<?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-4459420816151270290</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:59:17.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Not In Wonderland Anymore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-8582754673651150978</id><published>2010-03-10T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:10:05.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cut</title><content type='html'>i listen to you talk in fragmented words and scissored thoughts&lt;br /&gt;i listen to you talk with a burnt throat and sewn lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watch you break with a knitted pattern and a slow fall.&lt;div 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Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-6872173548720282231</id><published>2010-02-05T22:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:50:46.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dream of you in colors&lt;br /&gt;left unseen by light&lt;br /&gt;and abandoned by the&lt;br /&gt;reflections of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-6872173548720282231?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-1116927045350428610</id><published>2010-01-31T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:32:08.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know.</title><content type='html'>let me cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-1116927045350428610?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1116927045350428610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1116927045350428610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1116927045350428610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-7953104193254090895</id><published>2010-01-22T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:09:11.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried during Brokeback Mountain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-7953104193254090895?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7953104193254090895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cried-during-brokeback-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7953104193254090895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7953104193254090895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cried-during-brokeback-mountain.html' title='I cried during Brokeback Mountain.'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-625906364201173545</id><published>2010-01-08T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:30:13.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end of the road</title><content type='html'>the aftermath is always subtle&lt;br /&gt;slipping under our fingertips&lt;br /&gt;and caressing the wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-625906364201173545?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-1358914727000742473</id><published>2009-12-29T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:57:05.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>with a bang.</title><content type='html'>trace wordless confessions along bones&lt;br /&gt;learn lessons in letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;so this hurts a little less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grab my hand&lt;br /&gt;promise to take me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;i'm an expert in suffocating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steal my heart from my chest&lt;br /&gt;it's not a sin if you're not sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing me a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;before you slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;no, no, don't leave me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(how did we end up here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i don't know, i don't know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-1358914727000742473?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1358914727000742473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1358914727000742473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1358914727000742473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-bang.html' title='with a bang.'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-8916768077371127006</id><published>2009-12-16T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:41:02.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Hair = Forever Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2cd-ZOgeA3Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2cd-ZOgeA3Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. This used to be THE only song I listened to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it sounds kind of stupid and pointless for me to develop such an attachment to something as seemingly small as a song, but it's not just the fact that it's a song. I can't explain it, but... Nobody except my (used to be) closest friends know about how much I'm attached to William Beckett for saving my life, for giving me hope, for giving me &lt;i&gt;strength&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry to this song every night... November '08, maybe? You have no idea about me. I have never been so into a band for this long. It's kind of frightening that my attention hasn't completely gone somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unable to express how much this song affects me every time I listen to it when I'm alone like I am right now. My body shivers. It's kind of like this song was written for me; nostalgia and pain rush inside of me whenever Beckett's voice in this fills my ears. The lyrics hit so close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't come any closer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't tell me it's over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't kiss me goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here we are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I taking this too hard?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't say it's easy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hardest part is leaving&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't you wonder why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suddenly we're all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Running out of time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is the part of the song that ALWAYS gets to me. ALWAYS. Growing up has been a painful experience and whenever this part comes up, I always feel like Beckett knows exactly how the inside of my heart is. He is an amazing person, and so are the rest of the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you love this song as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-8916768077371127006?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8916768077371127006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/12/summer-hair-forever-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/8916768077371127006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/8916768077371127006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/12/summer-hair-forever-young.html' title='Summer Hair = Forever Young'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-3148715453062736787</id><published>2009-12-05T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:58:17.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside This House</title><content type='html'>Tell me my dreams are worth going after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I'm meant for something bigger than the skin I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-3148715453062736787?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3148715453062736787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/12/inside-this-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3148715453062736787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3148715453062736787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/12/inside-this-house.html' title='Inside This House'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-6963520100373516211</id><published>2009-11-07T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:08:24.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be fine, I swear.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've blogged, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like anyone reads this anyway... I've been really tired as of late and want to sleep. But I'm not. Stupid homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-6963520100373516211?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/6963520100373516211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-fine-i-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/6963520100373516211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/6963520100373516211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-fine-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;ll be fine, I swear.'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-1771764871285573135</id><published>2009-10-17T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:47:38.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Wild Things Are</title><content type='html'>I just watched the movie today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that it was really good. It made me laugh and cry at the same time, which is kind of weird, but it did. Max Records definitely pulled the whole thing together; his performance was phenomenal. What caught my attention the most was the way he cried because he seemed like he was&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; crying and it wasn't just water dripping down his face. He literally curled his lips and squeezed his eyes like people do when they're crying. That was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, this movie is definitely not for children. It has more adult views of childhood and life than those that a child would think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go see it. It'll be worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-1771764871285573135?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1771764871285573135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-wild-things-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1771764871285573135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1771764871285573135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-wild-things-are.html' title='Where The Wild Things Are'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-7472554595160098800</id><published>2009-09-27T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:05:02.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Room - the GazettE</title><content type='html'>眠れないのは何故？静けさに酔いしれてた&lt;br /&gt;湿った部屋で一人また　口ずさめば戯しく&lt;br /&gt;眠れないのは何故？あなたが見えたから&lt;br /&gt;視点は濡れた床　頭をかしげて眠ってる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知りたくもないような現実にただ無感情で&lt;br /&gt;声も出さずずっと　瞬きすら忘れて　あなたに見とれていた&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眠ってしまいたい　目覚めだけを恐れて&lt;br /&gt;全てを忘れたい　身勝手な戯言ね&lt;br /&gt;貴女の名前を呼ぶ　寡黙に気がふれる&lt;br /&gt;痩せたかたを掴み叫んだ　か細過ぎた温もりに&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知りたくもないような現実に深く心溺れ&lt;br /&gt;唇を噛み堪えた涙さえ　意味が無いとしった&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;立ち尽くす僕の背後の声&lt;br /&gt;吐き出す理由など　どうでもよかった&lt;br /&gt;ただ　目の前のあなたがとても寂しそうな顔で&lt;br /&gt;何一つ出来なかった　自分を死ぬ程憎んだ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;名前をくれた唯一のあなたへ　このまま傍に居てくれないか&lt;br /&gt;そう　僕にとって最後の優しき「母」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白い壁にそっと　真っ赤な絵の具であなたを縁取った&lt;br /&gt;まだ暖かい頬をすり寄せて　静かに笑ってみせよう&lt;br /&gt;目蓋を閉じ　温もりが消える頃　僕はあなたの傍で&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-7472554595160098800?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7472554595160098800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/09/bath-room-gazette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7472554595160098800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7472554595160098800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/09/bath-room-gazette.html' title='Bath Room - the GazettE'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-7537884871102466386</id><published>2009-09-27T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:53:20.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Keep A Secret?</title><content type='html'>Because I know I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-7537884871102466386?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7537884871102466386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-keep-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7537884871102466386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7537884871102466386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-keep-secret.html' title='Can You Keep A Secret?'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-9128030540719815618</id><published>2009-09-12T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:47:08.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this will be just between me and you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/SqvuL0xl-dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0mahIG_Zjuk/s1600-h/empty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/SqvuL0xl-dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0mahIG_Zjuk/s320/empty.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380656066736814546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We live once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We die once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I died with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-9128030540719815618?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/9128030540719815618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-this-will-be-just-between-me-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/9128030540719815618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/9128030540719815618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-this-will-be-just-between-me-and-you.html' title='So this will be just between me and you.'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/SqvuL0xl-dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0mahIG_Zjuk/s72-c/empty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-7779213182667319278</id><published>2009-09-09T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:54:32.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't burn your heart out, love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I look at my Geometry class, it's kind of weird. Only way I could put it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It makes me feel kind of lonely, you know? I don't have anybody I talk to during the long periods of time I have to spend in there with the exception of people that converse with me to get assignments for other classes. It's not like I don't try; people just find me too weird for their tastes, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everybody else has somebody with them and they just keep on talking and talking. While they're all doing that, I'm usually doodling or doing work. About two to three weeks of school have passed and I don't feel any better than I did in freshman year. The people in my grade know who I am, but it only goes up to that. Makes me feel kind of disconnected and alienated in a sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-7779213182667319278?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7779213182667319278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-burn-your-heart-out-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7779213182667319278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7779213182667319278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-burn-your-heart-out-love.html' title='Don&apos;t burn your heart out, love.'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-5945939587318477780</id><published>2009-08-03T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:34:33.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken from StonoCaves (edgeofyourbed.blogspot.com)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes. Tag friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Geek Love by Katherine Dunn&lt;br /&gt;2. Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;3. Angels &amp;amp; Demons by Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;4. Whispers by Dean Koontz&lt;br /&gt;5. Les Miserables by Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;6. The Little Prince by Saint De-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;7. Death With Interruptions by Jose Saramago&lt;br /&gt;8. Choke by Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;9. Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;10. Valiant by Holly Black&lt;br /&gt;11. The Saga of Darren Shan by Darren Shan&lt;br /&gt;12. The Demonata by Darren Shan&lt;br /&gt;13. The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards&lt;br /&gt;14. World Without End by Ken Follett&lt;br /&gt;15. My Antonia by Willa Cather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 10 people you like. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick your artist:&lt;/span&gt; Fall Out Boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a female:&lt;/span&gt; Don't You Think I Know Who I Am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe yourself: &lt;/span&gt;The (Shipped) Gold Standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel:&lt;/span&gt; Golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Describe where you currently live:&lt;/span&gt; Of All the Gin Joints in the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go:&lt;/span&gt; The Carpal Tunnel of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your favourite form of transportation:&lt;/span&gt; Dance Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your best friend is:&lt;/span&gt; She's My Winona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You and your best friend are:&lt;/span&gt; America's Suitehearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite time of day:&lt;/span&gt; I Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:&lt;/span&gt; What A Catch, Donnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is life to you:&lt;/span&gt; 7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your relationship:&lt;/span&gt; I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your fear:&lt;/span&gt; The Music and The Misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the best advice you have to give: &lt;/span&gt;Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would you like to die:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Dollar Nosebleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your soul's present condition: &lt;/span&gt;Hum Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your motto: &lt;/span&gt;Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-5945939587318477780?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5945939587318477780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/08/taken-from-stonocaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/5945939587318477780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/5945939587318477780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/08/taken-from-stonocaves.html' title='Taken from StonoCaves (edgeofyourbed.blogspot.com)'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-6719679994678474817</id><published>2009-08-02T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:06:32.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Under The Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At night, when the time ticks by to almost the next day, I always lie awake in my bed with my iPod on and the buds in my ears. Those are the times that I feel so alone, so by myself, and my mind pulls away from reality as I try to drift off into unconsciousness. Like last night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was then and there that I completely forgot that I knew the English language and that I completely forgot all the translations for the songs that I didn't understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those are the times that I really listened. Not with my mind, but with everything else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I felt, literally just &lt;em&gt;felt&lt;/em&gt;, my heart aching whenever I listened to the slow songs. When I heard just the saddening melodies and the pained voices, I realized that I really wasn't alone. There were other people who felt the same loneliness that I did, and they were there with me, when I needed them most. No thoughts, no attachments, no self-pity. Just agonizing, piercing realization that I was there, while everyone else had somewhere to be, and I couldn't force myself to sleep no matter how much I tried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My eyes stared at a dark ceiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, my heart was still giving me a dull pain, but I felt those every night. The nights where I couldn't talk to my friends because I had to be offline. Were those the reasons why it hurt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I checked the time in Tokyo. Some late afternoon/early evening. In my head, all that went through is &lt;em&gt;the GazettE will be performing soon&lt;/em&gt;. Somehow, that made me a little bit sadder. It was definitely confusing, feeling melancholy yet contentment at the same time.&lt;p&gt;But I realized that I like where I am, even if I want more. That feeling was what lulled me to sleep, more so than the sweet lullaby filling my ears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-6719679994678474817?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/6719679994678474817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughts-under-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/6719679994678474817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/6719679994678474817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughts-under-stars.html' title='Thoughts Under The Stars'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-7349644604179070550</id><published>2009-07-29T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:52:02.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Has "Kill Me" Written All Over It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alice says she's too fat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She says there's too much in the middle, too much on the bottom, but not enough on top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She went to go make a deal with time, something to do with not eating, and when she returned, she seemed to be satisfied with her skeleton. When she looked all around, the only thought that crossed people's minds was &lt;em&gt;I'm not making her coffin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She went off on her merry way, to the queen. She said that if the executioner were to cut off something, it would be to cut off the excess body parts that weren't needed. So she'll be beautiful. So she wouldn't have to pretend to fit into that blue dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when she falls down the hole, she'll break into pieces. Then she'll never have to be in Wonderland again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, if it ever was Wonderland in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-7349644604179070550?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7349644604179070550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-has-kill-me-written-all-over-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7349644604179070550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7349644604179070550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-has-kill-me-written-all-over-it.html' title='This Has &quot;Kill Me&quot; Written All Over It'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-1526785323321934907</id><published>2009-07-27T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:51:44.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm tired of singing love songs in the dark where alley ways lead to dead ends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired of pretending we're invincible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All it takes is for someone to crush that mirror in your eyes, and for you to die of a broken heart. We're all drama queens and kings, it just takes the best liars to rule over the kingdom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I really hope your house of cards falls because I won't be there to put it back together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, all we really are is vulnerable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Sometimes I don't believe it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-1526785323321934907?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1526785323321934907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/ecstasy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1526785323321934907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1526785323321934907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/ecstasy.html' title='Ecstasy'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-3436077611388055851</id><published>2009-07-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:57:53.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seething</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When you feel so alone in the world, you don't seem to realize that other people feel the same way. We only pay attention to ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the problem is blameless, you need somebody to blame. You blame the easiest person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All it depends on is whether or not you want the spotlight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, shut up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-3436077611388055851?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3436077611388055851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/seething.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3436077611388055851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3436077611388055851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/seething.html' title='Seething'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-8873917812986890609</id><published>2009-07-18T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:17:47.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Downloads/Requests - Part Two (Anime &amp; Soundtracks &amp; VOCALOIDs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here we go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avenue Q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OST: Avenue Q (Original Broadway Cast)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camp Rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OST: Camp Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chobits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Let Me Be With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.Gray-Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Tsunaide te ni Kiss wo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: What's Up People?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOB Mixtape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: DJ Clinton Sparks &amp;amp; Fall Out Boy - Welcome to the New Administration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gundam Seed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Fields of Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kingdom Hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OST: KHII (Two Discs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naruto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Blue Bird&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Grief and Sorrow (Sadness and Sorrow)&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Hinata vs Neji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouran High School Host Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Bokura no Love Style - Hikaru &amp;amp; Kaoru Hitachiin&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Daisuke Kirii - Itsumo Gawa Ni - Mori&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Doki Doki Waku Waku - Hunny&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Guilty Beauty Love - Tamaki Suoh&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Little Wings - Haruhi Fujioka &lt;br /&gt;-Song: Mata Ashita - Ouran High School Host Club&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Tsumetai Yoru - Kyouya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: The Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Down Once More/Track This Murderer&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Learn To Be Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Punisher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Broken - Amy lee &amp;amp; Seether&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Finding Myself - Smile Empty Soul&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Lost In A Portrait - Trapt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OST: Rent - Two Discs (Original Broadway Cast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOCALOIDs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Alice's Human Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;-Song: BPM - Hatsune Miku&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Dark Woods Circus&lt;br /&gt;-Song: The Daughter of Evil - Rin Kagamine&lt;br /&gt;-Song: I... I-I-I Like You - I Love You! - Rin Kagamine&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Kokoro - Len Kagamine&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Kokoro - Rin Kagamine&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Last Night, Good Night - Hatsune Miku&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Love Is War - Hatsune Miku&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Meltdown - Rin Kagamine&lt;br /&gt;-Song: The Servant of Evil - Len Kagamine&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Shangri-La - Len &amp;amp; Rin Kagamine&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Smile - Rin Kagamine&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Winter Memories - Hatsune Miku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-8873917812986890609?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8873917812986890609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-downloadsrequests-part-two-anime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/8873917812986890609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/8873917812986890609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-downloadsrequests-part-two-anime.html' title='Music Downloads/Requests - Part Two (Anime &amp; Soundtracks &amp; VOCALOIDs)'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-4907783706541924240</id><published>2009-07-18T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:51:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Downloads/Requests - Part One (Bands &amp; Artists)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here is what I have right now, in alphabetical order by artist/band. Albums will be available for a .rar download and individual songs might be up for links. Everything is in mp3 format unless otherwise stated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anime/Vocaloid/Soundtrack songs will be later, in a different post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Album: Want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Seconds To Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Album: A Beautiful Lie&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Fine Frenzy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Almost Lover&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Ashes &amp;amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Near To You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Rocket To The Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EP: Summer '07&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Greetings From...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Static Lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Album: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?qqmtnzjotln"&gt;Rattlesnake!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Academy Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Almost Here&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Santi&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Fast Times at Barrington High&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Decemberunderground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alicenine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: VANDALIZE&lt;br /&gt;-DVD: DISCOTHEQUE play like 'A' RAINBOWS enter&amp;amp;exit Live Audio&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Cosmic World&lt;br /&gt;-Song: FANTASY&lt;br /&gt;-Song: MIRROR BALL (Single Version)&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Q&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Ruri no Ame&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Shunkashuutou&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Stray Cat&lt;br /&gt;-Song: VELVET&lt;br /&gt;-Song: WHITE PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The All American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Move Along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Time Low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: The Party Scene&lt;br /&gt;-EP: Put Up Or Shut Up&lt;br /&gt;-Album: So Wrong, It's Right&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Nothing Personal (.m4a for iPod)&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Umbrella (Cover)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apocalyptica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: I Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;-Song: I'm Not Jesus&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Repressed&lt;br /&gt;-Song: SOS (Anything But Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist vs Poet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EP: Artist vs Poet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking Benjamin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Breathe&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Blow Me Away&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Diary of Jane&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Diary of Jane (Acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;-Song: So Cold&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Sooner or Later&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Until The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: The Poison&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Busted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: While The City Sleeps, We Rule The Streets&lt;br /&gt;-Album: ¡Viva La Cobra!&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Hollaback Boy&lt;br /&gt;-Song: (I Make) Good Girls Go Bad&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Pete Wentz Is The Only Reason We're Famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dir en Grey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Uroboros&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elliot Minor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Too many individual songs. Ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evanescence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Fallen&lt;br /&gt;-Album: The Open Door&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Anything For You&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Anywhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: From Under The Cork Tree&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Infinity On High&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Folie a Deux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Force 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Business Up Front/Party In The Back (.m4a for iPod)&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Dance or Die (.m4a for iPod)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever The Sickest Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Album: Underdog Alma Mater&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the GazettE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EP: Akuyuukai&lt;br /&gt;-EP: Spermargarita&lt;br /&gt;-EP: Hankou Seimeibun&lt;br /&gt;-EP: Madara&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Disorder&lt;br /&gt;-EP: Gama&lt;br /&gt;-Album: NIL&lt;br /&gt;-Album: STACKED RUBBISH&lt;br /&gt;-Album: DIM&lt;br /&gt;-Single: DISTRESS AND COMA&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Defective Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Last Bouquet&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Miseinen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Hold On Tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoobastank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Every Man For Himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot Hot Heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Happiness Ltd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hush Sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Like Vines (.m4a for iPod)&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Goodbye Blues (.m4a for iPod)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack's Mannequin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Everything In Transit&lt;br /&gt;-Album: The Glass Passenger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;-Album: A Little Bit Longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kagrra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Gozen&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Core&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Shu&lt;br /&gt;-Single: Utakata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LM.C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: 88&lt;br /&gt;-Song: BOYS &amp;amp; GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;-Song: LIAR LIAR&lt;br /&gt;-Song: OH MY JULIET&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loveholic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Meh Ah Ri&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Sad Story&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Shinkirou&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Sky&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maaya Sakamoto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Song: The Garden of Everything&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madina Lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Attics to Eden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Medic Droid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: What's Your Medium? (.m4a for iPod)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midtown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Living Well Is The Best Revenge&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Forget What You Know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miyavi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Miyaviuta ~dokusou~&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Senor Senora Senorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panic at the Disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Pretty. Odd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: All We Know Is Falling&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poets of the Fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Carnival of Rust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say Anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: ...Is A Real Boy&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ScReW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mini Album: VIRUS&lt;br /&gt;-Mini Album: RACIAL MIXTURE&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Gather Roses&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Wailing Wall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Hikari&lt;br /&gt;-Song: ALIBI&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Binetsu&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Boku, Nida&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Namida no Ondo&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Natsukoi&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Otegami&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skillet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Comatose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EP: I Scream Party&lt;br /&gt;-Album: n0iZ stAr&lt;br /&gt;-EP: Punkitsch&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Alterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sum 41&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Chuck&lt;br /&gt;-Song: Count Your Last Blessings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Summer Obsession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: This Is Where You Belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t.A.T.u.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: 200 KM/H In The Wrong Lane&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Dangerous and Moving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theory of a Deadman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Scars and Souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Is A Shakedown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Love Kills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriving Ivory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: Thriving Ivory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We The Kings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: We The Kings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Within Temptation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Album: The Silent Force&lt;br /&gt;-EP: The Howling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-4907783706541924240?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4907783706541924240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-downloadsrequests.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/4907783706541924240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/4907783706541924240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-downloadsrequests.html' title='Music Downloads/Requests - Part One (Bands &amp; Artists)'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-7442335167766527655</id><published>2009-07-08T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:28:53.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have the fucking best friends in my life, ever. I have no idea what I ever did to deserve them, but I'm going to try to keep them happy to the best of my ability.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't ask for better people to talk to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;33333&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-7442335167766527655?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7442335167766527655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7442335167766527655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7442335167766527655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-beautiful.html' title='So Beautiful'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-6502654971434500106</id><published>2009-07-05T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:06:43.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On the Chicago River after dark&lt;br /&gt;We watch the city lights tear the sky apart&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing her hair around&lt;br /&gt;As the scenery explodes I tell you how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell into an old cliche&lt;br /&gt;Always on the road, only halfway sane&lt;br /&gt;No hospital can fix what I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've trapped myself in a ring of fire.&lt;br /&gt;If I say I'm okay, I'm also a liar&lt;br /&gt;The only way out is through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna get through this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so low that I'd get high&lt;br /&gt;Just to sit and watch the miles go by.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm cold and sweaty a nauseous heart&lt;br /&gt;I've got a million addictions wearing me down.&lt;br /&gt;I fell into an old cliche&lt;br /&gt;Always on the road, only halfway sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've trapped myself in a ring of fire.&lt;br /&gt;If I say I'm okay, I'm also a liar&lt;br /&gt;The only way out is through the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I write these words my hands start to shake&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawal's kicking in not a second too late.&lt;br /&gt;The only way out is through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm begging for help I know I can't get&lt;br /&gt;I've got to face this one alone.&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't make it,&lt;br /&gt;Remember that I'll always be a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've trapped myself in a ring of fire&lt;br /&gt;If I say I'm okay, I'm also a liar&lt;br /&gt;The only way out is through the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I write these words, my hands start to shake&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawal's kicking in not a second too late.&lt;br /&gt;The only way out is through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll start again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Madina Lake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-6502654971434500106?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/6502654971434500106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/through-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/6502654971434500106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/6502654971434500106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/07/through-pain.html' title='Through The Pain'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-2249248900460834996</id><published>2009-06-30T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:02:18.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes it's just so hard to breathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because the tears burn you from the inside out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they'll tell you that you look so pretty before you die out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-2249248900460834996?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2249248900460834996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/fireworks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2249248900460834996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2249248900460834996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-1727923170531399926</id><published>2009-06-20T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:54:43.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dwelling in Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Somehow, it was so hard for me to listen to William's voice again after avoiding it for such a long time. And now I remember why I enjoyed it so much, why I thought he was so talented, why it always and still makes me cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He will always hold a special place in my heart, like all the other musicians who changed my life in ways unknown to them. They mean so, so much, but other people don't understand that because to them, they're just people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, they aren't &lt;em&gt;just people&lt;/em&gt; to me. Like how some keepsakes aren't &lt;em&gt;just objects&lt;/em&gt; to people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's sort of strange in a way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a reality check.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-1727923170531399926?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1727923170531399926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/dwelling-in-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1727923170531399926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1727923170531399926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/dwelling-in-emotions.html' title='Dwelling in Emotions'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-5812134239086633090</id><published>2009-06-17T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:52:27.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS AND REPOST, REPOST, REPOST!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/33de9vp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you are reading this right now, you have more luxury than someone in Iran could ever hope for right now. If you are watching TV or a video on youtube, updating your status on Facebook, Tweeting, or even texting your friend, you are lucky. If you are safe in your home, and were able to sleep last night without the sounds of screaming from the rooftops, you need to know and understand what is happening to people just like you in Iran right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/334ot1v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not the enemy. They are a people whose election has been stolen. For the first time in a long time, a voice for change struck the youth of Iran, just as it did for many people in the United States only seven months ago. Hossein Mousavi gained the support of millions of people in Iran as a Presidential candidate. He stands for progressiveness. He supports good relations with the West, and the rest of the world. He is supported with fervor as he challenges the oppressive regime of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On Friday, millions of people waited for hours in line to vote in Iran's Presidential election. Later that night, as votes came in, Mousavi was alerted that he was winning by a two-thirds margin. Then there was a change. Suddenly, it was Ahmadinejad who had 68% of the vote - in areas which have been firmly against his political party, he overwhelmingly won. Within three hours, millions of votes were supposedly counted - the victor was Ahmadinejad. Immediately fraud was suspected - there was no way he could have won by this great a margin with such opposition. Since then, reports have been coming in of burned ballots, or in some cases numbers being given without any being counted at all. None of this is confirmed, but what happened next seems to do the trick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/300hbmg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Iran took the streets and rooftops. They shout "Death to the dictator" and "Allah o akbar." They join together to protest. Peacefully. The police attack some, but they stay strong. Riots happen, and the shouting continues all night. Text messaging was disabled, as was satellite, and websites which can spread information such as Twitter, Facebook, Youtube, and the BBC are blocked in the country. At five in the morning, Arabic speaking soldiers (the people of Iran speak Farsi) stormed a university in the capital city of Tehran. While sleeping in their dormitories, five students were killed. Others were wounded. These soldiers are thought to have been brought in by Ahmadinejad from Lebanon. Today, 192 of the university's faculty have resigned in protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mousavi requested that the government allow a peaceful rally to occur this morning - the request was denied. Many thought that it would not happen. Nevertheless, first a few thousand people showed up in the streets of Tehran. At this point, it is estimated that 1 to 2 million people were there. Mousavi spoke on the top of a car. The police stood by. For a few hours, everything was peaceful. Right now, the same cannot be said. Reports of injuries, shootings, and killings are flooding the internet. Twitter has been an invaluable source - those in Iran who still know how to access it are updating regularly with picture evidence. People are being brutally beaten. Tonight will be another night without rest for so many in Iran no older than I am. Tonight there is a Green Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For more information:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/06/irans_disputed_election.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mousavi1388/sets/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW INFORMATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; - near constant updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ontd_political/3342819.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; - ONTD_political live post&lt;br /&gt;ON TWITTER:@&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/StopAhmadi"&gt;StopAhmadi&lt;/a&gt;, @&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/ProtesterHelp"&gt;ProtesterHelp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/1o3deg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;دنیارابگوییدچطورآنهاانتخاباتمان دزدیده اند&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world how they have stolen our election&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- original post by &lt;a href="http://one-hoopy-frood.livejournal.com/"&gt;one_hoopy_frood&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-5812134239086633090?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5812134239086633090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/read-this-and-repost-repost-repost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/5812134239086633090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/5812134239086633090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/read-this-and-repost-repost-repost.html' title='READ THIS AND REPOST, REPOST, REPOST!!!!'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/33de9vp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-2505964871891455211</id><published>2009-06-14T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:39:37.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265" align="center"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing flash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-2505964871891455211?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2505964871891455211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/draw-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2505964871891455211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2505964871891455211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/draw-with-me.html' title='Draw With Me'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-2204708328164344947</id><published>2009-06-13T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:35:39.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Old Journal Entries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ You Told Me To Go Find God ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I went on a journey&lt;br /&gt;where footsteps took a day.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up in a dingy place&lt;br /&gt;because I took a wrong turn,&lt;br /&gt;but you urged me on.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I found him on 19th Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Checking-In ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cockroaches on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Missing teeth from the concierge&lt;br /&gt;Peeling paint on the walls&lt;br /&gt;Eerie noises from the down the outside hallway&lt;br /&gt;Stained sheets on the bed&lt;br /&gt;Cold water in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take it all in,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell yourself and breathe in deeply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Home.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ The Legal Aspect of Things ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I can remember&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the swishing of tide water&lt;br /&gt;the smell of field daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you think I can forget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the dolls my wife hangs from the tree outside&lt;br /&gt;with pins in my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Where The Heart Is ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just dreaming with my eyes pinned open&lt;br /&gt;Because this world without you is just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;[-fantasy-]&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-2204708328164344947?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2204708328164344947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-old-journal-entries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2204708328164344947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2204708328164344947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-old-journal-entries.html' title='Some Old Journal Entries...'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-914484503898289841</id><published>2009-06-10T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:51:45.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Background Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dark blue, dark blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School is officially over. Summer time, baby! I really need something to do. I'll hang out with some friends and get a job/volunteer or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-914484503898289841?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/914484503898289841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/background-noise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/914484503898289841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/914484503898289841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/background-noise.html' title='Background Noise'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-3130205411741358021</id><published>2009-06-08T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:10:30.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo62/MrHenryVanity/Holding_hands_by_homarte-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's reinvent love, one step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-3130205411741358021?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3130205411741358021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-fine-fine-line-between-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3130205411741358021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3130205411741358021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-fine-fine-line-between-reality.html' title='There&apos;s a fine, fine line between reality and pretend.'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-2979564091552325231</id><published>2009-05-31T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:20:45.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't do it alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because you can't make it with me either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-2979564091552325231?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2979564091552325231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2979564091552325231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2979564091552325231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-tell-me.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me;'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-8120237590088291840</id><published>2009-05-28T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:59:53.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alibi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DgyGvH2tbQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alibi - SID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really like Mao's make up in this video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song is really addicting. Mao's voice is so smooth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know... I like how they focus in on Mao's eyes. It just fits so well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(My favorite from the band is still Aki, shhh...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-8120237590088291840?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8120237590088291840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/alibi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/8120237590088291840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/8120237590088291840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/alibi.html' title='Alibi'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-3257029956217360947</id><published>2009-05-16T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:11:37.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What the title says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books That Need To Be Completed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Les Miserables by Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;-Hannibal Rising by Thomas Harris&lt;br /&gt;-Twisted Triangle by Caitlin Rother&lt;br /&gt;-The Killer Angels by Michael Shaara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books That Need To Be Requested&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Geek Love by Katherine Dunn&lt;br /&gt;-Son of a Witch by Gregory Maguire&lt;br /&gt;-The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett&lt;br /&gt;-World Without End by Ken Follett&lt;br /&gt;-Wicked by Gregory Maguire&lt;br /&gt;-Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister by Gregory Maguire&lt;br /&gt;-The Demonata: Death's Shadow by Darren Shan&lt;br /&gt;-Tithe by Holly Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recommendations if you want them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Geek Love by Katherine Dunn&lt;br /&gt;-The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;-Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;-Darren Shan-Terry Brooks&lt;br /&gt;-Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;-Dean Koontz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't read a good book outside of my favorite authors (except for &lt;em&gt;Geek Love&lt;/em&gt;) in a while... Sorry, I just don't have time to read these things. I wish I did, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-3257029956217360947?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3257029956217360947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3257029956217360947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3257029956217360947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-self.html' title='Note To Self'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-6711825293941910435</id><published>2009-05-12T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:40:02.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits of Our Labor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The plants that grow under the broken starlight, the ones that hope, they give, and they love. Unable to move, unable to seek the places they want to seek, they stay; they stay partially for their own will and unwillingly, at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A miracle happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a while that miracle is not as shining as it used to be, and they, too, also escape the blue skies with the wretched clutch of society just trying to tear this work apart until it's something seemingly "acceptable." They don't live to prosper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The older, brown vegetation seem to tear with the morning sunrise; its crying hidden by an obscure painting of contentment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the products replied with a simple,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy Mother's Day."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I'm really late with this.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-6711825293941910435?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/6711825293941910435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/fruits-of-our-labor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/6711825293941910435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/6711825293941910435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/fruits-of-our-labor.html' title='Fruits of Our Labor'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-158610037668366861</id><published>2009-05-11T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:02:50.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Skies</title><content type='html'>In the process of trying to break the ice, you broke yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-158610037668366861?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/158610037668366861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/above-sky.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/158610037668366861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/158610037668366861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/above-sky.html' title='Vegas Skies'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-9060430545326941748</id><published>2009-05-06T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:50:36.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Scream Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ez_BJGJaGzI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Scream Party - SuG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in love with their lead singer, Takeru, haha. I really adore his facial expressions and his voice... This look fits him very well. I dare you to try and resist that grin of his.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SuG is a relatively new band compared to a lot of Jrock bands, such as the GazettE, alice nine., LM.C, and et cetera. I finally satisfied my curiosity about them ever since I found out that they were signed onto the Indie PSC division (so that would be around January).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What first attracted me to them was their bright and colorful style. -laughs-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you enjoy this song as much as I do; they do have more serious videos. Go search them on YouTube if you wish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-9060430545326941748?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/9060430545326941748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-scream-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/9060430545326941748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/9060430545326941748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-scream-party.html' title='Love Scream Party'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-5757961477882008541</id><published>2009-04-29T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:57:28.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simmering Through The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been a while since I posted on here. The goodness of blogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life has been harsh, along with its own confusing sequence of up's and down's, but nonetheless, you live it. Don't deal, live. It's the only way of working through the hard times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;High school. Most people would say it was the best years of their life, but in fact, it is my worst so far. Who would've thought high school students would be more immature than those back in middle school? I thought I left such imbeciles behind. Guess I was wrong. Apparently, they have nothing better to do than to be the obnoxious people that they're giving me the impression of. It's not as if they try to reverse such behavior anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had the misfortune of them being in my homeroom class, especially during very crucial state tests this week. You know, the ones that decide my classes for next year. They were particularly loud today and made it hard to concentrate on one of my more difficult subjects: Advanced Algebra. They also decided to make me their victim for the day; very unfortunate, indeed. If I wasn't so sensitive, I would've gotten angry instead of just wanting to cry my butt off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmmm, can't toughen up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, I'm only fourteen. Everything seems to be the end of the world when you're at this "tender" age - or at least that's what my parents call it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I shall go off to read the &lt;em&gt;Goosebumps&lt;/em&gt; books and relive my childhood, plus decide how I will die. Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-5757961477882008541?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5757961477882008541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/04/simmering-through-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/5757961477882008541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/5757961477882008541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/04/simmering-through-air.html' title='Simmering Through The Air'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-2480018698653146962</id><published>2009-04-20T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:10:59.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Response: If Today Was Your Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In response to &lt;a href="http://onlyfoolingmyself.tumblr.com/post/97997712/if-today-was-your-last-day"&gt;this blogpost&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't respond on Tumblr because my Tumblr is for music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You never know if you're doing "the right thing".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think if you fret on it too much, somehow you distort that thought into being "the wrong thing". In all honesty, there is no "wrong" or "right" if you learn to look past being human.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Normally, this is where gut feeling would come in. Making a change in your life is about taking risks, and if you're not willing to, you will never get anywhere. Yes, there will be regrets; yes, there will be "what if"s. But you cannot truly live life trying to make sense of it. You should just do what you feel if you're catching yourself with this situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if you have second thoughts, it won't change what you've done. Eventually, you'll need to learn to let it go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I shall end my weak response with this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eyes are placed in the front because it's more important to look forward than to look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-2480018698653146962?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2480018698653146962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-response-if-today-was-your-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2480018698653146962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2480018698653146962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-response-if-today-was-your-last-day.html' title='In Response: If Today Was Your Last Day'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-3682269674467373389</id><published>2009-04-12T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:17:55.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We're spinning needles on broken thread.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shadows chase until the point of haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The coastal blue turns an envious green.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish you knew me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-3682269674467373389?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3682269674467373389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/04/behind-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3682269674467373389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3682269674467373389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/04/behind-us.html' title='Behind Us'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-1143875480158270511</id><published>2009-04-02T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:36:53.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had an extremely good day today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, nothing extraordinary happened, but I enjoyed all my class today - which is weird, considering they're my loathed ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing how such plain things could make you feel on top of the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-1143875480158270511?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1143875480158270511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1143875480158270511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/1143875480158270511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-4664641917968763390</id><published>2009-03-24T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:01:29.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Perform In Reverse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You could be happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Worn, torn, and onto the point, you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every chance you lost, you &lt;em&gt;could have&lt;/em&gt; been, but you weren't and that made all the difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing you is like watching myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You could be happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-4664641917968763390?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4664641917968763390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-perform-in-reverse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/4664641917968763390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/4664641917968763390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-perform-in-reverse.html' title='When You Perform In Reverse'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-4303377169742278673</id><published>2009-03-15T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:12:03.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backward Scrawls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tell me what I can or cannot do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shoot my vision, cover it, and I'll be in your arms for the rest of eternity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'll drip satellite tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only so much you can do to stow me away in this life. I'll crush your signal and delete all of your data.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm ignorant otherwise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-4303377169742278673?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4303377169742278673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/backward-scrawls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/4303377169742278673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/4303377169742278673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/backward-scrawls.html' title='Backward Scrawls'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-810069625061299332</id><published>2009-03-03T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:59:14.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monochrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Eyes sewn shut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't see her sadness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess you didn't want me to cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-810069625061299332?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/810069625061299332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/monochrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/810069625061299332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/810069625061299332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/monochrome.html' title='Monochrome'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-9002238355891281151</id><published>2009-02-19T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:25:21.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinned Onto A Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff226/bloodyangel361/Photos/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff226/bloodyangel361/Photos/sky.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When my heart rate goes up to 128 bpm, does it satisfy you?&lt;p&gt;Do you feel a certain sense of victory lingering in that delusional mind of yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the instance, I could die, do you fill with joy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know what to say to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You bound me to the train tracks and left me to see myself to doom, bright and dim as the sky was that day. The rough caress and easy-going personality you imprinted upon me no longer there. You couldn't have warned me of the danger I was put in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appalling. Terrifying. Horrific.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to cry, yet I didn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all the things you could have done, you did this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You locked the back door while my wings were sewn just to make sure I wouldn't get out. Ripping them off was your greatest satisfaction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;[With frozen eyes, my words became meaningless as the world became a pretty, pristine white. My, oh my, what a disaster.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Tell me something different.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Should I have said the right things? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Key word:&lt;/span&gt; should.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Anorexic birds drop dead. Burnt plants live on. A wonderful place in the back of my mind. Still stuck with perpetual motionless.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;["Don't wish you could see."]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;[I never did.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only things could've gone different for you and me. You refuse to stare at me right in the eye, as if you were afraid of something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no exceptional quality to this matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Someone's bleeding tears.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Martyrdom."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-9002238355891281151?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/9002238355891281151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/pinned-onto-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/9002238355891281151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/9002238355891281151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/pinned-onto-star.html' title='Pinned Onto A Star'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff226/bloodyangel361/Photos/th_sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-2193924525570028926</id><published>2009-02-15T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:48:21.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff226/bloodyangel361/Photos/desolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff226/bloodyangel361/Photos/desolate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew the right things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart strings tug and they tug deep, but they only tug enough so that your heart will give a slight ache, but the pain is still there. It's not easy to shake off, and maybe you don't, so if you don't it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a painful process. Not a very rewarding one, not a very fulfilling one, yet you take it anyway. Sometimes people wonder why and you give them no answer, returning home to your one bedroom apartment and staring off into the small space you have to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You abruptly feel dreadfully alone at your two person table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-2193924525570028926?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2193924525570028926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/daylight-supper.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2193924525570028926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/2193924525570028926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/daylight-supper.html' title='Daylight Supper'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff226/bloodyangel361/Photos/th_desolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-3898243982272672803</id><published>2009-02-14T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:51:21.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-nC5ozIvYo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-nC5ozIvYo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video makes me want to hug someone. Very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior's music always makes me smile and happy. Like "Happiness" for instance (although "Miracle" also makes me giddy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO PHYSICALLY HUG SOMEBODY BEFORE I EXPLODE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HUGS YOU ALL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Super Junior, for making me feel better about S.A.D. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-3898243982272672803?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3898243982272672803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-hugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3898243982272672803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3898243982272672803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-hugs.html' title='Free Hugs'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-4646795964754197629</id><published>2009-02-10T17:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:31:26.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposure</title><content type='html'>My keeper is a person afraid of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(close to me, close to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orders shrill in the air, the knife cutting deep into the silent so noise bleeds. It’s so quiet. So still. Like a premonition of something void due to run on its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jog, walk, slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hands on top of mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only this redundant lifestyle could break out of routine. Why hadn’t I been born a butterfly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scales being painfully plucked off, one by one. Feeling myself break is the only relief I get so I don’t have to tie myself up together again.  Like a person ties shoelaces. One loop over the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for all the things i could’ve said, i didn’t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filtered sunlight, smudged skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how much you can do with just one click. One movement. One stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m under his spell again and can’t get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(am i [ n a k e d ] enough?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-4646795964754197629?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4646795964754197629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/exposure.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/4646795964754197629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/4646795964754197629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/exposure.html' title='Exposure'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-6817636157955235928</id><published>2009-02-09T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:47:35.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night, Good Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song Recommendation:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gh1l0t15BBE"&gt;People Error - The GazettE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear them whirring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some sort of shrill knife ripping through the air, steadily coming closer and closer at such a high speed that it feels like they’ll cut right through me. Wheels are turning against my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cherry blossoms are falling again. Their small, bright pink petals litter the soiled ground and remind me of a sad metaphor my friend once told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do they not remind you of people?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to that I replied: “Always.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They’ll remind me of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As spectators, we looked on with blind eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naive people we were, thinking that nothing could push us down from our reign on top of the world. How we wished to be as privileged as those who could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, suddenly, we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I wish we weren't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-6817636157955235928?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/6817636157955235928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-night-good-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/6817636157955235928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/6817636157955235928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-night-good-night.html' title='Last Night, Good Night'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-3777561414757437424</id><published>2009-02-09T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:29:04.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pale In Comparison</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Definitely interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did things that I wouldn't usually do, and I had fun doing them. In all, it was pleasant, and the fact that it's raining here soothes me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the rain. It is a comforting presence for me in my home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-3777561414757437424?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/3777561414757437424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/pale-in-comparison.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3777561414757437424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/3777561414757437424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/pale-in-comparison.html' title='Pale In Comparison'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459420816151270290.post-7362926601065562659</id><published>2009-02-07T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:43:01.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*THIS POST MAY CONTAIN NANA SPOILERS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading Nana again from Chapter 53 (oh, how I missed manga), and a sudden turn of events just killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my favorite character, even with his cowardly ways and drug addiction. He just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears started falling down from my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if I want to continue reading it without him playing a physical role in the story. God, he and Nana never got to make up and the way he died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saved his hands.&lt;br /&gt;He saved his fucking hands.&lt;br /&gt;Because playing guitar meant that much to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was going to quit Trapnest too.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I guess he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ. It's pathetic to be crying over a fictional character, but damn. Why him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana is so dead. She's so lifeless without him. I always thought Ren and Nana were a really good couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end, he picked Trapnest.&lt;br /&gt;Because he loved Reira more than he loved Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459420816151270290-7362926601065562659?l=notmywonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7362926601065562659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-words-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7362926601065562659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459420816151270290/posts/default/7362926601065562659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notmywonderland.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-words-left.html' title='No Words Left'/><author><name>The Girl Without A Crown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09066923213427109730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ej_O7rzxwY/Syk7SB9SReI/AAAAAAAAAGs/klr9P8dOdMc/S220/haeicon4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
