.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bestfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-740551524463690612?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/740551524463690612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=740551524463690612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/740551524463690612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/740551524463690612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-bestfriend-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-6058355970744608660</id><published>2007-10-25T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T17:14:24.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm afraid I need my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm afraid he doesn't know it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Someday I will tell him maybe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's been like this since I don't know when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-6058355970744608660?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6058355970744608660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=6058355970744608660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6058355970744608660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6058355970744608660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-im-afraid-i-need-my-baby-im-afraid.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-7657395621502561889</id><published>2007-10-22T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:12:36.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes it's easier to feel like you're the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, unsatisfied, and barely getting by. But that feeling's a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you, and make it all okay, because we all need a little help sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone to help us hear the music in the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;to remind us that it won't always be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;That someone is out there; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and that someone &lt;strong&gt;will find you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-7657395621502561889?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7657395621502561889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=7657395621502561889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7657395621502561889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7657395621502561889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-its-easier-to-feel-like-youre.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-323751100696979843</id><published>2007-10-20T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:44:25.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you'll never be the boy I always you wanted to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know there's no one in the universe as magical and wonderous as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know there's nothing any better and there's nothing I just wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-323751100696979843?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/323751100696979843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=323751100696979843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/323751100696979843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/323751100696979843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-know-youll-never-be-boy-i-always-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-4004342783670089559</id><published>2007-10-17T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:35:28.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've waited for too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;A new beginning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;a reason to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Back to school in 4 days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess there's just a part of me that likes to bring you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to keep you around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz the day that you realize how amazing you are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna leave me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4004342783670089559?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952259.post-2057077135289266411</id><published>2007-10-14T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T02:14:13.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but that person was too afraid to let you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;for fear that the other person does not care as much, or at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We tell lies when we are afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But everytime we tell a lie;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the thing we fear grows stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2057077135289266411?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2057077135289266411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2057077135289266411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2057077135289266411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but we can't stop it from coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We either adapt to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;or we get left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And it hurts to grow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But here's the truth: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the more things change, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the more they stay the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And sometimes change is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, sometimes, change is.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-6810750187099406231?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6810750187099406231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;[to George]&lt;/em&gt; What are you doing with Olivia? You're letting her think you're emotionally available. You're letting her think she has a chance. And there is nothing worse in the world than thinking you have a chance when you really don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-1363282777464223992?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1363282777464223992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=1363282777464223992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/1363282777464223992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/1363282777464223992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/10/meredith-to-george-what-are-you-doing.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-5239286314509335937</id><published>2007-10-04T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:38:26.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You will always be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This I know for certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5239286314509335937?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5239286314509335937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5239286314509335937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5239286314509335937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5239286314509335937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-rain-is-pouring-down-and-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-6439500945440516061</id><published>2007-09-30T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T06:27:53.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My name is Nur Atiqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am too young to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was born on the 4th of December &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;that makes me a sagittarian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; at one point of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;giving up seemed like the only option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I decided to be strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I believed and had faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It wasn't easy, believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; thank God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't do anything too stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Because now, the worst is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And finally, life is looking better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want to fall in love with You".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-6439500945440516061?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6439500945440516061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=6439500945440516061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6439500945440516061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6439500945440516061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-my-name-is-nur-atiqah.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-6971515255068182003</id><published>2007-09-25T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:19:46.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;There's a time in everyone's life where all you can see is the years passing by. &amp;amp; I have made up my mind that those days are gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've found that you find great strength in your moments of weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-6971515255068182003?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6971515255068182003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=6971515255068182003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6971515255068182003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6971515255068182003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/theres-time-in-everyones-life-where-all.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-7122140758107617113</id><published>2007-09-23T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T03:48:33.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. &lt;em&gt;The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping.&lt;/em&gt; And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-7122140758107617113?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7122140758107617113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=7122140758107617113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7122140758107617113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7122140758107617113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-end-of-day-when-it-comes-down-to-it.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-9168600766221205744</id><published>2007-09-22T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:52:52.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So yesterday I had to bring Milo in cuz of some annoying reasons. So instead of sleeping at our outside balcony, he now sleeps with me in my room! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Of course my other kpo and annoying cats are jealous and they want to come into my room so bad too but too bad luh. HAHA. But anyway I think they didn't realise he was sleeping so peacefully in my room the whole night until recently I heard Mas pushing my room door and he started meow-talking HAHAHA so cute. Its like he's trying to say something but everything comes out as the meowy sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I started laughing so bad hahaha and he just continued luh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigh my cats are getting more humanly its scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-9168600766221205744?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9168600766221205744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=9168600766221205744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9168600766221205744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9168600766221205744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-yesterday-i-had-to-bring-milo-in-cuz.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3345933382295445417</id><published>2007-09-22T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:02:09.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe if you're still within reach, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;things would be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause then you'll see my heart is in the saddest state it has ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You'll dry my tears and make me laugh again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You've done it times and times before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;While everyone else told me to smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;you seem to be the only one who understands that I really can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You agreed with me when I wanted you too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and you told me off when I needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just that I never had a friend who seem to listen to me so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;No one ever said the words you said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the words I need to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And it was such a miracle how I opened up to you so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've never been good with words; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;at least not the ones which describes how I exactly feel inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But you could figure them out somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just wish I can find someone else right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;who can be the friend you were to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But it scares me so much now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;why do everyone I know fades away in the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It scares me so fucking much now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been so low for so fucking long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And theres no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;No one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sure I've got friends who care to listen sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But somehow I could tell all of those I've tried to talk to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;get so fucking tired of talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But you never were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I felt so fucking shitty I just had to message you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And even though I didn't try to make it obvious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;you always knew I was falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I never did have to call you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You always called me all at the right moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You had your issues, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and I tried so hard to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know, maybe I just wasn't a good listener to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe you thought I never really cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sure, I can never be the person you were to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I truly cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You still ask me if I'm okay whenever we meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess I should be thankful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But each time, I'm forced to lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I tell you I'm good and sometimes I add in a fake smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess you think I'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess you think its all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Its not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; and it hurts me more now than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you know I still feel so much pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyday I tell myself I want to change my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I make plans with my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and I enjoy my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But when its time to go home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like I should just die there and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;All I really want is to talk to someone who really cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;All I really want is to know someone is always there -for real, not for say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;All I want is for these tears to stop flowing without me realising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;All I want is to be able to sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;All I really want is to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;.All I want is to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I asking for too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3345933382295445417?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3345933382295445417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3345933382295445417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3345933382295445417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3345933382295445417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/maybe-if-youre-still-within-reach.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-2651401107244994953</id><published>2007-09-17T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:09:29.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpeOQ2qi_U/Ru2NMc_gxbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/We9ZZXUCUAA/s1600-h/1_470965807l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110896397215909298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpeOQ2qi_U/Ru2NMc_gxbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/We9ZZXUCUAA/s200/1_470965807l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who knows how to love you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without being told?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2651401107244994953?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpeOQ2qi_U/Ru2NMc_gxbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/We9ZZXUCUAA/s72-c/1_470965807l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952259.post-1209542220399487099</id><published>2007-09-16T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:55:26.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If only time could take away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the truth that lies beneath this pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It brings me back to what I'd hope for this to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But here and now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've lost the will to carry on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;please shine a light to guide me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Will you take me from this place I call,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my home -its forever broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have nothing in this heart at all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;this life seems meaningless, unspoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Words can't convey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll move on anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't hide behind what I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Have I lost it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If only time could take away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;all the fights, the will to save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;What was left behind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;you know I tried, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I tried to save this fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But here and now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;For I have walked this road alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I gave my best to let this fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8952259.post-4068664027974670830</id><published>2007-09-14T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:28:09.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;looking at the reflections of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;without a mirror i see someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;your laughing at me cuz you don't see my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you think the smile i wear says i'm happy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you don't really know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;everydays a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;soon i'll have no tears left here to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;jump to the words i speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when will somebody hear me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm talking, i'm pleading i need you to understand me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm screaming at the top of my lungs its so hard (can't you hear me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hear my lonely cry (i need somone to love me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hear my lonely cry (ooh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can't you hear me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm catching tear drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when i hear the phone ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna say so bad whats really wrong,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whats hurting me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;im latching out im breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feels like my lifes crashed in around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i hear in the words i speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;can you help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i wish i could sleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz when i sleep my life is so much better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so busy trying to please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be what you want me to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i dream when someone is gonna take care of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4068664027974670830?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4068664027974670830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4068664027974670830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4068664027974670830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4068664027974670830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/looking-at-reflections-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3821249190275196850</id><published>2007-09-10T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:43:24.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;More than anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to see you boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3821249190275196850?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952259.post-4949519319057817937</id><published>2007-09-10T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:14:14.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;How did I get here with you, i'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I never meant to let it get so, personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;After all I tried to do, stay away from loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm broken hearted, I can't let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I won't let it show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You won't see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4949519319057817937?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4949519319057817937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4949519319057817937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4949519319057817937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4949519319057817937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-did-i-get-here-with-you-ill-never.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-7263529788243331179</id><published>2007-09-08T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:10:42.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Life can take your dreams and turn them upside down. Friends will talk about you when you're not around. Reality can really cut you down to size. People make you promises they'll never keep. Soon you'll know why people say talk is cheap. And life resembles on big compromise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Some where down the line you'll face the judgement day. When the angels look at you, what will you say? They've got a way of knowing who qualifies. Keep on shining, keep on smiling. Don't lose faith and don't lose heart. When you're crying, just keep trying to remind yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You're a shining star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-7263529788243331179?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7263529788243331179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=7263529788243331179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7263529788243331179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7263529788243331179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-can-take-your-dreams-and-turn-them.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-1251391099147436409</id><published>2007-09-07T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:25:57.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You don't have to stay forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;no, I don't need/want you that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Its just that nights like this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nights like this&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when I feel soooo fucking lonely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when I need someone else to think for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when I really really do need someone to tell me what has to be done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when I need someone to laugh at, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when I need someone to cry to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when I need direction, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when I need the reassurance that my life is still worth it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when I need that care and concern, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;when I need to know someone's with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's when I need you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-1251391099147436409?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952259.post-3824823609921150570</id><published>2007-09-06T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:15:54.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The days I wish I would've slept, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the things I wish I could've kept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The times I wish that I'd had fun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the things I wish I'd never done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The days I just sat and cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;because of all the things I only tried to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;because of all the thing I only tried to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The moment that I heard you cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted you to know;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to make it go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to make your everything, alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-8952259.post-4528600192556249665</id><published>2007-09-05T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T02:54:48.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just wish there was so much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;About me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;About me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;About me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;About me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;About me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;About me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4528600192556249665?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4528600192556249665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4528600192556249665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4528600192556249665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4528600192556249665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-wish-there-was-so-much-more-than.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-5081078284844915498</id><published>2007-09-01T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:06:08.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What was he feeling? See, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; never knew. Was he in pain? Was he suffering? All I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; knew was I needed his love, I needed him to hold me so I wouldn't be so afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was afraid of love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;He couldn't give it and he couldn't receive it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Not letting ourselves be loved -&lt;em&gt;because we're too afraid of giving ourselves to someone we might lose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody's going to die.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But most people don't believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just imagine a little bird on your shoulder. And everyday you say "Is this the day I'm going to die, little bird? Am I ready? Am I living the life I wanna live? Am I the person I want to be? ". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If we can accept the fact that we can die at anytime, we lead our lives differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, everyday you say, "Is this the day?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tension of opposites.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Life pulling you back and fourth like a rubberband. Pull you one way you think thats what you wanna do. Pull you another way, you think thats what you have to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sounds like a wrestling match. So who wins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Love. Love always wins."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We think we don't deserve love. That when we let it in, we become soft. We just don't ever realise, love is the only rational thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Love is the only rational thing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Let it come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5081078284844915498?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5081078284844915498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5081078284844915498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://butterfly-lies.livejournal.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5083547848698812039?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5083547848698812039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5083547848698812039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5083547848698812039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5083547848698812039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/httpbutterfly-lies.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-6338766851930839505</id><published>2007-08-03T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:29:02.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If anyone even noticed, i have'nt been blogging too properly in a very long time. and i hate how most of my past entries turn out to be so so so bloody emotional. i tried blogging of happy days but i never did include the late night conversations and tears. i'm just so fucking tired of how each entry shows the insecurity, shame, guilt and confusion i feel inside. i don't know why everything is falling in my life. i don't know why shits happen all the fucking time. i don't know why and how i fake the smiles. i  don't know where i found the every strength to say "i'm okay" when i really am not. i don't know why. i really don't. i try, oh how i try to reach out. i did tell a few people of the situation i'm in. i did let a few people in. i'm happy i actually have a few people in this world, who actually wants to listen to the pain i'm going thru, the (very) few who make me feel comfortable enough to shed tears during conversations. but sometimes i feel as though they really don't want to listen. i feel like i'm disturbing them with my smses and calls. i guess they'd rather be talking to someone else and seriously, my gut feelings never wrong.  i'm sorry. i'm sorry for being such an ass all the time. i'm sorry for always telling you how fucked up i feel. i'm sorry for always hoping you'd make me feel better. i'm sorry for being so difficult all the time.i just don't know what i want right now. i'm lost, confused and damaged at best. i really dunno what to do.ok you know what, shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know i bothered typing this at all. scram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-6338766851930839505?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6338766851930839505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=6338766851930839505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6338766851930839505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6338766851930839505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-anyone-even-noticed-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-7686838020005625212</id><published>2007-08-02T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:33:20.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Today, I found out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;That I don't really matter to anyone, anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm just a girl who died while she was still living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-7686838020005625212?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7686838020005625212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=7686838020005625212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7686838020005625212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7686838020005625212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-i-found-out-that-i-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-9120453643946596500</id><published>2007-08-02T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:12:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does your life have meaning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;how do you know that your life has meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;what do they mean when they say "my life has meaning"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;how do you find meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;will meaning find you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;do you just listen to your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;how does your heart communicate with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;does your heart know how to find meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;who knows how to find meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We must never make our parents sad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if this means giving up everything that makes us happy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-9120453643946596500?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9120453643946596500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=9120453643946596500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9120453643946596500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9120453643946596500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/does-your-life-have-meaning-how-do-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-7530562331436275418</id><published>2007-07-25T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:08:04.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If there's one person in this world I wish I can understand, he would be my father. Because I really don't understand his every action. But I love him like how I loved him when I was a kid, still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If there's one person in this world I wish I can be as strong as, she would be my mother. Because I think she's incredibly patient. You'd be amazed to realise that the strongest people on earth, are our mothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If there's one person in this world I wish I can change, she would be me. I don't know why I feel this way, I don't know why I always get hurt. I don't know how pain satifies me. and, I don't see how going away would solve everything. But I'm going, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If there's one moment I wish I can capture and carry on forever, it would be impossible. Because there's so many memories I don't want to ever forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My four bestfriends and all the people close, I love. They don't know how much the mean to me. They don't know that I remember every little thing they say. Some good, some bad. I analyse every word used; I really cannot help that. But I remember, I remember. I remember every word you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;As cliche as it may sound, people come and go. But just so you know, if you were ever there whenever I needed someone to talk to, if you were ever there to listen to my cries, if you were ever there to tell me to be strong, if you were ever there to hold me tight, if you were ever there to make me smile or laugh when I could'nt, if you were ever there for a certain phase in my life or if you were ever there to make me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And if I never ever did thank you. If I never ever told you that I love you. Here's to you, whoever you are. You make me feel blessed. Thank you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You, can never ever be replaced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-7530562331436275418?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7530562331436275418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=7530562331436275418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7530562331436275418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2897801934949123214?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2897801934949123214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2897801934949123214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2897801934949123214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2897801934949123214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/full-of-broken-thoughts-i-cannot-repair.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3065876428598884565</id><published>2007-07-22T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:38:00.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll always remember the late afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But everybody's got something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;they have to leave behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've finally found the strength to leave this place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;leave this unspoken pain and inferiority behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm leaving, everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going away, way away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Where your love won't matter too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Should'nt matter, anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'd rather;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;you take me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3065876428598884565?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3065876428598884565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3065876428598884565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3065876428598884565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3065876428598884565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-always-remember-late-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-4044894856762803803</id><published>2007-07-20T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T00:39:37.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;How can I say that I'll be okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I'm unsure of it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that it hurts, only when I'm breathing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart only breaks when it's beating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dreams only die when I'm dreaming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna run to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Won't you hold me in your arms and keep me safe from harm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna run to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But if I come to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me, will you stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Or will you run away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The things I'll never say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4044894856762803803?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4044894856762803803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4044894856762803803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4044894856762803803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4044894856762803803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-can-i-say-that-ill-be-okay-when-im.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-1863860440670276443</id><published>2007-07-20T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:13:55.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is fucking frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't ask me if that's the problem. Go straight to the point. I can tell there's something you want to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Somehow you know exactly whats going on but you'e denying it. You don't want to believe its true. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Its not like your heart's at stake here. It never was. You're very close to perfect, you know. Just ask everyone else, they'll tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sincerely, I don't know why I'm still here even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I have my withdrawal issues done, I'll be free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll go somewhere no one will find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be free, wishing you'd be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We'd be isolated, but not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these feelings, these yesterday's feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-1863860440670276443?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1863860440670276443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=1863860440670276443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/1863860440670276443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/1863860440670276443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-fucking-frustrating.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-2141093389925268878</id><published>2007-07-19T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:31:26.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>light in your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Brilliant disguise, when you hold me and I'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been thinking and here's what I've come to conclude:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes the distance is more than what two people can use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Was I wrong to assume that you were waiting for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Was I wrong to believe in your melody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;There's a light in your eyes; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;did you leave that light burning for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Is there a chance, in hell or heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;That there's something here to build on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you just pick up the pieces, after they fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Should I keep on waiting;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;or does love keeps on fading away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Its been a while since I see you so, how have you been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Did you get my letter I wrote you -but I did not send.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I tried to call your number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But the voice that I heard on the phone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I recognized but he told me the number was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I need you now tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and I need you more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And if you'd only hold me tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;we'd be holding on forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And we'll only be making it right;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;cuz we'll never be wrong together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We can take it to the end of the line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;your love is like a shadow on me all of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I really need you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2141093389925268878?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2141093389925268878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2141093389925268878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2141093389925268878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2141093389925268878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/light-in-your-eyes.html' title='light in your eyes'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-471773157416913987</id><published>2007-07-18T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:30:23.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I almost died today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did the most horrible thing again, I fell alsleep while watching HarryPotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; it all depends on tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just one more day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;One more day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-471773157416913987?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/471773157416913987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=471773157416913987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/471773157416913987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/471773157416913987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-almost-died-today.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-4628649207116479071</id><published>2007-07-18T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:21:23.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The meaning of being lonely, anybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is it. This is the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Or so i thought.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4628649207116479071?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4628649207116479071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4628649207116479071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4628649207116479071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4628649207116479071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/meaning-of-being-lonely-anybody-this-is.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-6819300227545977461</id><published>2007-07-16T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T07:41:57.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well if you know the situation so well, if you think you know whats going on, why don't you tell it straight to my face? It won't matter so much if I deny it, would it? Just let me know you know whats going on, let me know so I won't go on living in self denial. Let me know, let the pain seep in faster. Just let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish you'd stop pretending. Cuz I know you know whats going on. We've been keeping everyone and ourselves in the dark for far too long and I wish it would come to an end soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;inferiority complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-6819300227545977461?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6819300227545977461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=6819300227545977461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6819300227545977461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6819300227545977461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-if-you-know-situation-so-well-if.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-2437867650557409777</id><published>2007-07-16T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:41:38.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;In tears, so close to giving up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2437867650557409777?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2437867650557409777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2437867650557409777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2437867650557409777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2437867650557409777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-tears-so-close-to-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-2705605336659857696</id><published>2007-07-11T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:20:18.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2705605336659857696?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2705605336659857696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2705605336659857696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2705605336659857696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2705605336659857696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-everything.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-4233513287594840852</id><published>2007-07-10T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:09:54.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And so I talked to Mark Tan, my engine maths teacher and he was all so nice about it. But I still feel so bloody bad and guilty. I need to talk to my careperson, LimTengKuan about it soon. Like maybe tomorrow? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to get out of that place so terribly but yet I feel so so so so fucking guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel so fucking vulnerable. Like am I going to regret this later? Or is this really what I should be doing? I really don't know. My mum understands me fully but I really don't know how to break it to my dad. Like I wonder what he's going to say? But then again is'nt that too obvious to preach? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I certainly don't know how I'm going to survive another say, 9 or 10 months without studying. I really want to study. Even now. But when I look at my books and stuffs, it just make me cry, all the freaking time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyday in school, I hear myself from deep down inside; "What am I doing here? I don't belong here." Boy, does that hurt. And even though I've always been a dreamer, when I stepped into the school; I stopped thinking about the future totally. Cuz I don't see myself in the future doing anything close to it. Never, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess I got to be strong about this. Afterall, is'nt that what chasing your dreams is all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't wait for the weekend. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4233513287594840852?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4233513287594840852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4233513287594840852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4233513287594840852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4233513287594840852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-so-i-talked-to-mark-tan-my-engine.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-1002044364008620413</id><published>2007-07-09T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:46:49.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know why;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but when I look in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel something that seems so right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You've got yours I've got mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I'm loosing my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuz I shouldn't feel this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Catch me I'm falling for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I don't know what to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;How can something so wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Feel so right all along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Catch me I'm falling for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;How can time be so wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;For love to come along? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Catch me I'm falling you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;How can love let it go;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it has no place to go?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I can't go along pretending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;That love isn't here to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Catch me I'm falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-1002044364008620413?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1002044364008620413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=1002044364008620413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/1002044364008620413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/1002044364008620413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-why-but-when-i-look-in-your.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-5288186013795650559</id><published>2007-07-09T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:34:17.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We'll find a place where the sun still shines.&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5288186013795650559?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5288186013795650559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5288186013795650559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5288186013795650559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5288186013795650559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-find-place-where-sun-still-shines.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpeOQ2qi_U/RpEeZ0pPtuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2dzxiwxzLTE/s72-c/087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952259.post-9217943436485268635</id><published>2007-07-08T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:28:37.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fucking hell, I'm so annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Seems like I can never ever run away from these sorrows uh. And please don't tell me I should solve it, not run away from it. Cuz really, there's nothing left to be solved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I waited so fucking long for this days but you're just not here; still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do the God hate me so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-9217943436485268635?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9217943436485268635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=9217943436485268635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9217943436485268635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/9217943436485268635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/fucking-hell-im-so-annoyed.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3932921462662513096</id><published>2007-07-06T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:14:02.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause nothing else, nothing else hurts this bad. And I'm getting all sick and tired of laughing and smiling when I really don't mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh how I try, to be just okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3932921462662513096?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3932921462662513096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3932921462662513096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3932921462662513096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3932921462662513096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/cause-nothing-else-nothing-else-hurts.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-5788642117459609324</id><published>2007-07-04T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:26:01.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to change;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)My eye colour&lt;br /&gt;2)My hair colour&lt;br /&gt;3)My course of study&lt;br /&gt;4)ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do 1) and 2) tomorrow hopefully. But 3) and 4)? I really don't know. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all the people in the world who claims that they hate liars, well you really should hate me. (: Cuz I'm a compulsive liar. But I don't really care either. So too bad you fucktards, whoever you people may be. But anyway, met Surya at work today and after cashing out our checks, we went to ParkwayParade to meet Michelle who was there shopping with her school mates. She passed Surya some stuff. Went to CoffeeBean to talk about stuff. Omg surya's damn hilarious lah please! We were talking about Rizal almost all the way. Haha that boy is too cute. And its just so fucking funny how she talks to him like he's her bf and all. when she already have a bf. she made me laugh so bad la omg. I LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to work and omfg I swear Penly look damn good in his manager suit. LOL. YEAY! PENLY'S MANAGER NOW PEOPLE! I LOVE! AND CHARLES POURED 4 CUPS OF ICE RAMBUTAN ONTO ME LA OMGGGGG. HAHAHAHAHA. and charles is just so good when it comes to annoying the shit out of me. lol. and I managed to get Amri, Rizal and myself share a mud pie! LOL. I'm just so smart la omg. And Rizal is so lame la please. He claimed he could SMELL mudpie from station 4 thats why he came into the kitchen. LOL. I swear CCSG is super love. Plus I'm probably doing closing with Amri, Rizal and Mira next Saturday! I SO CANNOT WAIT. My FIRST TIME doing closing after so long of working. HEEHEE. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see today I skipped school again and I spent my day with people of love from ccsg and look how happy I was. (= (: (= (: (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Plus I've been locking myself in my room so how wonderful can life get. HUHU. Except tmr I'll have to go to school and oh, that actually hurts. ): BUT I'm meeting MIRA and we're probably going to watch Transformers!! ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5788642117459609324?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5788642117459609324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5788642117459609324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5788642117459609324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5788642117459609324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-to-change-1my-eye-colour-2my.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-16654984865987136</id><published>2007-07-04T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:20:31.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I never thought things would get any worse from the past few days. but I was so wrong. so so so wrong. And you have absolutely no fucking idea how much it hurts. No idea at all. Its not only the constant hurt at the back of my head; which the doctor described as tension headaches but did not give any medication for, btw. Now I can also feel my heart hurting. Like physically hurting. I feel like theres something pushing my heart back that I have to inhale really really deep to breathe. and it hurts. it hurts so bad. I've never felt so much pain before. Never ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you think of something but you keep the idea and thought away cuz you don't think its real or you don't want to believe it cuz you know you fucking hell won't be able to take it if its true? So you seriously keep it way inside and sometimes the idea doesnt even appear anymore. But then you talked to someone and the person could come with the same fucking idea. And when you talked to others about how you can't believe the person could have the same thought too; they confessed to you that they had the fucking same idea too. Coincidence? I don't think so. I really don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the fucking first time someone told me that my - is a hypocrite and I could fucking agreed with him. I did'nt feel angry or upset or anything. Cuz its fucking true la omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know to put anything else into words. But I guess, I've got to give another day in school a go. I wish there's someone to talk to. But its 3 in the morning and every sane person out there is sleeping or have something really important to do and so there's no one to talk to. But then atleast I feel alone at home cuz there's really noooo one here. How about feeling alone in school, when there's a million other people? fucking psycho uh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I heard crying your hearts out can make you feel better. But what do you do when you just cannot cry anymore? Tell what do you do, when it all falls apart? I took pills to make me sleep. But goodness gracious no, its not working. it hurts more la omg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm losing every reason to smile like I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't want love to destroy me, like what it did to my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-16654984865987136?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/16654984865987136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=16654984865987136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/16654984865987136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/16654984865987136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-never-thought-things-would-get-any.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-994092711243244929</id><published>2007-07-02T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:01:29.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate school so so so so much I swear I'm very open to the idea of going over to KL and stay and settle with my mum. ): The thought of leaving everyone and everything here hurts so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My heads starting to hurt real bad again and I'm very sleepy but I feel so guilty cuz I've got some engineering maths to do. BUT I FUCKING DON'T CARE EITHER. URGH FUCK IT LA OKAYYYY. but I DON'T!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-994092711243244929?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/994092711243244929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=994092711243244929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/994092711243244929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/994092711243244929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-school-so-so-so-so-much-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3332798319946704032</id><published>2007-07-02T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T10:24:54.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like laughing. HAHAHAHA. I'm actually studying! HOW MF COOL IS THAT. And omg did I mention I got into APPLIED SCIENCE CLUB SUB COM! Which means next year I can run for PRESIDENT! HOW MF UNCOOL IS THAT! I mean really, president of school of applied SCIENCE anyone? OH, such bore. And if I go for the camp, I'd have to miss deafcon which is so sedih please? Okay can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING? MY DAD IS COMING BACK TODAY AND I SENSE A SHITTY DAY TMR. OH FUCK IT. AT LEAST I'LL BE AT WORK TILL 7PM. BUT ARGH THIS SUCK LA PLEASE. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but now I've got a totally new genre to emo with. OLDIES! LOL. OMG really, the lyrics are just so fucking beautiful lah. Like the on my blog now. Plus the music's nice!! HAHAHA OMG I'M SO SO SO WEIRD, I KNOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day I wake up, then I start to break up. Lonely is a man without love. Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out. Lonely is a man without love! I cannot face this world that's fallen down on me. So, if you see my &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt;boy please send &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt;him home to me. Tell &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt;him about my heart that's slowly dying. Say I can't stop myself from crying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;-a man without love by Engelbert Humperdink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHAHA. OMG I AM SO GOING CRAZY. LIKE WHOOOSHHH! AND I SO CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS FRIDAY! MY MUM'S COMING BACK FOR 3 DAYS! YEAHHOOOO. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay I'm going to do more partial fraction now. BOOHOO ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3332798319946704032?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3332798319946704032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3332798319946704032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3332798319946704032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3332798319946704032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-like-laughing.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-2572241086337922292</id><published>2007-07-01T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:22:50.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So yesterday I was at work and was very sleepy until some people spoke about their clubbing experiences! OMG I got bloody excited can. So I told Dhea about it and she got all excited too. And since our other 2 bestfriends are too short, we shall go first la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay right whatever this entry was for. Shit I'm super late for work. AND ITS JULY ALREADY!! 7% GST Y'ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2572241086337922292?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2572241086337922292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2572241086337922292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2572241086337922292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2572241086337922292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-yesterday-i-was-at-work-and-was-very.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-7234112189481826033</id><published>2007-06-30T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:27:10.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rishi was being evil to me in siglap today. He made me cry and laugh at the same time. Its so unfair how he did it. I wanna be as evil as he is. I bet the satisfaction is like wooooshhh! The taxi driver was by far the fucking coolest apek I've ever met. He was driving and smoking at the fucking same time. And I'm like "where's the booze, dude!?". He stopped in the middle of the carpark to spit out of the window too. He's so fucking cool la omg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, how I love my siglap people. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I got home, I called my mum. I miss her soo much its not funny. We talked about stuff and I told her things I never thought I would. I always end up crying when I talk to her on the phone but I tried not to show. She made me realise things, about how man are just so fucking fucktards deep down inside, no matter how pious or nice or soft they are on the outside. I love my dad, I really really really do. I've always been a daddy's girls. I guess I loved him too much, till I totally forget about how my mum might feel. Things are different now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It hurts when all your life you think so highly about someone, you think the person's almost perfect; all your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And then you take a few steps back, and you look at the situation from a different angle. It hurts when the person is'nt how you think he is. It hurts like hell when you realise how much he has hurt someone you love and would die for; your mum. And it hurts just as much when you realise that this person, is, well, your dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But my mum's the strongest person on earth. I don't know how she stood firm on the ground after all these years. I really don't know. But she always say its for me and my brothers. Truthfully, I regret to have always been blaming her, in silence, for all the happenings. She really don't deserve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I never thought events from 10 years ago would come back to hunt me now. And I have the images running in my mind, still. Sometimes I wish everything ended then. At least it would'nt drag till now. But it had'nt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And it hurts more now, than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-7234112189481826033?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7234112189481826033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=7234112189481826033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7234112189481826033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7234112189481826033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/rishi-was-being-evil-to-me-in-siglap.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-4672350742671454944</id><published>2007-06-29T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T03:02:07.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After 9826406 days of keeping things to myself, i finally let it out yesterday. I told my mum about it too. I feel better now, if not good. And thank God my mum understood where I was coming from. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i miss wayne. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I AM GOING TO SIGLAP NOW AND I'M SO VERY HAPPPY CAUSE I'M GOING TO MEET THE PEOPLE WHO MATTER TO ME AND CUZ WELL, SIGLAP IS JUST SO LOVELY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OK right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought I need you there when I cry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4672350742671454944?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4672350742671454944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4672350742671454944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4672350742671454944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4672350742671454944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/after-9826406-days-of-keeping-things-to.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3447968779012447993</id><published>2007-06-27T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:02:12.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You fight about money, about me and my brothers. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;n a family potrait we looked pretty happy, we looked pretty normal. Lets play pretend that it comes naturally? Can we work it out? Can we be a family? I promise I’ll be better. Mommy, I’ll do anything. Daddy please don’t leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mom will be nicer. I’ll be so much better. I’ll tell my brothers. I won’t spill the milk at dinner. I’ll be so much better. I’ll do everything right. I’ll be your little girl forever. I’ll go to sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Daddy don’t leave. Turn around please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember that the night you left you took my shining star? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;so tell me, where did I go wrong? i can put my arms around every boy i see but they only remind me of you. Cuz nothing compares to you. Nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3447968779012447993?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3447968779012447993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3447968779012447993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3447968779012447993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3447968779012447993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-fight-about-money-about-me-and-my.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-7913209561341771587</id><published>2007-06-26T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:32:59.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm trying have my head up high and smile. It gets harder each time but I'll keep on trying. Yeah, I'll keep on trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you, now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-7913209561341771587?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7913209561341771587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=7913209561341771587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7913209561341771587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/7913209561341771587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-trying-have-my-head-up-high-and.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-6155769000322197013</id><published>2007-06-21T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:55:10.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you know what it feels like to love someone that's in a rush to throw you away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-6155769000322197013?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6155769000322197013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=6155769000322197013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6155769000322197013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/6155769000322197013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-know-what-it-feels-like-to-love.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-5865359579916793671</id><published>2007-06-19T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:13:10.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know how sometimes you feel so fucking hurt and yet you hold your head high and smile. (: the feeling sucks, i tell you. but i think i'll keep this whole thing about how much of a psycho i am to myself. it'll be too much for people to take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thinking about the future-what-ifs suck, cuz you actually built on hope without realising. and when you realise the what-ifs wont happen, thats when it all falls apart. you think you should'nt and don't care. but you know you do. and then you think of all the other bad things all over again, and you think you should just die. see, i'm so sick in the head and panadols just don't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So what is it psychos do at this time of the morning? Talk to an imaginary friend, of course!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please leave something, for me and my imagination.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-5865359579916793671?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5865359579916793671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=5865359579916793671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5865359579916793671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/5865359579916793671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-guess-ill-take-comfort-in-pain.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-1266363371942674247</id><published>2007-06-18T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:31:57.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My head hurts so fuckingly bad and I can't fall asleep. My eyes are swollen from all the thinking. Thinking too much is a difficult habit to break. It has just grown into me. And its scary cuz these negative thoughts would eventually come through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think there was wayyyyy too much contradiction and irony going on yesterday cuz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;suddenly, I remembered this moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is the way it's really going down? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this how we say goodbye? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoulda known better when you came around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you were gonna make me cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But all I did was to look you in the eye. Oh you were so right, I am living a lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And should I mention -here I am, staying up till four in the morning and the tears are pouring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, fuck off already.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-1266363371942674247?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1266363371942674247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=1266363371942674247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/1266363371942674247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/1266363371942674247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-head-hurts-so-fuckingly-bad-and-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-8447603560540414705</id><published>2007-06-18T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:33:41.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Its so fucking scary how I can tell something bad's going to happen to me. Especially when I'm always so right. Its like I feel fucked up even before it happens. but why oh why do I feel worst when it does really happens. Like theres no fucking sense in that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I've endured this pain for tooo long. There's no sense in holding on to the hope cuz its so fucking obvious. She's just so much better in everyway. I'm not complaining, I know everyone's got their own gifts and such. I suppose she's got everything. But this is the final straw. I can't possibly be in love given the fuckin short period of time, so fuck that. but god, how I tried not to notice, just to avoid tears from flowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and oh such irony, how you asked me whats wrong. how do you understand? oh how I try to avoid your eyes. don't get me wrong, I don't want you. But you proved just how much more superior she is. and that, was painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess I'll have to get away from this place all together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I need to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-8447603560540414705?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8447603560540414705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=8447603560540414705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/8447603560540414705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/8447603560540414705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-so-fucking-scary-how-i-can-tell.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-2455685417545510197</id><published>2007-06-17T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:33:24.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Incompatible, it don't matter though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;cuz someone's bound to hear my cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not easy to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it possible Mr. Loveable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is already in my life? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right in front of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe you're in disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I find the perfect fit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's enough for everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm still waiting in line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-2455685417545510197?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2455685417545510197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=2455685417545510197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2455685417545510197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/2455685417545510197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/incompatible-it-dont-matter-though-cuz.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3139794293438541217</id><published>2007-06-16T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:14:30.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpeOQ2qi_U/RnLx76nu4lI/AAAAAAAAANo/lXulTzo6cc0/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076385741650453074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpeOQ2qi_U/RnLx76nu4lI/AAAAAAAAANo/lXulTzo6cc0/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Atiqah woke me up twice today but I could'nt wake up. The second time, I promised myself I would wake up fifteen minutes later but I did'nt. Instead, I fell back deep into sleep and, I had a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;In my dream, that person say she/he hates cats. HAHAHA. And even though I was in school in the dream, I was rushing back home cuz I have not bathed for the day. But I could'nt leave cuz someone left her/his bag with me. LOL. But I shall not mention anything more about the dream cuz I've heard that apparently, if you don't tell anyone what you dreamt about, then your dream will come true. But no, I'm not hoping for anything to happen or anything. I'm not telling cuz if I do, you'd be more convinced I'm not right in the head and that, does'nt work to my advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I got to talk to MIRA and thank god, I managed to tell her exactly how insecure I feel. I'm impressed, I've actually let someone in. But MIRA's as sick in the head as me, and we're going thru pretty much the same situation so really, she's great. Thank god (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Met my girls - Atiqah, Feeza, Soyah &amp; Nazura; rather unexpectedly. I was cheated. I did'nt know we'd be going to town and stuff. So I was dressed really down. Totally siglap-to-chill outfit and a super bare face but wtfh, I should'nt be complaining, should I? Camwhored like whores but I hate most of the pictures cuz I look fugly, i swear. But whatevrrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Went for lunch at Sakura @ CityHall, and then we wenta Marina square and i sawww the most mfing beautiful bag ever! I'm not going to say where HAHA cuz some idiot will end up buying it. Its limited edition, mind you. but its too much money for me to waste on, considering my peanut pay last month. but I'm getting the bag anyway, waste money or not! My father will be back later so yeay! Lol. And then we went to eat (again) at CCMW. I had the mango cheesecake, like FINALLY. Verdict? Not as nice as how it looks like, but still very yummeh! Afterwhich we met Yaya and Atiqah, Yaya and myself made our way to Siglap while the other 3 went hm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yaya badly wanted ice cream so for some reason we went to Cartel. Yeah, a food place yet again. Atiqah and myself were fucking full by then but wtf. haha. And so radhea(: came to join us. And what else did we do but to talk about the past. The good past, where the innocence were lost. I know we all miss those days fucking much but theres nothing we can do about it, or so I realised. We walked to opera field and boy do I love that place. (: Along the way, I realised the 3 people I'm spending half my life with are exactly people my parents warned me about. HAHAHA. Inside joke, but not much of a joke afterall. You girls know I love you girls still, no matter what you bitches do!! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We had the usual under-the-starrrs-emoing-until-can-cry at the opera field. Well, at least I did. I hated every moment of it cuz all I think about is... the unevitable, the never happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But somehow the green tea tasted bad. How come it tasted so good when I drank it from &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; bottle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3139794293438541217?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3139794293438541217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3139794293438541217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3139794293438541217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3139794293438541217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/atiqah-woke-me-up-twice-today-but-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPpeOQ2qi_U/RnLx76nu4lI/AAAAAAAAANo/lXulTzo6cc0/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952259.post-4930856479686649918</id><published>2007-06-15T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:34:20.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This was the last song Wayne was producing before his sudden death. He never had a chance to finish the production, so a bunch of us got together to finish it and turn it into a tribute song :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This song is for FREE DISTRIBUTION and may be downloaded at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/astroninjaallstars"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;www.myspace.com/astroninjaallstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; for free and open distribution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;LYRICS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When you walked away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing Left to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Never thought the end would be so near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So runaway and hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The pain you feel inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Who ever thought the price would be so dear? And you say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, please believe me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh please believe me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I say that I'll see you again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But now you have to go and I want you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is goodbye, this is goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, fare thee well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone you met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;All the ones you had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Will never be the same without you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So f*ck all the cliches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We'll say them anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;There'll never be a day we won't believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And you say! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, please believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh please believe me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I say that I'll see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But now you have to go and I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is goodbye, this is goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, fare thee well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't let the words you say slip away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't let the words you say fade away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, fare thee well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4930856479686649918?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4930856479686649918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4930856479686649918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4930856479686649918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4930856479686649918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-was-last-song-wayne-was-producing.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-1396952374900102856</id><published>2007-06-15T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:36:45.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeay, I'm finally back from KL. But then again, I did'nt even mention I was going. But whatever okay. IF I felt you're important enough I would have told you anyway. but thats if we happened to talk during the few days before I left. Well, if we did talk and I did'nt mention anything, it simply means you're unimportant. Okay, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyhow, the trip was a-ok. I got to see my mum!! (: And leaving her today was such a heart pain. ): So here i am again, alone and lonely in a house filled with cats. Even my cats have given up on me. They don't listen to me anymore. Sad is'nt it. I wanna stand under your umbrella. I hate home for one simple reason -my mum is'nt around. its not the same, you know. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought I said once, that we should'nt meet the same people anymore. I know nothing's happening yet, but I feel this fear overwhelming me. Its dumb yes, but I can't stop myself from feeling, can I? And I've been hiding this fear of the uncertainty from everyone. I wish I can tell someone how I feel but I know you'll say I'm crazy. You might not tell me straight to my face, cuz you're afraid of hurting me. So you tell someone else, who is'nt supposed to know anything. But oh fuck you, you've just hurt me. Even when you think I don't know. You think, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't want to go on and on, on how fucked up I always HAVE to feel. So this is goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-1396952374900102856?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1396952374900102856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=1396952374900102856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/1396952374900102856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/1396952374900102856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeay-im-finally-back-from-kl.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-632304106342426437</id><published>2007-06-10T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:53:23.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I open my heart to you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you help to start anew,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know I'd be there for you till the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby I will wait for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;cuz I don't know what else I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-632304106342426437?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/632304106342426437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=632304106342426437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/632304106342426437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/632304106342426437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-i-open-my-heart-to-you-im-hoping.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-4817249186942906788</id><published>2007-06-09T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:33:33.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What happens in my head stays in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But sometimes it won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What if you knew what I was thinking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would it make you like WOHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't wanna risk putting my foot in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So i'll keep my mouth closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got to beep out what I really wanna shout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Woops! Did I say it out loud, did you find out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna have your babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get serious like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanna have your babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I see them springing up like daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some of my feelings keep escaping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I make it a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nonchalant, I keep on faking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So my heart don't get broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm in a big big big big ocean in a tiny little boat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ill only put the idea out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-If I know its gonna float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trust me it would scare you if you knew what was going on in my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trust me it would scare you that I've picked out the place, all the schools AND all the names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you knew it was all about you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every wish, every candle every coin in a fountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trust me it would scare you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh well, what I say? Great day with my babies! And great time at BILLY's bar. Really, whoever Billy is. LOL. But then I got to see you. I was happy for a moment but after that I felt like fuck. Really, whats new? Boys just have that instant effect on you, don't they. They can make you feel excited and good for a minute and for the next, you feel like crying cuz you feel so fucking fucked up and you fucking miss him. Oh really, you can die now. I won't cry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4817249186942906788?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4817249186942906788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4817249186942906788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4817249186942906788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4817249186942906788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-happens-in-my-head-stays-in-my.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-4999041656764808473</id><published>2007-06-03T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T08:33:13.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if u want to;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want to hold yours too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Like the usual Ping Yi child, I did'nt study for tomorrow's PIPC term test. Why? Cuz I fucking got no motivation. Even when those classmates say they're studying. In fact I think that kills all the motivation I ever had. I ought to be killed, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel oh so sleepy. I should to to bed with all the notes under my pillow and hope everything's up there by tomorrow, no? And I miss my mum so much. Thursday seems like a long time coming. I just wanna run away from everything. I wanna be free. I need to partyyyy. Thank god the paper's all only 1 hr each. I would choke and suffer and die a painful and slow death if i have to sit with those people for more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i cannot wait for thursday. god please bring thursday faster. its my only sweet escape. i should even get out of the country, i tell you. Batam maybe, for some peace and serenity. I've so many things i need and want to do. Come thursday, come thursday. come come come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been having all these crazy cravings lately, pizza hut's curry zazzle baked rice, bubble tea with lotsa pearls, &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;(new), my mum, DONUTS! and yadah yadah AND not forgetting my mood swinging moments. uh-oh, i can tell what's coming real soon. Such bore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-4999041656764808473?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4999041656764808473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=4999041656764808473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4999041656764808473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/4999041656764808473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-you-can-hold-my-hand-if-u-want-to.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-3775927464412623913</id><published>2007-06-02T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T02:45:54.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I feel like I'm living someone else's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm pretty convinced that at this point of time, I'm just about the loneliest person on earth. There's really just no one around. What else can I do? Indulge in panadols to stop the pain? Or just mother fucking stop it? Stop everything and make everyone else happay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't want to go to school on Monday. No, please I don't want to wake up and go to a place where i'm all alone. I hate how so bloody narrow minded those people are. I tried talking to a classmate about it but omg she fucking hell bloody bitch ought to be shot i fucking swear. She did'nt even reply to what i was talking about and began talking about something stupig. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PEOPLE! TOO MUCH PIG'S FAT IN THE SYSTEM IS IT!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And please, even though I don't really like the subjects I'm taking, I AM doing well okay. So don't come up with this BULL about how I'm not doing well and thats why yadah yadah yadah. But I don't really care either you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've been keeping all the letters that I've wrote to you. Each one's a line or two; "I'm fine baby, how are you?". Well I would send them but I know that its just not enough. My words were cold and flat and you deserve more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh I miss you, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-3775927464412623913?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3775927464412623913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=3775927464412623913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3775927464412623913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/3775927464412623913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-i-feel-like-im-living-someone-elses.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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-8952259.post-8710880211985168177</id><published>2007-06-02T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:58:15.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='290' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/pl/KyEeQTevCV/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='290' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/pl/KyEeQTevCV/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;still i wish you were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952259-8710880211985168177?l=butterfly-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8710880211985168177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952259&amp;postID=8710880211985168177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/8710880211985168177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952259/posts/default/8710880211985168177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://butterfly-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeah-baby.html' title='yeah baby'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13809009469881850369</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></feed>
