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  <title>Chicara Tamura's lyrics</title>
  <subtitle>from an as-yet-untitled album</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Chicara Tamura</name>
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  <updated>2009-06-04T14:18:03Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chicaratamura:3806</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Grimm Question</title>
    <published>2009-06-04T14:18:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-04T14:18:03Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was your favorite fairy tale as a child? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_wolfy284' lj:user='wolfy284' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://wolfy284.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://wolfy284.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;wolfy284&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=930'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=930"&gt;View 503 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Ash Girl - Timberlake Wertenbaker's retelling of Cinderella.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, thank you LJ! More specifically, thanks to those of you who named more obscure stories, I'm really enjoying reading them all. My favourite as a child would have to be The Snow Queen, but in my early teens I came across The Ash Girl and I loved it so much I had to buy a copy. I have a teen-dance-movie-style retelling of it all plotted out - I went a bit crazy and made a male protagonist, and an institution for a prince - and I'm working on something similar (but darker) for the Snow Queen at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think my favourite fairytale, in a few years' time, will be the one I'm in at the moment :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chicaratamura:3560</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Strange Conversations</title>
    <published>2009-04-18T11:57:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-18T11:57:41Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the best conversation you've ever had with a stranger—on a bus, in an elevator, at a cafe, etc.? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=867'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=867"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it had to be in Christmas 2003 while in the queue for Andy Serkis's autograph... or maybe (though it wasn't a real conversation) the voicemail message I got that said she's had an accident and her brother didn't survive... I didn't recognise the voice so I ignored it and heard no more, but I always thought it'd make a great start to a novel, this traumatised girl phoning a stranger whom she thought was a long-lost friend and spilling her heart out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I love the idea of chance meetings. Hence I'm refreshing the answer-page like mad, trying to get ideas for plotlines. Thanks so much LJ for asking this question.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chicaratamura:3205</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Seven Days</title>
    <published>2009-04-07T16:39:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-07T16:39:07Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which day of the week do you least look forward to? And which one do you most anticipate?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=850'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=850"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me, i always used to love thursday! remember senior choir? (and biology in the afternoon, or 4 hours with the 107 crew... good times!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i just look forward to whichever day i have designated as my going-out day. so like the weekend of a 6-day week.</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: No Foolin'</title>
    <published>2009-04-01T15:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-01T15:24:53Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the best &lt;a href="http://news.livejournal.com/114430.html"&gt;April Fool's&lt;/a&gt; joke you've seen today? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=839'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=839"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look forward to "creative news story day", but nothing's made me laugh so far :( maybe now that the Americans are up, someone will write a good hoax article...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chicaratamura:2794</id>
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    <title>Unexpectedly</title>
    <published>2009-03-31T16:15:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-31T16:15:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;For people in the know, this is related to the last post (made official today), but exaggerated and romanticised as usual. Probably not as good as my usual ones cos it's been a looooong time since I last wrote and I'm really out of practice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been chasing stars&lt;br /&gt;Going after dreams that cannot be&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much when you try so hard&lt;br /&gt;Can't help crying every time I don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;Got used to hearing no after no&lt;br /&gt;Was convinced nobody wanted me&lt;br /&gt;Is this how my life's gonna go&lt;br /&gt;Then came a day I thought I never would see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I don't have to run no more&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, you open the door&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand and say, let's get out of this place&lt;br /&gt;I can't move cos I'm in awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever felt so happy&lt;br /&gt;Till you caught me unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;Now my life's turning one-eighty&lt;br /&gt;And I finally see what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;You set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lake in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;Every day with you was so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Had to blink, had to pinch my hand&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned and afraid of how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Such a contrast from all I've known&lt;br /&gt;These light shoulders alien to me&lt;br /&gt;Been so long since my sun last shone&lt;br /&gt;But magically you gave it all back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can forget what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, you open the door&lt;br /&gt;You tell me with a sigh, it's time to dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Drop your burden to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever felt so happy&lt;br /&gt;Till you caught me unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;Now my life's turning one-eighty&lt;br /&gt;And I finally see what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;You set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this not a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;How could this be really happening to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an ordinary girl&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone give me their world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever felt so happy&lt;br /&gt;Till you caught me unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;Now my life's turning one-eighty&lt;br /&gt;And I finally see&lt;br /&gt;You set me free</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Caution, Meet Wind</title>
    <published>2009-03-21T09:37:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-21T09:37:10Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;When was the last time you threw caution to the winds? And what were the consequences? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=824'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=824"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, right now? deciding to live 1/3 of the world away from everyone i know, for the next 4 or 5 years.</content>
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    <title>Feeling Bad</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T22:11:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T22:11:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Wrote this in an hour one night while working on coursework. It seemed to fit Sunday's RG final, the way I knew that, no matter what I tried, I couldn't finish it. Let me stress again that it was written two months ago, so any resemblance to the final is coincedental.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't cried like this for a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;Haven't felt so bad in years&lt;br /&gt;My nose is red, my eyes are stinging&lt;br /&gt;From the constant drying of my tears&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could go back to how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;I had troubles then, but now they look so easy&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I couldn't sort out in a day&lt;br /&gt;Not like now, about to spend another night awake&lt;br /&gt;I says I'll think of something tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But all my ideas have failed, turned out hollow&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking something's there, but when I look closer&lt;br /&gt;It's just a dead end, over and over&lt;br /&gt;And what progress I made falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Every step is useless, takes me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to carry on anymore&lt;br /&gt;Can't bear the thought of another day like the one before&lt;br /&gt;This problem that I can't fix, it's all over me,&lt;br /&gt;I stare at it, forget to eat, it's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me what I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me cos I don't think I ever will&lt;br /&gt;And then it'll be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped in a dark deep well&lt;br /&gt;Sitting, waiting for the knell&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the happy days I had&lt;br /&gt;When I didn't know the meaning of feeling bad</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chicaratamura:531</id>
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    <title>What happened</title>
    <published>2007-01-18T22:46:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-18T22:48:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Started in late April 06, finished in Jan 07. A mixture of many different ideas, as usual&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I used to be so strong&lt;br&gt;
When I broke up with a boy, I'd move on&lt;br&gt;
Forgot about him the next day&lt;br&gt;
But with you I just don't feel that way&lt;br&gt;
I try to drive you out my mind&lt;br&gt;
Or think about how we fight all the time&lt;br&gt;
But I can't get myself to hate you&lt;br&gt;
You pull me back with every little thing you do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;

What happened to me&lt;br&gt;
I'm not who I used to be&lt;br&gt;
I barely recognise the girl I see in the mirror&lt;br&gt;
What happened to me&lt;br&gt;
I'm stuck in this same sad story&lt;br&gt;
So desperate to end it differently&lt;br&gt;
Where is the girl I used to know&lt;br&gt;
I need her now to show me where to go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;

I only cared for myself&lt;br&gt;
I learnt you can't give way to everyone else&lt;br&gt;
No more missy super nice girl&lt;br&gt;
Cos I gotta be ruthless with the world&lt;br&gt;
Now all those walls have come loose&lt;br&gt;
You're making me suddenly all confused&lt;br&gt;
Why is my mind lost in so much doubt&lt;br&gt;
Never before have all these tears been pouring out&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;

What happened to me&lt;br&gt;
I'm not who I used to be&lt;br&gt;
I barely recognise the girl I see in the mirror&lt;br&gt;
What happened to me&lt;br&gt;
I'm stuck in this same sad story&lt;br&gt;
So desperate to end it differently&lt;br&gt;
Where is the girl I used to know&lt;br&gt;
I need her now to show me where to go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;

What is it about you&lt;br&gt;
You could do what none of them guys could do&lt;br&gt;
Are we destined to be&lt;br&gt;
The more I think the more I need next to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;

What happened to me&lt;br&gt;
I'm not who I used to be&lt;br&gt;
I barely recognise the girl I see in the mirror&lt;br&gt;
What happened to me&lt;br&gt;
I'm stuck in this same sad story&lt;br&gt;
So desperate to end it differently&lt;br&gt;
Where is the girl I used to know&lt;br&gt;
I need her now to show me where to go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Destiny</title>
    <published>2007-01-18T22:44:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-18T22:47:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;This is probably the worst song on the album (or lyrics collection, since I don't write music). Also the first one I wrote on this album, roundabout beginning of March 06.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Since I set my heart on this goal&lt;br&gt;
Since I stepped out the door on that first day&lt;br&gt;
From the moment I saw the road&lt;br&gt;
I know it could happen no other way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

As if someone wrote our story&lt;br&gt;
And we're walking blindly through the parts&lt;br&gt;
We're trapped in his slow motion movie&lt;br&gt;
That's how it seems to my heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;

Do you feel the power of destiny&lt;br&gt;
Can you hear the voice calling you and me&lt;br&gt;
I am drawn to you, no matter what I do&lt;br&gt;
Baby I believe this is meant to be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;

Like comets on a collision course&lt;br&gt;
We are hurtling towards the unstoppable&lt;br&gt;
Like bullet trains on tracks that cross&lt;br&gt;
Each moment brings us closer to the inevitable&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

As if someone wrote our story&lt;br&gt;
Not a thing we do can change the end&lt;br&gt;
We're trapped in his slow motion movie&lt;br&gt;
The only question is when&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;

Do you feel the power of destiny&lt;br&gt;
Can you hear the voice calling you and me&lt;br&gt;
I am drawn to you, no matter what I do&lt;br&gt;
Baby I believe this is meant to be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;

I'm telling you&lt;br&gt;
It's scripted in the stars&lt;br&gt;
Set in stone since the start of the age&lt;br&gt;
Though our meeting might seem far&lt;br&gt;
Our paths are marked and cannot be changed&lt;br&gt;

Do you feel the power of destiny&lt;br&gt;
Can you hear the voice calling you and me&lt;br&gt;
I am drawn to you, no matter what I do&lt;br&gt;
Baby I believe this is meant to be&lt;br&gt;
Baby I believe this is meant to be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;</content>
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