<?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-8269198600350022512</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:33:29.471+08:00</updated><category term='ShortShorts = 2'/><category term='We don&apos;t make sense in my mind.'/><category term='ShortShorts = 4'/><category term='Stay up late with me.'/><category term='Am I supposed to...'/><category term='Sigh.'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='December.'/><category term='ShortShorts = 10'/><category term='SHIN My Cat I LOVE SHIN'/><category term='Change'/><category term='ShortShorts = 8'/><category term='You.      Me.'/><category term='Everything&apos;s Ok.'/><category term='Rolling.'/><category term='Songs HEY FCUK YOU Can&apos;t You Stop'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Alcohol on Blisters.'/><category term='ShortShorts = 3'/><category term='Mirror Image ~Saera.'/><category term='flumpool'/><category term='キミに胸キュン。'/><category term='Why Can&apos;t I?'/><category term='You know it.'/><category term='Just The Way It Is.'/><category term='I want you to know.'/><category term='ShortShorts = 7'/><category term='Tomorrow.'/><category term='Pink'/><category term='繋いだ手を離さないで。/ Don&apos;t let go of our hands.'/><category term='Nude.'/><category term='ShortShorts = 6'/><category term='December. If I was the Light.'/><category term='Me Realizing Myself'/><category term='きっと。。。'/><category term='Every.'/><category term='甘い。'/><category term='Friday Night.'/><category term='1 Litre of Tears.'/><category term='ShortShorts = 1'/><category term='Skip Beat Manga　少女マンガ．．．バンザイ！'/><category term='Lethargy.'/><category term='ShortShorts = 5'/><category term='December III'/><category term='ShortShorts = 9'/><category term='Dream.'/><category term='SOSOS.'/><category term='The World.'/><category term='日本。'/><category term='Merry-Go-Round.'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Words.Strings.Connection.</title><subtitle type='html'>Read Me?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-6408064586437526189</id><published>2010-05-28T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:30:18.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 Litre of Tears.'/><title type='text'>１リットルの涙。</title><content type='html'>When I watch this drama it just makes me cry. It's only the second episode, and I'm bursting with tears. I wonder how the real person must have felt when she found out she had this disease. I wonder how her parents had put up with knowing it. This drama had many funny moments yet the moment I laughed was the moment I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears don't stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-6408064586437526189?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/6408064586437526189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/6408064586437526189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/6408064586437526189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='１リットルの涙。'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-8450703528622424604</id><published>2010-05-10T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:11:30.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry-Go-Round.'/><title type='text'>Merry-Go-Round.</title><content type='html'>We stood in line for the Merry-Go-Round.&lt;br /&gt;There were tons of people waiting in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;When we had the chance to sit, we couldn't sit together because there were no empty spots which we could sit together.&lt;br /&gt;So you sat on one horse while I sat on another. Except we were across each other and the pillar at the center of the Merry-Go-Round blocked our view of each other.&lt;br /&gt;But when the ride ended and we met each other again, you beamed a smile at me and said it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;So I smiled and said it was fun for me too, even though it was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you lied too when you told me it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Fly me to the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And let me play among the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;In other words, darling, kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with song,&lt;br /&gt;and let me sing forever more.&lt;br /&gt;You are all I long for, all I worship and adore.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, please be true&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Make me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-8450703528622424604?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/8450703528622424604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/05/merry-go-round.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/8450703528622424604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/8450703528622424604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/05/merry-go-round.html' title='Merry-Go-Round.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-3404641261501414509</id><published>2010-05-07T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:25:53.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World.'/><title type='text'>The World Still Moves Round and Round.</title><content type='html'>It is messy. It had to be messy. It didn't have to stop. It shouldn't stop. Because it kept moving I was thankful. Even though right now you're not relying on me. Even if right now I can't smile. And all I'm doing right now is listening to music which sings about the world moving round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you'll laugh at me. I know I can't do anything. I know I'm incapable of doing anything. But then I wanted to lie and say I could. Why can't I lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dream of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of you I laugh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-3404641261501414509?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/3404641261501414509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/05/world-still-moves-round-and-round.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/3404641261501414509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/3404641261501414509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/05/world-still-moves-round-and-round.html' title='The World Still Moves Round and Round.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-8713757021036811342</id><published>2010-04-13T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:14:47.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'>ピンク色なのに？</title><content type='html'>ピンク色なのに、ピンク色じゃない？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛じゃなくて。恋じゃなくて。&lt;br /&gt;友情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;友。友。友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;それでも。。。愛も。。。恋も。。。必要としてる。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;光？&lt;br /&gt;闇？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ツレテクレルダレカガホシイ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-8713757021036811342?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/8713757021036811342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/8713757021036811342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/8713757021036811342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_13.html' title='ピンク色なのに？'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-150354116189079337</id><published>2010-04-06T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:23:46.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Every.'/><title type='text'>Every.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you knew everything.&lt;br /&gt;I hope next time, you'll think a bit.&lt;br /&gt;You don't realize, it has affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall.&lt;br /&gt;Scream.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Cry.&lt;br /&gt;Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is vague.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is...reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have looked more closely when things were so obvious. I must have lied so that I could run away and live in a dream. I should have listened closely when the sounds were blaring in my ears. I must have worn ear plugs so that I don't end up getting frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am frustrated. Frustrated. Frustrated. Frustrated. I feel even more pathetic than I was before. But since the truth has been revealed, I think it's much more easier for me to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-150354116189079337?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/150354116189079337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/04/every.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/150354116189079337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/150354116189079337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/04/every.html' title='Every.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-8934234420549124340</id><published>2010-04-04T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:00:09.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomorrow.'/><title type='text'>明日も。</title><content type='html'>If you do this, it is bad.&lt;br /&gt;If you do that, it is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're trying but you're not.&lt;br /&gt;You're falling but you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity me, pity me.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying, I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my scissors. My hands were shaking.&lt;br /&gt;I needed to feel something different. So I cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself? Me? What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Proof is on me. Scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泪。笑顔。何？&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;つながってる。　ツナガッテル？&lt;br /&gt;何フザケテンノ？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;イタイ。　イタイ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help. Help.&lt;br /&gt;助けないで。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明日も逃げよう。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-8934234420549124340?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/8934234420549124340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/8934234420549124340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/8934234420549124340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='明日も。'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-4638127346829666694</id><published>2010-03-26T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:57:47.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='きっと。。。'/><title type='text'>きっと。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;色々ある世界の中で&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;私は笑う。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;あなたもきっと笑ってる。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ウソだとしても。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;だって、仕方ないもん。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;でしょ？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;でも、&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;きっと、&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;いつか、&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;心から笑う。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;だからあきらめないで。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;元気だして。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;笑顔見せてほしい。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-4638127346829666694?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/4638127346829666694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4638127346829666694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4638127346829666694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='きっと。。。'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-175376235340015607</id><published>2010-03-23T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:52:55.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOSOS.'/><title type='text'>SOSOS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;morning. smile. sun. shine. laughter. jokes. food. speedy. time. friends. smile. jokes. mail. messages. smiles. emotions. confusion. pathetic. anger. immaturity. revenge. guilty. smiles. sacrifice. smiles. dumb. iknow. selfish. justforonce. guilty. noodles. tomato. face. sadness. guilt. takeaway. future. fight. lightsabers. gundam. marriage. babies. trials. exams. economics. law. sociology. thinkingskills. literature. jane. suki. durarara. Dollars. anime. forgive. forget. guilt. truth. guilt. friends. guilt. love. guilt. sacrifice. giveup. guilt. cost. money. future. excitement. ugly. hope. guilt. smiles. guilt. smiles. guilt. smiles. guilt. smiles. guilt. smiles. guilt. smiles. guilt. smiles. guilt. smiles. guilt. smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut. laugh. blood. laugh. guilt. smiles. save. don't. save. can't. guilt. smiles. tears. smiles. happy. sad. smiles. guilt. end.&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/8269198600350022512-175376235340015607?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/175376235340015607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/03/sosos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/175376235340015607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/175376235340015607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/03/sosos.html' title='SOSOS.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-6491869379288117689</id><published>2010-03-19T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:18:03.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShortShorts = 10'/><title type='text'>ShortShorts - 10</title><content type='html'>When you look at me, you look through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to stop and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do, I still stand in the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unconsciously do things so that something within will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I only realize after I've done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me mad, frustrated and most of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-6491869379288117689?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/6491869379288117689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/03/shortshorts-10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/6491869379288117689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/6491869379288117689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/03/shortshorts-10.html' title='ShortShorts - 10'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-7029536134439022176</id><published>2010-03-01T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:37:28.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShortShorts = 9'/><title type='text'>ShortShorts - 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't want to see someone breakdown unnecessarily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to see someone cry over something unworthy of the tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But at the same time I just want to say, 'Hey! Get over it because it's not hard!!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I don't...as usual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And time was running along with the course of events.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I end up laughing because the events happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I laugh because there's nothing else to do but laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if I believe that everthing will be okay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be able to get over some things myself. And I believe that I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-7029536134439022176?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/7029536134439022176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/03/shortshorts-9.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7029536134439022176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7029536134439022176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/03/shortshorts-9.html' title='ShortShorts - 9'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-2017024356648692025</id><published>2010-02-22T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:19:38.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShortShorts = 8'/><title type='text'>ShortShorts - 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Since I have nothing much to post about (unless you want to read my whiny feelings),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm just going to post quotes from my favourite games until I have something interesting to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'Kairi! Remember what you said before? I'm always with you too. I'll come back to you... I promise!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Sora (Kingdom Hearts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'Take care of her.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Riku (Kingdom Hearts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'Friends, same heart. Clayton, lose heart. No heart, no see friends. No heart, no friends.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Tarzan (Kingdom Hearts//Tarzan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'If two people share one, their destinies become intertwined. They'll remain a part of each other's lives no matter what. C'mon, I know you want to try it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Riku (Kingdom Hearts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'It's my lucky charm, be sure to bring it back to me!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'I'm thinking about what to think about.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Winnie The Pooh (Kingdom Hearts//Winnie The Pooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'No matter where I go, or... what I see... I know I can always come back here. Right?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'Giving up already? C'mon, Sora, I thought you were stronger than that.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Riku (Kingdom Hearts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'Don't ever forget: wherever you go, I'm always with you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'What is a heart anyway?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Dr. Finklestein (Kingdom Hearts//Nightmare Before Christmas)&lt;/span&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/8269198600350022512-2017024356648692025?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/2017024356648692025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2017024356648692025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2017024356648692025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-8.html' title='ShortShorts - 8'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-2572088565066878281</id><published>2010-02-19T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:33:33.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShortShorts = 7'/><title type='text'>ShortShorts - 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'You came. Even though you're about to break.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Aerith (Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'I said I'd live out both our lives. Easy to make that promise.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cloud (Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'Listen to my story. This may be our last chance.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Tidus (Final Fantasy X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'I've... learned how to smile... Even when I'm feeling sad.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Yuna (Final Fantasy X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'A thousand years... and this moment is all we get?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Shuyin (Final Fantasy X-2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'This moment's enough... I don't need anything else.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Lenne (Final Fantasy X-2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'When I couldn't see a future and I was afraid. When the future was clear and it hurt to see, I just close my eyes and lose myself in happier tastes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Oerba Dia Vanille (Final Fantasy XIII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'Here comes the Hero!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Snow Villiers (Final Fantasy XIII)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;'It is better to die in hope than live in despair.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Yunalesca (Final Fantasy X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8269198600350022512-2572088565066878281?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/2572088565066878281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2572088565066878281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2572088565066878281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-7.html' title='ShortShorts - 7'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-6326625930047288054</id><published>2010-02-17T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:29:13.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShortShorts = 6'/><title type='text'>ShortShorts - 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The sky right now is crying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But like all of us, it will eventually stop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look up when it cries, and look up when it shines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be looking too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because we share the same sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-6326625930047288054?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/6326625930047288054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/6326625930047288054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/6326625930047288054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-6.html' title='ShortShorts - 6'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-2013613397374313024</id><published>2010-02-16T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:26:18.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShortShorts = 5'/><title type='text'>ShortShorts - 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm tired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm f-ing tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought the image of my bleeding hands stopped. But it keep appearing in my mind, the blood dripping of my fingers slowly, yet not painfully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I think, perhaps it's better this way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And since it's all inside me, it's better this way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired. I feel like taking a deep slumber. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A deep, deep, slumber.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-2013613397374313024?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/2013613397374313024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2013613397374313024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2013613397374313024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-5.html' title='ShortShorts - 5'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-71332502097079019</id><published>2010-02-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:23:28.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShortShorts = 4'/><title type='text'>ShortShorts - 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As if I needed some assurance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't make a difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-71332502097079019?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/71332502097079019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/71332502097079019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/71332502097079019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-4.html' title='ShortShorts - 4'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-1448853240925114550</id><published>2010-02-13T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:51:50.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShortShorts = 3'/><title type='text'>ShortShorts - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I like you but I hate you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to laugh with you but I want to scream at you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime you say 'No', I believe in you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was no other choice but to believe in you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are tons of reasons why I should despise you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I hide it in the back of my mind while I tell myself, 'It's not true. She wouldn't lie to me.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you too much to lose as a friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you are so much better than me so I shouldn't be surprised if anything happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I can cry right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet I don't, because if I did then I'd be angry at you. If I was angry at you it would turn into hate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I don't want to hate you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this feeling is eating me up. But even if it eats me up whole and I become hollow, I won't ever let you know. Just smiling...is enough. I don't want you, out of all people, to be worried about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) I wanted to find reasons why I should hate you. (Which I have, but I was never able to hate you for it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) I wanted to simply apologize to you for the feelings that are hidden inside me. (Even if you are confused to why I am apologizing to you.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) I wanted to stay as your friend as long as we can. (Although now I feel like we're distant, I think it's because of me.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) I just have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that you aren't telling me the truth. (I think you should, because it's better for me to know truth than a lie.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But nothing ever turns out that way does it? I've even told you my 'What if?' which you denied over and over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told you everything about me. I told you I was tired. Mentally, physically. Tired of everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in your eyes, you don't see me. That's why, I feel as if though you're telling me lies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry but I don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to hate you but I don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to scream at you but I don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if I do everything I wanted, I'd lose a good friend over someone who, evidently, does not look at me but perhaps looks at you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And everything will break because of me. I'm too scared for that to happen, so I'd rather freeze myself and fight myself alone until I win this fight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until then I'd be lying as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I have to hold everything inside me and feed it my heart so that it doesn't get out and cause anymore damage (as damaging me should be enough).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I'm so stupid, I do deserve something like this. But for the both of you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's better if you didn't know someone like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-1448853240925114550?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/1448853240925114550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/1448853240925114550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/1448853240925114550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-3.html' title='ShortShorts - 3'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-6390933296041386536</id><published>2010-02-06T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:41:53.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShortShorts = 2'/><title type='text'>ShortShorts - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't have a cage, but I want one just for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It would be a normal cage, like a bird's cage, and it would be covered by a black cloth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I had a dream of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just had a dream of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I had that cage, I would feel most comfortable in it, and I can think about a lot of things without having to share it with anyone else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I had a cage I would be silent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I had a cage I could cry alone inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I had a cage everything that I say stays inside the cage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And no one has to know what I say or feel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because it's a cage just for me, and me alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-6390933296041386536?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/6390933296041386536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/6390933296041386536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/6390933296041386536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/02/shortshorts-2.html' title='ShortShorts - 2'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-2970323415194363255</id><published>2010-01-25T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:11:15.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ShortShorts = 1'/><title type='text'>ShortShorts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What do I say? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What should I say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dum Dum Dee Dum...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm just going to end...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And listen to my favourite songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While time flies by to OUR finals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then we part. Again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-2970323415194363255?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/2970323415194363255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/01/shortshorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2970323415194363255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2970323415194363255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/01/shortshorts.html' title='ShortShorts.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-3697606216093440766</id><published>2010-01-07T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:52:21.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flumpool'/><title type='text'>flumpool. What's flumpool?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I stayed in Japan there were tons of commercials (which I enjoyed watching) of music, games and cars. I especially loved the Daihatsu commercial of the deer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daihatsu CM: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BeeywlWK_zo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BeeywlWK_zo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I also saw a CM of flumpool, a band of punk rock (punk rock?) with their newest album release, 'What's flumpool?'. Got back home and downloaded it. I love it :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I loved Japanese variety shows. Especially with オードリー!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Gackt looks so cool!!! Too cool~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah~ I wish I stayed a little longer in Japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-3697606216093440766?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/3697606216093440766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/01/flumpool-whats-flumpool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/3697606216093440766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/3697606216093440766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/01/flumpool-whats-flumpool.html' title='flumpool. What&apos;s flumpool?'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-5943588364531960894</id><published>2010-01-05T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:21:37.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='日本。'/><title type='text'>オードリー　春日、やきにく、キングダム　ハーツ。</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;トゥース！ - オードリー　春日&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Gackt!! He's so cool!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I became super meat eater!! YAKINIKU!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I bought Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy Straps!! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say, I had fun in Japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could stay longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I want to see　春日　and Gackt again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-5943588364531960894?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/5943588364531960894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/5943588364531960894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/5943588364531960894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='オードリー　春日、やきにく、キングダム　ハーツ。'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-7385907740199916180</id><published>2009-12-14T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:32:27.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December III'/><title type='text'>December III.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;12/12/2009 -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a special day, isn't it? I'm supposed to have fun, be happy, enjoy myself to the fullest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm seventeen! One more year to becoming legal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly I don't care. But I have enjoyed myself in the company of my friends and I have no doubt that I love them all. Too much that I cannot live without them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And wasn't December supposed to be full of celebration? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly even during my birthday, my family is in pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I enjoy myself another person is suffering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what could I do? She's missing me. So I'm leaving to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then thinking about meeting her gets me so scared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm scared that when I get there, she's gone. I'm scared that when I see her, I'll cry. I'm scared that when I leave her, I'll miss her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life plays tricks on you and you're helpless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when I'm happy I'm going to be sad. Definitely, undoubtedly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's why there are some things to give up because I'm too scared to feel the pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's why I'm giving up on what should be wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want my hands to be trembling while I type this. I don't want my tears to be flowing while I think about this. I don't want this horrible feeling that's stuck within me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's December and I'm supposed to be happy. But I'm not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-7385907740199916180?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/7385907740199916180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7385907740199916180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7385907740199916180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-iii.html' title='December III.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-5730545764724127871</id><published>2009-12-08T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:10:28.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December. If I was the Light.'/><title type='text'>December (II)//If I was the Light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What day is it today? I don't even know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't checked the date since holidays started and I've been wasting the days away by sleeping, eating, and playing video games. As well as using the net till late at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though I get sleepy I don't go to sleep because...well, I don't know myself. Something stops me, god knows what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet before I even know it, people are fill my message inbox with messages saying 'Happy Birthday!' or call me and wish me. And I'm going to be so blur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even feel like throwing myself a party. I'm not worth it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was the Light, you would never have to worry about waking up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was the Light, I would bathe you with my warmth from the Sun and the brightness from...electricity (=_=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was the Light, even you're dreams have me in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was the Light, you would need me anytime of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was the Light, I would be there with you in your darkest hour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was the Light, you would not talk to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was the Light, you would see right through me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was the Light, I would not be able to talk to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was the Light, I would not hear your laughter or see your smiles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was the Light, you would have a shadow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I would hope that you would not lose to that shadow since it is a part of you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I will always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the Light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I cry and laugh for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-5730545764724127871?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/5730545764724127871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-iiif-i-was-light.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/5730545764724127871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/5730545764724127871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-iiif-i-was-light.html' title='December (II)//If I was the Light.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-8731552100343761188</id><published>2009-12-03T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:22:01.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December.'/><title type='text'>December.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;December, December. The end of the year. The coming of a new year. The month when I become one year older.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to be hyped about becoming one year older. But now...meh. So what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always been planning a birthday where I simply stay in my room and sleep and eat but I never end up doing that every year since I started to stop caring about my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get one year older and nothing changes. I'm still stupid, I'm still thinking, I'm still crying. (BOOHOO)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired of everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one needs a loner/sad/emo/depressing person like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And FB calls me again so that nothing changes from the normal life I have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then it's Christmas!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even do anything on that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then it's New Years!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I stay up till midnight watching the countdown on TV and eat Japanese noodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm having fun! YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah...smile again, everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-8731552100343761188?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/8731552100343761188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/8731552100343761188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/8731552100343761188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='December.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-3101995052062312088</id><published>2009-12-02T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:35:37.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am I supposed to...'/><title type='text'>Am I supposed to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Am I supposed to say "Haha, thanks :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or am I supposed to say "You're such a big fat liar. Except you're not fat." ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Am I supposed to say "You make happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or am I supposed to say "You make me sad." ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to say "Hey!!" whenever we pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or am I supposed to look at you and look away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Am I supposed to smile and hope everything's ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or am I supposed to be as blank as ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to listen to love songs and grin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or am I supposed to listen to sad songs and cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Am I supposed to look in the mirror and say "You suck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or am I supposed to look in the mirror and say "You're shit." ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to tell you face to face "I like you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or am I supposed to keep it inside me and hope for Chance to pull my strings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Am I supposed to give up and look back on it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Or am I supposed to take the step forward and make sure something happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&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/8269198600350022512-3101995052062312088?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/3101995052062312088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-supposed-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/3101995052062312088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/3101995052062312088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-supposed-to.html' title='Am I supposed to...'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-4611751111991474796</id><published>2009-11-30T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:02:46.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stay up late with me.'/><title type='text'>Stay up late with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I sense there's something in the wind&lt;br /&gt;It feels like tragedy at hand&lt;br /&gt;And though I'd like to stand by him&lt;br /&gt;Can't shake this feeling that I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst is just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;But does he notice, my feelings for him&lt;br /&gt;And does he see, how much he means to me&lt;br /&gt;I think it's not to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will become of my dear friend?&lt;br /&gt;When will his actions lead us then?&lt;br /&gt;Although I'd like to join the crowd&lt;br /&gt;In their enthusiastic cloud&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may, it doesn't last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will we ever end up together?&lt;br /&gt;Oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will we ever end up together?&lt;br /&gt;No, I think not, it's never to become&lt;br /&gt;For I am not the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Sally's Song (The Nightmare Before Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I haven't eaten all day. But I don't feel like eating anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stress is giving me a headache and my head feels like it's going to burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stress makes me nauseous and you'll see me run into the toilet everytime before an exam starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stress makes me lose my appetite so when I run into the toilet expecting something, nothing ever comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stress makes my hands shake everytime I stand outside the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stress makes my hands shake everytime I write on those papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stress makes me scared and I feel like crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stress makes me dizzy and blank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stress makes me wobbly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can't stand properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Won't someone support me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stay up late with me.&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/8269198600350022512-4611751111991474796?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/4611751111991474796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/stay-up-late-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4611751111991474796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4611751111991474796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/stay-up-late-with-me.html' title='Stay up late with me.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-193567602813603317</id><published>2009-11-29T21:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:08:03.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You know it.'/><title type='text'>You know it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I slept at 3a.m yesterday and I'm as energetic as ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be sleeping late today (or 'early') because I'm afraid of failing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So whenever you need a nice long/short (innocent) conversation please feel free to come to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cannot sleep. Yet. And you know it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you don't have to care. You never did (I'm guessing, but somehow I'm sure), why start now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe I am keeping something precious, yes? Don't worry. It's safe in my hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I am happy. (SMILE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So don't care about me. Don't be bothered by me. Help others before turning your face to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When one conversation doesn't end well between us, don't ever worry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm right here in the same spot and we can have another talk again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might get angry and I (might) get sad. But who cares?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who cares.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I shall not stop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you look at me, I smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you know it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You (fucking) know it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And guess what, I'm a selfish bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm telling (begging) you now, take back your precious treasure. Before I swallow it and you lose it forever (even though I don't want you to).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I shall not, will not sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And tomorrow look at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Expect me to smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I am happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And sleep well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-193567602813603317?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/193567602813603317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/193567602813603317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/193567602813603317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-it.html' title='You know it.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-2071440399004926866</id><published>2009-11-27T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:18:11.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want you to know.'/><title type='text'>I want you to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't like to hear you're crying. Or cried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't like to see you crying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't like to see your trembling hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't like to see you helpless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'll be happy if you showed me your true feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because then I'll feel like I'm close enough to you to see you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's ok. I know I'm not close enough and I know you don't really care about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Hear me laugh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm verbally abused, physically abused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Hear me laugh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when you see me cry I hope you do something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make me happy with false kindness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Show me that you care (when you don't).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And feed me truth that are sweet lies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-2071440399004926866?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/2071440399004926866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-you-to-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2071440399004926866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2071440399004926866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-you-to-know.html' title='I want you to know.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-1427227549478100096</id><published>2009-11-25T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:05:52.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nude.'/><title type='text'>Because you're gorgeous when you're nude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The difference between you and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I share my feelings openly while you keep everything inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel powerless and useless with you but you're my power and you support me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I fear breaking that thread that connects us but if you break it then I don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't care if I cry because I know I can depend on someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even if it leads to me hating myself for being so weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But why would you care, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're not talking to me, even if you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'm an idiot who seems like I'm talking to you, when you don't even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Down here love wasn't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to be for me' - Flyleaf/Missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So why am I trying to pry the truth out of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do I want to be closer to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do I keep thinking something can happen, when you keep me close and push me away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I want to see is You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because you're gorgeous when you're nude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8269198600350022512-1427227549478100096?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/1427227549478100096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-youre-gorgeous-when-youre-nude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/1427227549478100096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/1427227549478100096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-youre-gorgeous-when-youre-nude.html' title='Because you&apos;re gorgeous when you&apos;re nude.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-237752503568102963</id><published>2009-11-22T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:04:55.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You.      Me.'/><title type='text'>You.                       Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you see my smile?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see my tears?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you hurt me, I feel happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I cry, I'm happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I see you, I'm jealous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I see you, I'm angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My legs wobble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My fists clench.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I prefer you to walk a few steps ahead of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I hate it when you walk too fast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's because it looks like I'll never catch up with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I don't want that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though I know that I'm chasing someone who can't be caught.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How many times have I repeatedly told myself to give up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the truth always hurts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I see you walking up the stairs again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes you're in front of me, beside me, behind me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you see me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-237752503568102963?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/237752503568102963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/237752503568102963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/237752503568102963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-me.html' title='You.                       Me.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-909677390883591137</id><published>2009-11-15T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:37:08.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='繋いだ手を離さないで。/ Don&apos;t let go of our hands.'/><title type='text'>繋いだ手を離さないで。/ Don't let go of our hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trust in me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't say sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Because you helped me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are far apart, but we're still connected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have our problems yet we're there for each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And there was no doubt that our help benefited each of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So don't say sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You'll make me sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not crying, I'm not breaking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know you'll be there for me, though not at the right time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But nevertheless you're there and you put me at ease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You're not in the past because we're in the present.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We will be in the future and we must meet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If we met once, we'll meet again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I refuse to let go of the bond we have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're playing a love game and the game of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Without you I wouldn't be able to roll the dice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm too dependent on you and I don't want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But you hold out your hand, expecting me to take it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I'll take it every chance I get because I'm weak and I need help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But you'll never tell me to 'Piss off!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I cry, I only cry because I'm filled with guilt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The guilt of relying on you too much even when it's not necessary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I look up at the sky and ponder alone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know you'll ask me, 'What's wrong?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I didn't tell you then you'd persistently ask me for the answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I tell you a bit, leading to everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was always me who gets help for every single thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But it's never me who gives the help you need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I should say sorry. I should hold out my hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Am I helping you enough?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know you'll tell me it's enough. I know you'll tell me I shouldn't worry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But that makes me more concerned. That makes me more concerned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is for you, you and you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So that you know that I love you loads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even though there are days when I don't tell you much,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even though there will be days when I'll be distant,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just so that you don't feel guilty (because you really did nothing wrong),&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just to let you know, I love you for everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even though you didn't help me yet,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know you will help me later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So please don't say sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't let go of our hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-909677390883591137?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/909677390883591137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-let-go-of-our-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/909677390883591137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/909677390883591137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-let-go-of-our-hands.html' title='繋いだ手を離さないで。/ Don&apos;t let go of our hands.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-4938257749166208546</id><published>2009-11-14T21:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:43:28.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lethargy.'/><title type='text'>The Rain, The Books and The Lethargy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I woke up today in the noon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Oh shit, I gotta study!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took a shower, had breakfast and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to pack my books in a box because I am moving to a new house!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I spent some time on that, &lt;em&gt;even though&lt;/em&gt; I knew I had to study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I studied, for a while. And took breaks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TEEHEE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I took a shower. I went back to studying (economics!) and then my phone started talking to me. I played some songs and after two slow songs, an upbeat song played on and I got up and started to dance and jump around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, my dance were mainly jumping and waving my arms around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it was fun. Until my dad knocked on the door and called me back to reality. 'It's almost time to eat dinner!' He tells me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I have the last few minutes of studying (economics!) and I eat dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now I am using the net, wasting time again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I am SO gonna do bad in my exams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Curse my low will power to study.&lt;br /&gt;BUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBUBU ^3^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-4938257749166208546?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/4938257749166208546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-books-and-lethargy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4938257749166208546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4938257749166208546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-books-and-lethargy.html' title='The Rain, The Books and The Lethargy.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-3086300988842758403</id><published>2009-11-12T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:45:03.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just The Way It Is.'/><title type='text'>Just The Way It Is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why do I imagine my hands bleeding when I walk through the entrance?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why do I wish I could bleed without feeling any pain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And how long will I keep imagining it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know I lost a fight before I tried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And they say, 'He's not worth it', just because he hurt me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So then if every one I like hurts me, they're not worth it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Do you think I &lt;em&gt;deserve&lt;/em&gt; someone better?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How long do I wait, to find someone who &lt;em&gt;deserves &lt;/em&gt;me or who I &lt;em&gt;deserve&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't feed me with lies or hope that won't happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't make me wish, when the star is falling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let me hide and run away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let me laugh while I cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Use me, drag me, carry me like a doll.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Because I know I lost a fight before I tried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;'They're indecisive'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But I don't care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm just letting it go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Because I've really started to learn how to give up before I realize it's given up on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I always take a deep breath before I falter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then I'll smile to cover up the heavy weight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;'What's wrong with you?' I'll be there for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even if you fell for my close friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I sigh, (sigh), it's jealousy taking over me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But she's much too dear for me to lose over you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There're others who are much better than me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's why I don't need to bother confirming that I'm not the one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I'll grow up to be those old ladies with plenty of cats in my home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haha (At least I have my cats).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Won't you laugh too? Because I am (I think).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't force myself to feel sad but it's better to let it out while it's there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Or else I'll have 'eyes like tunnels'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I'll feel a peculiar pain whenever I touch anything. Just like before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But before this I knew he called me a 'bitch' and found me annoying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And there was no choice because I couldn't stop myself, no matter how much I wanted to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It will hurt me when you tell me the worst (in my case) but I'll accept it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm only human. I'm only dumb. I'm only ugly. I'm only fat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;ONLY&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What have you got to lose, when I'm not around?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If I didn't exist, your life wouldn't have changed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't tell me it would, because if I didn't exist you will never know me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then you'll pour sweetness onto me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the next minute you won't care about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's happened before, it'll happen again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then I'll laugh again. Again. Again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I'll hate myself for my insecurity, my lameness and my weakness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I'll hate myself for being too dependent on someone. Anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Because I hate being lonely. And I still haven't felt the feeling of being alone yet not lonely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm switching between my past and my present.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I run away before I hit a dead end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And you're still going to tell me, 'Stop being a retard and cheer up', or 'Stop being a jackass and stop thinking that way'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can I say 'Bullshit'?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't because I just don't want to hurt you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I will always imagine the blood dripping off my fingertips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sid and Nancy had the best time of their life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-3086300988842758403?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/3086300988842758403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-way-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/3086300988842758403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/3086300988842758403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-way-it-is.html' title='Just The Way It Is.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-7798343197116788728</id><published>2009-11-11T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:27:47.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rolling.'/><title type='text'>Rolling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I want to bite into an apple right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sigh everyday. I smile everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I'm tired of suppressing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I should just forget it now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's hard but I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;And nothing is going to change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;At least things are normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I'll just sigh everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-7798343197116788728?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/7798343197116788728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/rolling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7798343197116788728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7798343197116788728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/rolling.html' title='Rolling.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-7654975521332123690</id><published>2009-11-09T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:33:20.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything&apos;s Ok.'/><title type='text'>Everything's Ok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I woke up groggily, sleep deprived, and a headache.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I need to go back to sleep; I need to be free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Life's full of worries and workloads and it's hard to cope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But what's my choice, I have no say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I get into the car and I walk into class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I sit in my usual seat and lay my head on the cool table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Only after an hour or two (of class) I'm energized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I seriously want to go back to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Or sleep under the hot water in my shower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm craving for a bath (in a bathtub) and listen to soft music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The day drags on, I laugh and I smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I'm naughty and playful and work's not on my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I couldn't stand sitting in my seat, I need to jump.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I need to dance, I need to sing, I need to have fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;And the sky darkens and I didn't want it to rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Classes end and I stand under the dark sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I talk with my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I laugh again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It drizzles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's getting heavier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;It's torrential (Am I exaggerating?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I run in the rain and I'm dripping wet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The rain slides down my cheeks like tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;And I feel sad, reasons unknown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm back home and I sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I dream of something nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I wake up and sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everything's Ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-7654975521332123690?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/7654975521332123690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/everythings-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7654975521332123690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7654975521332123690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/everythings-ok.html' title='Everything&apos;s Ok.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-2622147585626558220</id><published>2009-11-07T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:10:02.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We don&apos;t make sense in my mind.'/><title type='text'>We don't make sense in my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So I put my hands up&lt;br /&gt;They're playing my song"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't need a heart when you have mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But you don't need me since you have a heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My mind is like a spiral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One moment I'm positive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The other moment I'm negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wish I could explore the endless universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And fly across space freely, in relaxation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm on the boundary of falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When there're two sides to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't be surprised when I fall down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had a dream that I was falling through the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The fear, the excitement, this is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Be worried when I'm too happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Better yet, don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life's too short for worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give me a smile, come on, show me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You'll put a smile on my face too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"I'm noddin' my head like yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm movin' my hips like yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So why don't we have another party,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you can dance the night away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll join in the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wonder if you realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Left and right aren't touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I stand at the top of the stairs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you find yourself beside me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't, because you're at the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll grab a bite and drink a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't listen to me, no one does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll read your messages and ponder on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll laugh and cry and I'll reply to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do not reply when you don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I appreciate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you realize, we don't make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Left and right aren't touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We do, sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"The DJ plays my song and I feel alright"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-2622147585626558220?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/2622147585626558220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-dont-make-sense-in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2622147585626558220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/2622147585626558220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-dont-make-sense-in-my-mind.html' title='We don&apos;t make sense in my mind.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-4124121293236222802</id><published>2009-11-07T00:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:05:53.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Night.'/><title type='text'>Another Friday night out :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inglorious Basterds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I found it very interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But very gory. Sorry, I don't really review movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, everytime I remember the most painful scenes in the movie, my body is in pain as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But oh my god, the hall was freezing cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I shivered madly halfway through the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Having no jacket to cover me was horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But the jacket wouldn't have made much difference though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cold, Cold, Cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yet after leaving the movie hall I suddenly became hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hot, Hot, Hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Like having a fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't understand my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;There's never a day when I don't end up having a high body temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Only to return to normal after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And then becoming hot again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I just need the cold wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;When that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But I really hate it when it happens because it's really uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I feel really lethargic, sleepy and annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't have any mood to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I just feel like going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But in the end I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In the end I went to watch Inglorious Basterds.&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/8269198600350022512-4124121293236222802?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/4124121293236222802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-friday-night-out-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4124121293236222802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4124121293236222802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-friday-night-out-3.html' title='Another Friday night out :3'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-5818471831209984157</id><published>2009-11-04T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:54:28.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcohol on Blisters.'/><title type='text'>Alcohol on Blisters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm really tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm still waiting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I'm trying to forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really shouldn't have done that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SHITFUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Sorry, I couldn't help it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Walked around in flats but I still got blisters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Poured alcohol (ethanol?) on blisters and they sting like hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ended up crying more than I thought, but I guess it was because of more than just the blisters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nah, I didn't cry for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I feel too &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dead &lt;/span&gt;to cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No, I will definitely wait &amp;amp; see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I will forget that dream of&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; bliss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Besides, memories are better without me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-5818471831209984157?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/5818471831209984157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/alcohol-on-blisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/5818471831209984157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/5818471831209984157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/11/alcohol-on-blisters.html' title='Alcohol on Blisters.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-4825938890884706485</id><published>2009-11-02T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:24:19.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='甘い。'/><title type='text'>甘い。</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"So what if it hurts me? So what if I break down?" -- Leona Lewis/Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Kiss my lips and maybe you can take me to your world for now...I can't be alone right now" -- Olivia/Winter Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Oh, won't you walk through? And burst in the door and take me away?" -- Katy Perry/Thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Let's play a love game, play a love game" -- Lady Gaga/Love Game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"I'm here waiting for you, 風に吹かれ一人迷っても” -- Olivia/a little pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"So if you have a minute why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know" -- Keane/Somewhere Only We Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"My stomach screams just when I look at you" -- Demi Lovato/Catch Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"降り続く現実に傘などない" -- Stereopony/泪のムコウ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I'm not gonna write you a love song' -- Sara Bareilles/Love Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Just get back up when it knocks you down" -- Keri Hilson/Knocks You Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"心は戦場だから誰にも救えない" -- The Back Horn/罠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But for now just come here, let me whisper in your ear" -- Madonna/Celebration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone" -- Sara Bareilles/Gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"We're gonna lose control" -- Pixie Lott/Boys and Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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title='甘い。'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-3751892175532011975</id><published>2009-10-29T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:21:48.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='キミに胸キュン。'/><title type='text'>キミ．に．ムネ．キュン．</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahahahaha.                                                            I've got a feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha.                                                                    Tonight's not that good of a night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahahahaha.                                                             But its gonna be a good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha.                                                                            Random. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;キミに胸キュン。&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/8269198600350022512-3751892175532011975?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/3751892175532011975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The more I like you, the more you hate me&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's going to happen that way, I'm sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason why you don't hate me now is because you don't know anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've thought about it yesterday, today and I will think about it tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because there is no.way that it's going to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really wish that you would...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-1484031433123158744?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/1484031433123158744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/sighsighsighsigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/1484031433123158744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/1484031433123158744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/sighsighsighsigh.html' title='Sigh.SIgh.SIGh.SIGH.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-6571096715393009471</id><published>2009-10-19T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:17:01.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Let It All Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Friends - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; having friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm starting to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are my friends as &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;close &lt;/span&gt;as I thought they are?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I'll &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;accept everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;always just laughing&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/8269198600350022512-6571096715393009471?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/6571096715393009471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-all-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/6571096715393009471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/6571096715393009471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-it-all-out.html' title='Let It All Out.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-668335461332873565</id><published>2009-10-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:58:25.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Change. But-</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I changed my blog template! :3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 'me' right now still prefers to simply look at the person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And when I think of taking a step forward to just say "Hi." I stop and give up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's the point of liking someone now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't deserve it. No one deserves to like a person like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I decided to stop doing anything that would have myself end up liking anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I still have dreams of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I know I still can't stop looking at him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why. Why. I hate myself. I want to cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-668335461332873565?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/668335461332873565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/change-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/668335461332873565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/668335461332873565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/change-but.html' title='Change. But-'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-4369836842903294280</id><published>2009-10-11T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:58:24.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream.'/><title type='text'>Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; takes me in his arms and I sit on his lap. But the person sitting on another chair; it's also &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look at the two of them. They're both the same person. Then why are there &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;two of them&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am suddenly caged in by his arms. The other sitting near us gets up. He looks at me and he says, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"That's only a shell. I'm leaving my shell with you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He walks away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I reach out my hand to him and my voice doesn't reach him. As he walks away, the shell holds me tighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And then I wake up.&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/8269198600350022512-4369836842903294280?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/4369836842903294280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4369836842903294280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4369836842903294280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream.html' title='Dream.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-7056401050099699492</id><published>2009-10-08T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:54:21.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Can&apos;t I?'/><title type='text'>Why Can't I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why Can't I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Laugh whenever I want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cry whenever I want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Be angry whenever I should,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Say something when I could,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Be the way I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why Can't I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like the person I want to, even if I don't know him (not even his name) and just find him cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's not like he'll look at me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Besides, there's plenty of other girls way better than me anyway. I have no doubt about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Smarter, Cuter, Prettier, Funnier, and more Interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All those girls are Out There. Better than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So Why Can't I?&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/8269198600350022512-7056401050099699492?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/7056401050099699492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-cant-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7056401050099699492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7056401050099699492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-cant-i.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I....'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-4467777538762001795</id><published>2009-10-05T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:49:19.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skip Beat Manga　少女マンガ．．．バンザイ！'/><title type='text'>少女マンガ．．．バンザイ！</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.yai.bz/assets/31/995/l_p1014399531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 720px;" src="http://i.yai.bz/assets/31/995/l_p1014399531.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish the picture was smaller but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[Shoujo manga...BANZAI!] = [Comics (for girls)...BANZAI!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why do I say this? Because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I just read Skip Beat!! YAYYYYYY!! &lt;br /&gt;I love Skip Beat, it's one of my favourite manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But like usual shoujo manga, when you think the guy is about to kiss the girl, he doesn't. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;But still, it was awesome!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ok, story goes like this: There's a girl, Mogami Kyoko. She aims to be a top actress to beat her childhood friend, Fuwa Shou because he played with her heart. She meets a famous actor named Tsuruga Ren, who later falls in love with her. And a love triangle happens. Sort of love triangle. But I love the story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I couldn't help but to post about a manga. I love  manga.&lt;/span&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/8269198600350022512-4467777538762001795?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/4467777538762001795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4467777538762001795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4467777538762001795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='少女マンガ．．．バンザイ！'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-7159615951787099310</id><published>2009-10-03T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:37:56.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs HEY FCUK YOU Can&apos;t You Stop'/><title type='text'>A (....) productive Saturday night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was bored just now and so I changed the lyrics to 1234 by Plain White T's. I have nothing against them. I just did this for fun. And I changed the song name to HEY FCUK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY FCUK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You gave me more hatred than I ever had&lt;br /&gt;You pushed me down the drain while I cried so bad&lt;br /&gt;Insult me like a pig even when I treat you nice&lt;br /&gt;I turn so pale when I see you pass&lt;br /&gt;I get so mad&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna kill you&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be thrown into jail if I do&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;There's only&lt;br /&gt;ONE thing&lt;br /&gt;TWO do&lt;br /&gt;THREE words&lt;br /&gt;FOUR you&lt;br /&gt;HEY FCUK YOU&lt;br /&gt;There's only&lt;br /&gt;ONE thing&lt;br /&gt;TWO say&lt;br /&gt;Those THREE words&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll do...&lt;br /&gt;HEY FCUK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're a glutton and you are so fat&lt;br /&gt;There's no one in the world that is as bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you you're gonna burst before you turn 20&lt;br /&gt;You think you look so hot until you pop a button&lt;br /&gt;I laugh so hard&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I saw that&lt;br /&gt; I gotta tell everyone about that&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;There's only&lt;br /&gt;ONE thing&lt;br /&gt;TWO do&lt;br /&gt;THREE words&lt;br /&gt; FOUR you&lt;br /&gt;HEY FCUK YOU&lt;br /&gt;There's only&lt;br /&gt;ONE thing&lt;br /&gt;TWO do&lt;br /&gt;THREE words&lt;br /&gt;FOUR you&lt;br /&gt;HEY FCUK YOU&lt;br /&gt;HEY FCUK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy &lt;br /&gt;It's easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;There's only&lt;br /&gt;ONE thing&lt;br /&gt;TWO do&lt;br /&gt;THREE words&lt;br /&gt;FOUR you&lt;br /&gt;HEY FCUK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus is the same, so I didn't want to keep writing out the same thing over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I changed the lyrics to Poker Face by Lady GaGa. I don't have anything against her too. I love her songs. I changed the song name to Can't You Stop. But I'm not gonna post it. LOL.&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/8269198600350022512-7159615951787099310?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/7159615951787099310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/productive-saturday-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7159615951787099310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/7159615951787099310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/productive-saturday-night.html' title='A (....) productive Saturday night.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-5361011679963588853</id><published>2009-10-01T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:09:01.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHIN My Cat I LOVE SHIN'/><title type='text'>I LOVE SHIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cat's name is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIN&lt;/span&gt; is a stray cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; hates me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Does that remind you of those reading books you used to learn when you were in kindergarten? Those Jack and Jane books where they talk in third person sometimes (even when they're talking about themselves).&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/8269198600350022512-5361011679963588853?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/5361011679963588853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-shin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/5361011679963588853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/5361011679963588853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-shin.html' title='I LOVE SHIN.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-3305168621104504322</id><published>2009-09-28T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:30:47.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirror Image ~Saera.'/><title type='text'>Mirror Image.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just as the title says, I'm looking at my reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Figuratively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But let's get back to that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today was the day I return to college from two weeks of holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;NOOOOOOOO. UGHSOUNFAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today...I took some pictures. I tried camwhoring. Sadly, my eyes were blinded by the flash of my camera and my eyes went small (like smaller than how they are now, because I'm Japanese and my eyes are small).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I ate fried noodles while studying Law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I would have loved to post the pictures here but because my net is a retard I apparently cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, back to my reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;FYI, I only stand in front of the mirror to check how I look, and not look at myself and literally contemplate about myself. And I don't strike poses. (....lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, as I was saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I like to see couples. I like to see them because they're always full of love and I think about what nice things love can bring. And that it must feel so nice to be with someone you really like and feel comfortable and be loved (by a person besides your parents).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;At the same time, I feel so envious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I totally hate that, because in my opinion I don't deserve feeling envy for something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The truth is, when I actually do feel something for a person and the person talks to another girl I feel jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yes, in my opinion I don't deserve to feel envy for something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why or how should I be feeling envy, when I know that if I were to like someone, it would stop (like a switch) and I would lose all those feelings for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It just wasn't fair. And I can't blame anyone for feeling this way, because it's my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have to say, my emotions are too much for me to bear. At least the negative emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Because I would always welcome positive emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After all, if I lived in happiness and joy all day, then I wouldn't have to feel that awful heavy weight on my heart and that tightening of my stomach into knots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Or feel like I was drowning in water when I can always get back to the surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why do I have to get back to the surface?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why couldn't I just let myself drown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Probably because it's not something in my character to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I'm not at the stage of wearing a mask...yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Or maybe because I was too scared to drown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How sad. I wish I could. I probably would have stopped myself from making this blog if I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I'm not regretting making this blog. And I feel better writing this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But today, once again, there was a heavy weight on my heart and the tightening of my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And my feelings were running wild inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I was glad I stayed as passive as ever while I kept that all inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~Saera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269198600350022512-3305168621104504322?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/3305168621104504322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-image.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/3305168621104504322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/3305168621104504322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-image.html' title='Mirror Image.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269198600350022512.post-4854156017992580832</id><published>2009-09-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:11:22.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Realizing Myself'/><title type='text'>Me: Realizing Myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For one night, as I lay on my bed (well not really a bed...) I started to think about life generally and most significantly on my feelings...towards somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Experiencing love is something that, although it can be very painful, something good or something worthwhile. If no one ever experienced it at least once or at least a small bit of love for someone, I would say...that's weird. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've experienced my share of happy, sad and bittersweet moments of love. Although it may not be as strong or as big as others and maybe not as long as others, it still happened, and I have to say it affected me. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I know I have been hurt and I have hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've entered college. I've met new people. I've seen new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, not many attractive guys. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there are a few. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But none who I can have feelings for, as much as I wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I really did want to. At least a teaspoon of those feelings of liking someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those bittersweet, happy feelings you get when the person talks to you or walks by you. Even though you know there's a high chance it's not going to work out between you two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's strange. But I am strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime I think of someone who I could start to like (as more than as a friend), I stop, just like a machine being switched off. Why do I stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because everytime I think of that someone my stomach tightens painfully and my heart feels like its stuck in a cage that I can't be free from. It hurts, almost as if I can't breathe and my heart is heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I drew how I felt onto a piece of paper I would just colour it black, because really, I felt like I was in the dark everytime I felt that heavy weight on my heart and that painful tightening of my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first, I had no idea why I felt that way everytime I think of liking someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now, I realized after thinking about it for an hour (or what seemed like an hour) that I was scared of experiencing it again, even though I wanted to experience it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Saera.&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/8269198600350022512-4854156017992580832?l=connection-collection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/feeds/4854156017992580832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-realizing-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4854156017992580832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269198600350022512/posts/default/4854156017992580832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connection-collection.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-realizing-myself.html' title='Me: Realizing Myself.'/><author><name>H,Saera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670442639161968157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
