<?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-2560815354733459950</id><updated>2012-01-27T06:58:25.947-08:00</updated><category term='pitbull'/><category term='women'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='sad'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='afraid'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='personal'/><category term='his hot'/><category term='random'/><category term='blue highlight'/><category term='quote'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='him'/><category term='cheat'/><category term='hair'/><category term='life'/><category term='you'/><category term='truth'/><category term='memories'/><category term='forgive and forget'/><category term='tips'/><category term='disappointed'/><category term='god'/><category term='emo'/><category term='joke'/><category term='anger'/><category term='confused'/><category term='spm timetable 2010'/><category term='love'/><category term='shrek 3'/><title type='text'>Unstoppable Danger.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-3377199150807005374</id><published>2010-10-19T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T05:24:07.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fate brings you together,but its still up to you to make it happen.We may meet someone by chance,but keeping that someone is still a choice.&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/2560815354733459950-3377199150807005374?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3377199150807005374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=3377199150807005374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3377199150807005374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3377199150807005374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/fate-brings-you-togetherbut-its-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7153560985853077191</id><published>2010-07-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T07:38:49.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry, yet I'm still in love with you and I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Maybe he was right. Maybe I did get my hopes up too high. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe I am the stupid one for ever thinking that you loved me, but maybe, just maybe, I am tired of being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TFGRyGj0_gI/AAAAAAAAAhU/-PIgp9KZIW8/s400/love+love.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499336909936459266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7153560985853077191?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7153560985853077191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7153560985853077191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7153560985853077191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7153560985853077191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-one-who-broke-my-heart-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TFGRyGj0_gI/AAAAAAAAAhU/-PIgp9KZIW8/s72-c/love+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8364156835471950321</id><published>2010-07-29T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:20:22.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Hi, Mommy. I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few weeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! ...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after, and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I do. It wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I don't like it, Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you're so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't know why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good person, I think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do that when you're awake, any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something's going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don't you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I want you to love me again! I'm really really really sorry if I did something wrong. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every abortion is just…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more heart that was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Two more eyes that will never see.&lt;br /&gt;Two more hands that will never touch.&lt;br /&gt;Two more legs that will never run.&lt;br /&gt;One more mouth that will never speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TFF_zCFzVAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/AIKkEz9cq4s/s1600/abortion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TFF_zCFzVAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/AIKkEz9cq4s/s400/abortion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499317134707348482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-8364156835471950321?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8364156835471950321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=8364156835471950321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8364156835471950321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8364156835471950321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TFF_zCFzVAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/AIKkEz9cq4s/s72-c/abortion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7699956620472432086</id><published>2010-07-20T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:24:26.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>- finding you musical soulmate&lt;div&gt;- when he smiles at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- spinning around in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- unexpected texts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- finding something thought you'd lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- feeling pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- winning an argument &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- getting letters in the mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- noticing something you never had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- slipping on your new pair of shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cheering someone up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- knowing that everything will be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7699956620472432086?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7699956620472432086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7699956620472432086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7699956620472432086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7699956620472432086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-6972182575488713222</id><published>2010-07-20T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:15:40.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate that feeling when you're about to cry and someone asks you if theres anything wrong or to cheer you up and you try to smile but you just physically can't do it and eventually the effort of trying to smile for this one person has the tears spilling over.It makes me feel so defeated by life when I can't find the strength to smile in those moments.&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/2560815354733459950-6972182575488713222?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6972182575488713222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=6972182575488713222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6972182575488713222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6972182575488713222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-that-feeling-when-youre-about-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-3627904971896689114</id><published>2010-07-19T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T07:56:55.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to start living my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’m tired of feeling chained down by the internet, by text messages, by the television, by other people.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run and keep running and keep running until I end up in a place where I can breathe God in and never have worry about forgetting when it’s time to exhale.&lt;br /&gt;I want bare feet and promises that never get taken back. I want to hear things that are said from the depth of truth, not from impulse or emotion.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be wrapped in a hug and know that I was made for them. I want swing-sets and cliff-diving. I want bonfires and the feeling of family that I’ve been missing my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;I want this awful aching feeling in my chest to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be sure of something for once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop questioning evrything people say to me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to lose my attachment to this world.&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop getting my heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-size: large; "&gt;I woke up feeling like this, missing everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-3627904971896689114?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3627904971896689114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Melayu 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tuesday 23/11/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 9:45 AM&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Inggeris 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - 12:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Inggeris 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Wednesday 24/11/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 9:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - 12:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Thursday 25/11/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 9:15 AM&lt;br /&gt;Math 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - 12:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Math 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Monday 29/11/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 10:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;Moral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tuesday 30/11/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 10:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;Add Math 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00-4:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Add Math 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Wednasday 1/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 9:15 AM&lt;br /&gt;Science 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 9:15 AM&lt;br /&gt;Physics 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - 12:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Science 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - 12:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Physics 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 - 3:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Physics 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Thursday 2/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 9:15AM&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - 12:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 - 3:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Monday 6/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 9:15 AM&lt;br /&gt;Perdagangan 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 9:15 AM&lt;br /&gt;Biology 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - 12:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Perdagangan 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - 12:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Biology 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 - 3:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Biology 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Wednesday 8/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15 - 12:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Accounts 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 - 4:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;Accounts 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Thursday 9/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 - 5:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Seni Visual 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Monday 13/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 10:15 AM&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Cina 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15 - 1:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Cina 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 - 4:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Geografi 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Tuesday 14/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 - 3.15 PM&lt;br /&gt;Geografi 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-4253801809580831077?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Promise this one you’ll save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gotta lock it, in your pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Taking this one to the grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I show you, then I know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Won’t tell what I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;‘Cause two can keep a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;If one of them is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-6354190927382512926?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6354190927382512926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=6354190927382512926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6354190927382512926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6354190927382512926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/got-secret-can-you-keep-it-promise-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8330971127439666920</id><published>2010-07-13T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:44:32.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/2560815354733459950-8330971127439666920?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8330971127439666920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=8330971127439666920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8330971127439666920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8330971127439666920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-he-could-learn-to-love-another-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-5601877886759554955</id><published>2010-07-12T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:29:50.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TDsmZZ1Q21I/AAAAAAAAAhE/0XFEougA98M/s1600/Lempicka_dormeuse.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TDsmZZ1Q21I/AAAAAAAAAhE/0XFEougA98M/s400/Lempicka_dormeuse.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493026388381326162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TDsf9KTuRXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/pIyYYfIA_xk/s400/HAIRCUT+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493019306108011890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TDsf8gmTrZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LQFDck9pQtw/s1600/HAIRCUT+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TDsf8gmTrZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LQFDck9pQtw/s400/HAIRCUT+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493019294911671698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or this ????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I prefer the 1st one actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2560815354733459950-6759176465461800595?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6759176465461800595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=6759176465461800595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6759176465461800595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6759176465461800595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TDsf9KTuRXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/pIyYYfIA_xk/s72-c/HAIRCUT+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-2834579488654930751</id><published>2010-07-12T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T02:48:38.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(142, 142, 142);   line-height: 20px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;“You weren’t created to be a failure. Sure some things may not have worked out and there have been some disappointments. But all these things helped guide you in a direction that was meant for you. Your life has purpose and significance. Try to be patient if it isn’t all crystal clear just yet. For now, just know that you weren’t created to fail.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-2834579488654930751?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2834579488654930751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=2834579488654930751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2834579488654930751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2834579488654930751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-werent-created-to-be-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-4046538998970447688</id><published>2010-07-12T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:25:51.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Students sitting for the SPM examination is analogous to a cow, as this examination assesses the ability of students to swallow and regurgitate information. Subjects can be easily passed by memorizing the entire textbook without actually understanding anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;While other international examinations are increasing in standard every year, the SPM examination has shown a steady decline compared from 70s and 80s until today. The reason is simple, if the standard is lowered, more students (read: Malays) will be able to score As, this would appear as if Malaysians are getting smarter every year, credits to the government for this ingenious plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;For example, take a look at actual questions for SPM Math:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;1960s - The equation 3x^2+px+120=0, where p &gt;0 has roots α and β. α-β=3. Evaluate the value of p and (αβ)^2. Hence, calculate the third derivative of y=3x^2+px+120.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;1980s - The quadratic equation x^2+px+q=0 has roots -2 and 6. Find the value of (p+q), hence, form a quadratic equation with roots p, q&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;2000s - A quadratic equation has the roots 2 and 3. State the sum of 2 and 3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;2020 - If the number 2 is a color, would you like that color? Why?&lt;/p&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/2560815354733459950-4046538998970447688?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4046538998970447688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4046538998970447688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4046538998970447688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4046538998970447688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/students-sitting-for-spm-examination-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-3557898449727102248</id><published>2010-07-11T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T05:13:42.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“I saw you today. I realized how far apart we’ve grown. I know I should ask you how you’re doing, but I can’t. I wish I could. It occurred to me that we’re strangers now. You don’t know me anymore, much less want to. Everything is so different now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-3557898449727102248?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3557898449727102248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=3557898449727102248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3557898449727102248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3557898449727102248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-saw-you-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-3796168272898788705</id><published>2010-07-07T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:43:46.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Then, without warning, we both straightened up, turned towards each other, and began to kiss. After that, it is difficult for me to speak of what happened. Such things have little to do with words, so little, in fact, that it seems almost pointless to try to express them. If anything, I would say we were falling into each other, that we were falling so fast and so far that nothing could catch us. Again, I lapse into metaphor. But that is probably beside the point. For whether or not I can talk about it does not change the truth of what happened. The fact is, there never was such a kiss, and in all my life I doubt there can ever be such a kiss again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;i&gt;The New York Trilogy&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Paul Auster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-3796168272898788705?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3796168272898788705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=3796168272898788705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3796168272898788705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3796168272898788705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/then-without-warning-we-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7767982549277565279</id><published>2010-07-02T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:30:37.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; "&gt;There's a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything,but it's not giving up.It's realizing that you don't need certain people and their crap.&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/2560815354733459950-7767982549277565279?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7767982549277565279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7767982549277565279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7767982549277565279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7767982549277565279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/theres-point-in-life-when-you-get-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-6257009101256694775</id><published>2010-06-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:16:38.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inside every women's heart is a girl &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;who dreams of a prince charming.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe not the perfect one she imagined&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;when she was a kid,but someone who&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;can appreciate and love her for who&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she truly is and sweep her of her feet.&lt;/i&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/2560815354733459950-6257009101256694775?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6257009101256694775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=6257009101256694775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6257009101256694775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6257009101256694775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/inside-every-womens-heart-is-girl-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8804769200844906421</id><published>2010-06-09T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:15:54.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“What is the real good?”&lt;br /&gt;I ask in a musing mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Order,” said the law court;&lt;br /&gt;“Knowledge,” said the school;&lt;br /&gt;“Truth,” said the wise man;&lt;br /&gt;“Pleasure,” said the fool;&lt;br /&gt;“Love,” said the maiden;&lt;br /&gt;“Beauty,” said the page;&lt;br /&gt;“Freedom,” said the dreamer;&lt;br /&gt;“Home,” said the sage;&lt;br /&gt;“Fame,” said the soldier;&lt;br /&gt;“Equity,” said the seer.&lt;br /&gt;Spake my heart fully sad:&lt;br /&gt;“The answer is not here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then within my bosom,&lt;br /&gt;Softly this I heard:&lt;br /&gt;“Each heart holds the secret:&lt;br /&gt;‘Kindness’ is the word.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;John Boyle O’Reilly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-8804769200844906421?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8804769200844906421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7951269892173326870</id><published>2010-06-08T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:45:43.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TA53QLCz6UI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xSagyub0AFo/s1600/tumblr_l3mu65VDRe1qzg3f8o1_r1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TA53QLCz6UI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xSagyub0AFo/s400/tumblr_l3mu65VDRe1qzg3f8o1_r1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480448916282665282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish daddy could watch Toy Story 3 with me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7951269892173326870?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7951269892173326870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7951269892173326870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7951269892173326870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7951269892173326870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wish-daddy-could-watch-toy-story-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/TA53QLCz6UI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xSagyub0AFo/s72-c/tumblr_l3mu65VDRe1qzg3f8o1_r1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7845009102535272658</id><published>2010-06-08T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:47:03.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though an army may encamp against me, My heart shall not fear; Though war may rise against me,In this I will be confident. For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His pavilion; In the secret place of His tabernacle He shall hide me; He shall set me high upon a rock. I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord. Be of good courage, and He will strengthen your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Psalm 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7845009102535272658?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7845009102535272658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7845009102535272658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7845009102535272658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7845009102535272658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/though-army-may-encamp-against-me-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-6001364343946542961</id><published>2010-06-04T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:47:48.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>One of those facebook group I recently came across with.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;No I havent met Mr.Right yet but I have met Mr.Fake,Mr.Rude and Mr.Player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2560815354733459950-6001364343946542961?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6001364343946542961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=6001364343946542961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6001364343946542961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6001364343946542961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-of-those-facebook-group-i-recently.html' title='One of those facebook group I recently came across with.'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-1766008356338992975</id><published>2010-05-31T08:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:48:09.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I seriously need to go for anger management classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-1766008356338992975?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1766008356338992975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=1766008356338992975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1766008356338992975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1766008356338992975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-seriously-need-to-go-for-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-6654874302995689367</id><published>2010-05-29T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:48:54.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>10 Excuses To Use When Caught Napping at Your Desk.</title><content type='html'>1. ........ in the Lord Jesus' name,Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They told me at the blood bank this might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Damn ! Why did you interrupt me ? I had almost worked out a solution to our biggest problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was doing yoga exercises to relieve work-related stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Someone must've put decaf in the wrong pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was testing my keyboard for drool resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This is just 15 minute powernap,as described in that time management course you sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I wasn't sleeping ! I was meditating on the mission statement and envisioning a new paradigm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The coffee machine is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whew ! Guess i left the top off the liquid paper ! you got here just in time !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-6654874302995689367?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6654874302995689367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=6654874302995689367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6654874302995689367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6654874302995689367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-excuses-to-use-when-caught-napping.html' title='10 Excuses To Use When Caught Napping at Your Desk.'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-3376038413852050021</id><published>2010-05-25T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:49:16.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is this feeling I have?&lt;br /&gt;I seem to love you&lt;br /&gt;But other times I seem to loathe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be without you&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just without anyone&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;But why do I have this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for your voice&lt;br /&gt;And I would die to hear your laugh&lt;br /&gt;But is this love&lt;br /&gt;Or merely lust? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-3376038413852050021?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3376038413852050021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=3376038413852050021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3376038413852050021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3376038413852050021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7353973751752885989</id><published>2010-05-25T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:49:41.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pitbull'/><title type='text'>Mr 305,meet me at the hotel room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I missed Pitbull's Concert,&lt;strong&gt;FML.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475231456778476210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S_vuADxTWrI/AAAAAAAAAew/9zZlIg7OsS8/s400/rt.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pitbull baby ♥&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/2560815354733459950-7353973751752885989?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7353973751752885989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7353973751752885989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7353973751752885989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7353973751752885989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/mr-305meet-me-at-hotel-room.html' title='Mr 305,meet me at the hotel room.'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S_vuADxTWrI/AAAAAAAAAew/9zZlIg7OsS8/s72-c/rt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7666819865414373969</id><published>2010-05-21T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:50:08.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>owh yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 564px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473691275893306978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S_Z1Nu3GdmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/iLwMLQd1dEA/s400/ty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7666819865414373969?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7666819865414373969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7666819865414373969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7666819865414373969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7666819865414373969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/owh-yeah.html' title='owh yeah.'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S_Z1Nu3GdmI/AAAAAAAAAeg/iLwMLQd1dEA/s72-c/ty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-1964960386519117928</id><published>2010-05-20T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:50:29.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrek 3'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473386275990511554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S_Vf0Zrpn8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ku4faKCw5XY/s320/shrek_forever_after_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“After rescuing a princess, getting hitched and fathering triplets, Shrek is feeling over-domesticated. ‘He has lost his roar,’ says director Mike Mitchell. ‘It used to send villagers running away in terror. Now they run to him and ask him to sign their pitchforks and torches.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To regain his ogre mojo, he strikes a deal with Rumpelstiltskin, the wee troublemaker who popped up briefly in Shrek 2 and 3. Of course, the pact goes awry and Shrek must confront what life would be like in Far Far Away if he had never existed. That translates into Donkey being forced into cart-pulling duty, fat and lazy Puss in Boots trading his sword for a pink bow and the underhanded Rumpelstiltskin ruling the kingdom.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;GOOD MOVIE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have History tomorrow and I have not study yet :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just do not get it.History is a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I quote Harientha Tan 'Why are you people still care about the past? WE SHOULD STUDY THE FUTURE, NOT THE PAST! I strongly agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;HISTORY IS USELESS.urghhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next movie&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Nightmare On Elm Street&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473389262902779346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S_ViiQzB3dI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cfbefQaLCs4/s320/a-nightmare-on-elm-street.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Better be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &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/2560815354733459950-1964960386519117928?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1964960386519117928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=1964960386519117928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1964960386519117928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1964960386519117928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-rescuing-princess-getting-hitched.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S_Vf0Zrpn8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ku4faKCw5XY/s72-c/shrek_forever_after_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-6292037660192922536</id><published>2010-05-18T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:50:48.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>I was so close to being happy for once again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every time I’m on the verge of breaking out the shell to sheer happiness, my wings fail me and I get crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But seriously, what’s the point of even being happy if all that ends up happening is you looking like a fool and just getting hurt? I’m staying content because it’s neutral like number 7 on the pH scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-6292037660192922536?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6292037660192922536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=6292037660192922536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6292037660192922536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6292037660192922536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-so-close-to-being-happy-for-once.html' title='I was so close to being happy for once again.'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-2743767355701618575</id><published>2010-05-13T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:51:15.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“When things go wrong, you’ll find they usually go on getting worse for some time; but when things once start going right they often go on getting better and better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-2743767355701618575?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2743767355701618575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=2743767355701618575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2743767355701618575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2743767355701618575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-things-go-wrong-youll-find-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-3655011571251816791</id><published>2010-05-13T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:51:34.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S-vqzkWiMUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/kk63JL_5UAo/s1600/gfht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470724344024019266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S-vqzkWiMUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/kk63JL_5UAo/s320/gfht.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but girl don’t let your dreams be dreams&lt;br /&gt;you know this livin’s not so hard as it seems&lt;br /&gt;dont let your&lt;br /&gt;dreams be dreams&lt;br /&gt;your dreams be dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-3655011571251816791?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3655011571251816791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=3655011571251816791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3655011571251816791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3655011571251816791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-girl-dont-let-your-dreams-be-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S-vqzkWiMUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/kk63JL_5UAo/s72-c/gfht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7914812703695965888</id><published>2010-05-12T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:51:48.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "Im not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're gonna do.I'm just going to do it.Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.You spend your whole life stuck in the ladyrinth,thinking about how you'll escape it one day,and how awsome it will be,and imagining that future keeps you going,but you never do it.You just use the future to escape the present "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7914812703695965888?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7914812703695965888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7914812703695965888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7914812703695965888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7914812703695965888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-going-to-be-one-of-those-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-616451649118266493</id><published>2010-05-12T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:52:05.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afraid'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why am I so afraid to lose you when your not even mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-616451649118266493?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/616451649118266493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=616451649118266493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/616451649118266493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/616451649118266493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-am-i-so-afraid-to-lose-you-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8963991758079412628</id><published>2010-05-11T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:52:20.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S-kEc4bv4MI/AAAAAAAAAdY/9YoCmOUlN_k/s1600/tumblr_l1t0pm0bmM1qzr6ooo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469908116649795778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S-kEc4bv4MI/AAAAAAAAAdY/9YoCmOUlN_k/s320/tumblr_l1t0pm0bmM1qzr6ooo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If worship’s like perfume, I’ll pour mine out on You.&lt;br /&gt;For there is none as deserving of my love like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-8963991758079412628?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8963991758079412628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=8963991758079412628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8963991758079412628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8963991758079412628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-worships-like-perfume-ill-pour-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S-kEc4bv4MI/AAAAAAAAAdY/9YoCmOUlN_k/s72-c/tumblr_l1t0pm0bmM1qzr6ooo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-262492104448661022</id><published>2010-05-11T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:52:31.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;His gentle hand embraced my rough heart and broken soul&lt;br /&gt;I am mended, redeemed in grace, and ransomed in love.&lt;br /&gt;The heart of Christ seamed in the heart of mine,&lt;br /&gt;I am whole again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-262492104448661022?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/262492104448661022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=262492104448661022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/262492104448661022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/262492104448661022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/his-gentle-hand-embraced-my-rough-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-5103074163326796160</id><published>2010-05-10T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:53:40.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Your heart is a river that flows from your chest,through every organ.Your brain is the dam and i am the fish who can't reach the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;-Death cab for cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-5103074163326796160?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5103074163326796160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=5103074163326796160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5103074163326796160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5103074163326796160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-heart-is-river-that-flows-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-4564335392168293183</id><published>2010-05-03T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:53:28.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“We all think we’re going to be great and we feel a little bit robbed when our expectations aren’t met. But sometimes our expectations sell us short. Sometimes the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected. You got to wonder why we cling to our expectations, because the expected is just what keeps us steady. Standing. Still. The expected’s just the beginning. The unexpected is what changes our lives.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ; Meredith Grey - Grey’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-4564335392168293183?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4564335392168293183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4564335392168293183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4564335392168293183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4564335392168293183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-all-think-were-going-to-be-great-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-3113634566642903098</id><published>2010-04-27T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T02:43:43.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm a strong woman, and I know what I'm fully capable of.</title><content type='html'>I know what’s in my heart, what's in my mind.How I feel and what I do is all manifested through ME and no one else though some of my actions may be influence by others, I don’t allow that to completely dictate the outcome of my decisions.I am in no way shape or form apologetic for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do what I think is best for me and my life it may not be suitable in the eyes of others but I rather stay true to my colors even if that does cost me to stand alone. But I rather stand as an outcast, than being loved for who I am not and will never be. My self worth is not empowered by the constant need of acceptance by others-I clearly don’t need someone to uphold who I am. Why conform to the standards of what this world wants when I already know what I’m about. It takes a lot more than a couple of hurtful words to infuse my confidence with insecurity. So people can do what the must to attempt to hold me back, but I will continue to do me-at my best and fullest potential. There’s no stopping me, I’m a force to be reckoned with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-3113634566642903098?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3113634566642903098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=3113634566642903098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3113634566642903098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3113634566642903098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-im-strong-woman-and-i-know-what.html' title='I know I&apos;m a strong woman, and I know what I&apos;m fully capable of.'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-965784823206993482</id><published>2010-04-26T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:53:53.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Stats About Esther&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esther Elfrida Keun has 595 friends. 177 of them are male, 326 are female, and 92 are confused about their gender. Based on her Facebook profile, Esther has a 99% chance of getting married and is likely to have 9 children over her reproductive years. She will make ab...out $14,292,080 in her life and pay $4,287,624 in taxes. In Esther's life, she will have spent 24 years sleeping, and 650 hours on the toilet. She will probably live to be about 99 years old. 536 people will attend her funeral with 11 of them expecting some kind of inheritance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the money part xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-965784823206993482?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/965784823206993482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=965784823206993482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/965784823206993482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/965784823206993482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-664732704626916289</id><published>2010-04-25T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:54:07.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;“I am not the happiest person. In fact, in the battle between joy and misery, I’d say that the latter often seems to prevail. I don’t like this, and every day I refuse, for the eighty millionth time, to put up with another minute of it. But the world does what it does, and I often find it disagreeable. After all these years, I’m kind of resigned to that. But I do have one thing on my side: I have enormous faith. And hope. I am not speaking of the kind you find in church or in the afterlife or in heaven or in the Saint James Bible or in the Hare Krishna’s that we all encounter changing flights in the airports of the world, I am speaking of a simple faith that says that one way or another, no matter how many times I stumble and stub my big toe, somehow life is going to work itself out.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-664732704626916289?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/664732704626916289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=664732704626916289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/664732704626916289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/664732704626916289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-not-happiest-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7188939218554546067</id><published>2010-04-23T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:54:40.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgive and forget'/><title type='text'>forgive and forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S9Fxr0KTv-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/UPXRo5QT0TI/s1600/tumblr_kz5tp1TOTK1qaqsoco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463272820527316962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S9Fxr0KTv-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/UPXRo5QT0TI/s320/tumblr_kz5tp1TOTK1qaqsoco1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's what they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a good advice,but it's not very practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When someone hurts us,we want to hurt them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When someone wrongs us,we want to be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without forgiveness,old scores are never settled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;old wounds never heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the most we can hope for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is that one day we'll be lucky to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7188939218554546067?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7188939218554546067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7188939218554546067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7188939218554546067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7188939218554546067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgive-and-forget.html' title='forgive and forget'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S9Fxr0KTv-I/AAAAAAAAAcc/UPXRo5QT0TI/s72-c/tumblr_kz5tp1TOTK1qaqsoco1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8931145282092724710</id><published>2010-04-22T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:54:53.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unless it’s something personally important to me, I’m not going to go out of my way to argue back with somone (especially something so small, so minuscule, and most likely something irrelevant). It’s not because I’m “afraid” or I have no “back bone,” but I seriously do not have the time and patience to go back and forth with an idiot when it’s going to go no where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-8931145282092724710?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8931145282092724710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=8931145282092724710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8931145282092724710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8931145282092724710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/unless-its-something-personally.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-3860761391937837578</id><published>2010-04-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:55:07.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you daddy I wish I can see you one more time I love you always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-3860761391937837578?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3860761391937837578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=3860761391937837578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3860761391937837578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/3860761391937837578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-you-daddy-i-wish-i-can-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-4017643205633222129</id><published>2010-04-21T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:55:25.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>"This time last year"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Almost every day I think that to myself. I reflect on how much has changed, the people who were in my life, the way I felt. I compare and contrast, and then I just think to myself, “I would have never saw this coming”. Then I start to become a little afraid of what else is in stored. No matter what I do, everything ends the way they’re supposed to, regardless whether you think you know how to prevent it or not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-4017643205633222129?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4017643205633222129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4017643205633222129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4017643205633222129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4017643205633222129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-time-last-year.html' title='&quot;This time last year&quot;'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-6802774400978324259</id><published>2010-04-20T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:56:01.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, I used to like you. So what? Just because I did didn’t mean that we had to be together. And just because I did didn’t mean that it was going to grow into something more, I just liked you. Just liked. Just because we liked each other didn’t mean it had to be more than what it was. I don’t know how else to emphasize that when it’s plain and simple. The more you tried to force it, the more I started not to like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-6802774400978324259?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6802774400978324259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=6802774400978324259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6802774400978324259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6802774400978324259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/yeah-i-used-to-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-6334825608907094479</id><published>2010-04-19T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:56:18.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t think a lot of people understand that you can do anything to make a person happy, but if they just feel that you’re not the type, you can’t do anything about it. And the putting the guilt trip that you did everything you could to make them happy isn’t a good reason to make someone stay - they still don’t want to be with you, they”re just obligated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-6334825608907094479?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6334825608907094479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=6334825608907094479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6334825608907094479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6334825608907094479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-think-lot-of-people-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8213454466353239550</id><published>2010-04-18T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:56:57.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his hot'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZOMG, Joshua Michael Peck a.k.a Josh Peck from Josh &amp;amp; Drake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HISSS PHUCKING HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S8rno0mZnZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Odarp9i35yI/s1600/josh-peck-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461432186640637330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S8rno0mZnZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Odarp9i35yI/s320/josh-peck-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S8rnlF5ZNVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/S74vW9hWHK0/s1600/GHG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461432122564228434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S8rnlF5ZNVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/S74vW9hWHK0/s320/GHG.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-8213454466353239550?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8213454466353239550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=8213454466353239550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8213454466353239550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8213454466353239550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/zomg-joshua-michael-peck.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S8rno0mZnZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Odarp9i35yI/s72-c/josh-peck-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-4431573856883630723</id><published>2010-04-17T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:57:40.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’d learned about the places I wanted to go, I’d talked about them with friends, but I hadn’t actually set foot outside my door. The terrain of my hear, the landscape of love, was still entirely unexplored. But people are right when they say the hardest step of every journey was the first, and I was scared.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-4431573856883630723?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4431573856883630723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4431573856883630723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4431573856883630723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4431573856883630723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-learned-about-places-i-wanted-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-936183386213303807</id><published>2010-04-13T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:58:05.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don’t. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. Friends are like balloons: once you let them go, you can’t get them back. So I’m gonna tie you to my heart so I don’t lose you.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-936183386213303807?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/936183386213303807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=936183386213303807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/936183386213303807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/936183386213303807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-too-short-to-wake-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8063284717853501256</id><published>2010-04-13T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T02:10:19.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-8063284717853501256?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8063284717853501256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=8063284717853501256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8063284717853501256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8063284717853501256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-never-too-old-to-set-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-4559880143210997806</id><published>2010-04-12T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:58:22.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>well what is there to love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“i spend all my time trying to understand why people hurt those they love and why people hurt me or don’t care enough to hurt me even. but i always seem to ignore the shit i cause and stir up and ruin on nearly a daily basis by just being unhappy and confused. i spend so much time trying to decipher actions, trying to ignore my own mental state of disruption or confusion or whatever bullshit word that can be uttered to explain something that can’t be understood. it seems almost like human nature to try and discover everyone’s mind while ignoring your own. i am angry and frustrated and competitive for something i already have and would want to die without, i know you don’t approve but i feel that way. i have put all of this into you, i have put myself into you. i can never seem to wrap my mind around anything, i focus on a small detail and miss the big picture, fuck what even is the big picture? people always talk about seeing the bigger picture well what the hell is it, where is it. can they even see it? i can’t seem to find myself anymore, i can only find my problems. it’s not fair to feel this terrible while trying to experience the most beautiful thing in my life. it’s insane that i manage to ruin everything while loving you the most.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“maybe that’s your problem, you shouldn’t love me the most. you should love yourself the most.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-4559880143210997806?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4559880143210997806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4559880143210997806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4559880143210997806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4559880143210997806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-what-is-there-to-love.html' title='well what is there to love ?'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-338747487972648828</id><published>2010-04-12T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:01:17.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I now know better than to depend on certain individuals. I should have already picked up the signs after being disappointed so many times before but for some reason, I had hope that they would prove me wrong. So here I am, kicking myself over for relying on people when I should have known better. You can’t always receive the same treatment that you put out and I realize that they have ‘other’ priorities that might differ from mine. Therefore, things are about to change quite drastically. Don’t ask me for anything, don’t rely on me, don’t even think about it. If you want to be selfish with your values, I will learn to be as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything (whatever that may be).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-338747487972648828?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/338747487972648828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=338747487972648828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/338747487972648828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/338747487972648828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-now-know-better-than-to-depend-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-5563527716398914843</id><published>2010-04-10T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:01:30.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.You’re not as fat as you imagine.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-5563527716398914843?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5563527716398914843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=5563527716398914843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5563527716398914843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5563527716398914843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/enjoy-power-and-beauty-of-your-youth-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-4552822356090879078</id><published>2010-04-10T03:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:02:27.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general, only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel for people too much I guess”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-4552822356090879078?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4552822356090879078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4552822356090879078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4552822356090879078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4552822356090879078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/since-age-of-seven-ive-become-hateful.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-442664005848354816</id><published>2010-04-10T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T03:50:23.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me about your affairs, all the torrid details, all the blushes and anxiety, I’ll keep it all close to my chest, I swear. Tell me about your sins and your secrets. We’ll be blanket buddies stuck in this night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-442664005848354816?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/442664005848354816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=442664005848354816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/442664005848354816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/442664005848354816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/tell-me-about-your-affairs-all-torrid.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-723351112773877314</id><published>2010-04-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:03:00.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately, my eyes have been been able to perceive much more than it had been seeing. Everything has surfaced from the ashes of denial and lies. I have been blinded by oblivion but now that I am able to take notice of how people react and listen to the things that they are saying, it has become a lot easier for me to distinguish between certain factors. But at the same time, it makes me question their motives. I don’t see myself as a threat to anyones happiness so there is no need to become defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say, I see &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-723351112773877314?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/723351112773877314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=723351112773877314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/723351112773877314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/723351112773877314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/lately-my-eyes-have-been-been-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-4798339610006965045</id><published>2010-04-09T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:02:11.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue highlight'/><title type='text'>blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S78XsVtFzdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0MC-zBx_Vqs/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458107323904282066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S78XsVtFzdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0MC-zBx_Vqs/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-4798339610006965045?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4798339610006965045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4798339610006965045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4798339610006965045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4798339610006965045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/blue.html' title='blue'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S78XsVtFzdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0MC-zBx_Vqs/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-935692884705838065</id><published>2010-04-09T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T03:23:42.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In your soul are infinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;precious things that cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;be taken away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-935692884705838065?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/935692884705838065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=935692884705838065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/935692884705838065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/935692884705838065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-your-soul-are-infinitely-precious.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-1689565346522914188</id><published>2010-04-08T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:02:44.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><title type='text'>the women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A million stars would explode from within her eyes; eyes that told ancient stories of the devastating war between every man who sacrificed his own soul to attain the sacred holy grail who was rumored to have taken the form of a female. Her lashes curled innocently like Venus fly traps, waiting patiently for the next willing victim who dares to underestimate the potent of such angelic features. Her pupils dilated in the manner of her pounding heartbeat. She had the heart of a warrior and the lips of a thief, stealing every soul and baring their anatomy to the pale, crescent moon. Her love was like a revolver, made ready to kill. She was venomous to the touch but too hypnotically entrancing to resist. Such will to live would become completely obliterated in the presence of such a beautiful face - the Queen of death, the Goddess of lust, the temptress of desire, in the flesh. I fell in love the same day I completely surrendered my soul to the devil and died the same grandiose moment of my rebirth. While our eyes had their secret rendezvous, I felt the fire that burns passionately in the core of such an magnificent soul. The essence of her being was like the inexorable truth, a phenomenon of its own kind, a rare breed of artistry. She was far too majestic for words and I find myself slowly slipping into the crevices of excruciating desire to see her, just so that I can relive every single second of our short encounter. I have become another prey to the most dazzling predator of them all, a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-1689565346522914188?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1689565346522914188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=1689565346522914188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1689565346522914188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1689565346522914188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/women.html' title='the women'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-2873463095145340820</id><published>2010-04-08T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T03:25:54.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are some people in this world who dedicate themselves to the well-being of people they may never meet in real life. And it just blows my mind to think of the lives they save, just by paying attention and caring, that people trust them enough to give them the numbers to call when something goes wrong. It’s beautiful, to think there are people out there who care that much, just because they understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this makes any sense to any of you without context, but whatever. Just know that there are good people in this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-2873463095145340820?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2873463095145340820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=2873463095145340820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2873463095145340820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2873463095145340820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-are-some-people-in-this-world-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-2184262849640115671</id><published>2010-04-07T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:45:44.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate when people send a text message like a long ass text message and then like somebody replies with like one word and you don't text them back and you see them later and they're like, " why didn't you text me back ! ? " What the fork am i supposed to reply to  ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-2184262849640115671?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2184262849640115671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=2184262849640115671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2184262849640115671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2184262849640115671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-when-people-send-text-message.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8482262785039676933</id><published>2010-04-07T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:24:27.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Anna Louise Strong&lt;br /&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/2560815354733459950-8482262785039676933?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8482262785039676933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=8482262785039676933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8482262785039676933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8482262785039676933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-fall-in-love-is-easy-even-to-remain.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-1831161876955028034</id><published>2010-04-06T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:26:30.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7tSemT8DtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oKKr2DHaWFE/s1600/tumblr_kw0fflsgDp1qa2cw8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457046059123216082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7tSemT8DtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oKKr2DHaWFE/s400/tumblr_kw0fflsgDp1qa2cw8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Look at this babies.OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-1831161876955028034?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1831161876955028034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=1831161876955028034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1831161876955028034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1831161876955028034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-at-this-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7tSemT8DtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oKKr2DHaWFE/s72-c/tumblr_kw0fflsgDp1qa2cw8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-512445515530512464</id><published>2010-04-06T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T03:36:35.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learn to reject the negative influence that the sadistic tendancies of others may have on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is okay to be selfish every now and again. For looking out for others more often than you take care of yourself, is not healthy. It is exhausting and rarely worth it. Because people leave, especially when you need them most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-512445515530512464?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/512445515530512464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=512445515530512464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/512445515530512464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/512445515530512464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/learn-to-reject-negative-influence-that.html' title='learn to reject the negative influence that the sadistic tendancies of others may have on you'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8095950218876305834</id><published>2010-04-05T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:40:33.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mighty to save</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-DNlvXPfU4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-DNlvXPfU4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone needs compassion,&lt;br /&gt;Love that's never failing;&lt;br /&gt;Let mercy fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;The kindness of a Saviour;&lt;br /&gt;The Hope of nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saviour, He can move the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;My God is Mighty to save,&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Author of salvation,&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me as You find me,&lt;br /&gt;All my fears and failures,&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to follow&lt;br /&gt;Everything I believe in,&lt;br /&gt;Now I surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour, He can move the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;My God is Mighty to save,&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Author of salvation,&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light and let the whole world see,&lt;br /&gt;We're singing for the glory of the risen King...Jesus (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour, He can move the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;My God is Mighty to save,&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Author of salvation,&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour, you can move the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;You are mighty to save,&lt;br /&gt;You are mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Author of Salvation,&lt;br /&gt;You rose and conquered the grave,&lt;br /&gt;Yes you conquered the grave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-8095950218876305834?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8095950218876305834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=8095950218876305834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8095950218876305834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8095950218876305834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/mighty-to-save.html' title='mighty to save'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-4301731299007057559</id><published>2010-04-05T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:03:13.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why you'ed say the truth hurts,are you feeling guilty for what you have done ?All this while You were using me just to forget bout your ex.Is this fair ? Since you know you can't be with her,i understand you miss her,but that doesn't mean you got to use me to get over her.THIS IS NOT FAIR AT ALL.Don't forget karma soon will hit you back REALLY HARD !&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/2560815354733459950-4301731299007057559?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4301731299007057559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4301731299007057559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4301731299007057559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4301731299007057559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-youed-say-truth-hurtsare-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8411968668857627420</id><published>2010-04-05T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:53:50.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a serious problem with letting someone know that i care about them, or that i may be dependent on their affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every relationship in my life i am in a constant power struggle, attempting to reserve my affection and hoard it. I don’t like to share, I don’t like to feel like I care more than the other person does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wait around until they tell me that we are friends, until they say that we are close, until they deem our friendship meaningful in their lives,and i just play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never define what a relationship or a person means to me unless they do it first. I refuse to ever let myself make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never care about you more than you care about me, and if i do, that means that i can no longer have a relationship with you because i will need to sabotage it in order to keep myself from getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is wrong, that it is selfish and counterproductive to my happiness and the growth of my heart,but that is the way it is, every conversation i am having with you, every plan i make with you i am constantly thinking about who holds the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i disappear for weeks on end it’s not because i am busy, it’s because i need to show myself that i can survive without you. I need to reestablish that i hold the power.,that i care less, that a couple of weeks without you is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why every relationship i have ever had fails. why i am so fucking difficult about everything, and why i am always so quick to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and frankly, i don’t see it changing any time soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-8411968668857627420?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8411968668857627420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=8411968668857627420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8411968668857627420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8411968668857627420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/truth.html' title='the truth'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-2482365634846565510</id><published>2010-04-04T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:10:31.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true love got the power to change any circumstance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i knew we were far from the same but still i took a chance. wish i could have look in advance to your advances. knowing i’m the book that you read to your advantage. i understand it’s not like we planned it with the worst intentions. taken advantage, i was stranded in your first impressions. i know it hurts to question, what will be a curse or blessin’ i guess it’s worth confessin’, maybe then we’ll learn our lesson. searching for your attention, hoping you were doing the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-2482365634846565510?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2482365634846565510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=2482365634846565510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2482365634846565510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2482365634846565510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-love-got-power-to-change-any.html' title='true love got the power to change any circumstance'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7634539498764326428</id><published>2010-04-03T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:40:09.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody wants to admit this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe that’s because it’s all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing, and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on. You know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into someones’ ear, and that person whispers it to someone else, and it all comes out wrong in the end. But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jodi Picoult&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/2560815354733459950-7634539498764326428?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7634539498764326428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7634539498764326428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7634539498764326428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7634539498764326428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/nobody-wants-to-admit-this-but-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-4769473537855088091</id><published>2010-04-03T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:35:47.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;URGH EVERYTHING IS SO PHUCKING MESSED UP.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 87px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455811386015351426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7bvjKj6AoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/opD33BkNX3c/s320/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-4769473537855088091?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4769473537855088091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4769473537855088091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4769473537855088091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4769473537855088091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/urgh-everything-is-so-phucking-messed.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7bvjKj6AoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/opD33BkNX3c/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-1509406571787673366</id><published>2010-04-02T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:04:10.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there were so many things, there were so many signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and now i’m chasing wings knowing it’s a waste of time until my god reminds me of what i truly need. i take a look behind just before your beauty leaves to get a glimpse of you hoping that you see me too and know we staring at two people that we never knew and probably never know, hoping i’ll forever grow into the one who finally gained the strength to let you go. you changed my ideas of what true love is. i wipe my eyes clear and rise above this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-1509406571787673366?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1509406571787673366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=1509406571787673366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;French's classic yellow mustard taste so so so goodd.&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/2560815354733459950-4323071750674703816?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4323071750674703816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4323071750674703816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4323071750674703816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4323071750674703816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/frenchs-classic-yellow-mustard-taste-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8247689042975690964</id><published>2010-04-02T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:39:58.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m becoming deeply stupid over this sometimes it’s ok but sometimes it’s not i sort of wish it would just pick a direction and go with it sometimes the not knowing is fine and all but mostly it isn’t mostly i just want to stab myself with a fork or eat my pillow or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grrr.&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/2560815354733459950-8247689042975690964?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8247689042975690964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=8247689042975690964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8247689042975690964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/8247689042975690964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-becoming-deeply-stupid-over-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-1248080223642401549</id><published>2010-04-02T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:35:18.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't pay attention to what someone says</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pay attention to what they do, instead. Words are just for talking. See if they can back up what they say. If they say something, just keep it in mind until you actually see what they said. The best way to judge something is to see it in it’s natural state. Anyone can talk the talk. Actions are proof of who they are. Don’t judge someone for what they say. If we judge everyone by their words, everyone would look like a king. Their words won’t have meaning until their actions give it definition. Always stay on your toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-1248080223642401549?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1248080223642401549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=1248080223642401549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1248080223642401549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1248080223642401549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-pay-attention-to-what-someone-says.html' title='don&apos;t pay attention to what someone says'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-753645718600012979</id><published>2010-04-02T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:27:42.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG,first of all i want to apologize to SHANNEN YONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up late,im so sorry i missed the practice.I'll make it up to you.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I havent gym in 2 days,i feel like a mofo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-753645718600012979?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/753645718600012979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=753645718600012979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/753645718600012979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/753645718600012979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/omgfirst-of-all-i-want-to-apologize-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-5244126432431575045</id><published>2010-04-01T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:03:24.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheerleading ; 8.00-10.30am.FML :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gym ; 2 hours,im dying to get into the steamed bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pack clothes ; Balik kampung for Easter.FTW ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BEST PART OF IT NO INTERNET,that means no blogging and facebooking.FOR A DAY ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wedding ; On sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7TRVhd3tSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/srfNtOtFgRc/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 102px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 72px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455215216343627042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7TRVhd3tSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/srfNtOtFgRc/s200/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7TRVhd3tSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/srfNtOtFgRc/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/2560815354733459950-5244126432431575045?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5244126432431575045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=5244126432431575045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5244126432431575045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5244126432431575045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend-is-back.html' title='weekend is back'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7TRVhd3tSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/srfNtOtFgRc/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-1872309047169142014</id><published>2010-04-01T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T07:07:41.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's dinner/supper was of the hook =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had Grilled chicken with mushroom with baked potato and garlic bread,while mummy had Grilled Dori fish with crabmeat together with baked potato and garlic bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks mummy for the awsomeee food =)&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/2560815354733459950-1872309047169142014?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1872309047169142014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=1872309047169142014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1872309047169142014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1872309047169142014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-dinnersupper-was-of-hook-d-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7756902342427492997</id><published>2010-04-01T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:14:01.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be a better tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7756902342427492997?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7756902342427492997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7756902342427492997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7756902342427492997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7756902342427492997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-learned-that-no-matter-what-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-2487264020153778296</id><published>2010-04-01T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:16:37.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great mummy prank me like againnn.Like twice,Anyways Im so happy to see her laughing. =)  She puts a smile on my face.&amp;amp; again i got FOOLED. !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-2487264020153778296?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2487264020153778296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=2487264020153778296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2487264020153778296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2487264020153778296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-mummy-prank-me-like-againnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7727311389925696307</id><published>2010-03-31T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:32:29.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7Q9piqGN-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ux6sLmyp4pE/s1600/David-Blaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455052832539817954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7Q9piqGN-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ux6sLmyp4pE/s200/David-Blaine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another hotstuff to perv over,David Blaine.&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/2560815354733459950-7727311389925696307?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7727311389925696307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7727311389925696307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7727311389925696307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7727311389925696307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-hotstuff-to-perv-overdavid.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7Q9piqGN-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ux6sLmyp4pE/s72-c/David-Blaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7357313020891637472</id><published>2010-03-31T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:19:59.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Omg,i just watched this Titanic 2 Trailer,its so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They found him and rise him up from the dead after how many godamn years,epic !&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/2560815354733459950-7357313020891637472?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7357313020891637472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7357313020891637472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7357313020891637472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7357313020891637472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/omgi-just-watched-this-titanic-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-5091582524110003840</id><published>2010-03-31T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:01:23.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Memories don’t live like people do&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick for ever believing you&lt;br /&gt;Wish you’d bring back the man I knew was good to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-5091582524110003840?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5091582524110003840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=5091582524110003840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5091582524110003840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5091582524110003840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories-dont-live-like-people-do-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-1595473938118906712</id><published>2010-03-31T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:58:04.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hurts when you have someone in your heart but you can’t have them in your arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-1595473938118906712?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1595473938118906712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=1595473938118906712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1595473938118906712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1595473938118906712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-hurts-when-you-have-someone-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-1256534578340003718</id><published>2010-03-31T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:28:39.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my mummy just April Fooled me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trust me,it's like the lamest prank everrr,and i got fooled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-1256534578340003718?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1256534578340003718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=1256534578340003718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1256534578340003718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/1256534578340003718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mummy-just-april-fooled-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-2509620529022298049</id><published>2010-03-31T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:10:26.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maundy thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Later, when the clock hits twelve, I’ll forbid myself from using the internet. I need to do this. People should do this. Catholics should do this. We should all, for a few days, do a little sacrifice to remember Jesus’ salvation to mankind. It is also the perfect time to recall our sins and ask God for forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-2509620529022298049?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2509620529022298049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=2509620529022298049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2509620529022298049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2509620529022298049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/maundy-thursday.html' title='maundy thursday'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-4833228512615498393</id><published>2010-03-31T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T06:00:38.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L-O-V-E's just another word I never learned to pronounce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-4833228512615498393?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4833228512615498393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=4833228512615498393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4833228512615498393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/4833228512615498393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/l-o-v-es-just-another-word-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7063247352705103002</id><published>2010-03-31T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T03:58:46.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is all a game isn’t it? And I’m pretty sure everything is going according to plan. Am I the fool for not realizing the steps you’ve taken beforehand to reach your position now? The strategy and thought out plan you’ve made,you played well. You truly played your game well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7063247352705103002?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7063247352705103002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7063247352705103002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7063247352705103002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7063247352705103002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-all-game-isnt-it-and-im-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-2493192098420574763</id><published>2010-03-31T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T03:56:45.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t think I have much to say about the way things are anymore. I’ll take it for what it is, and leave it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-2493192098420574763?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2493192098420574763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=2493192098420574763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2493192098420574763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/2493192098420574763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-think-i-have-much-to-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-6642185126763878729</id><published>2010-03-30T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:09:34.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minah minah tudung zaman sekarang ramai cacat otak [bodoh]&lt;br /&gt;Pakai tudung tapi pakai pakaian ketat ketat [bodoh]&lt;br /&gt;Ada pula pakai tudung tapi pakai t-shirt pula [bodoh]&lt;br /&gt;Mana ke tidak masyarakat kita di pandang rendah [bodoh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluar dengan mak pakai tudung&lt;br /&gt;Pakai sopan aurat tertutup&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila keluar dengan kawan aurat tertedah&lt;br /&gt;Bagi lelaki tengok percuma&lt;br /&gt;Aku sendiri tengok pon heran&lt;br /&gt;Agama kuat tapi baju ketet&lt;br /&gt;Buka tudung rambut perang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perang perang&lt;br /&gt;Konon tu nak tunjuk belang&lt;br /&gt;Tindik sini tindik sana&lt;br /&gt;Bukan di telinga sahaja&lt;br /&gt;Lidah pon ada&lt;br /&gt;Muke decent tetapi perangai nonsense&lt;br /&gt;Ikut sesuke hati dia&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak ikut segi agama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan ibubapa pakai baju lengan panjang seluar panjang tapi di belakang&lt;br /&gt;Lain cerite macam monster&lt;br /&gt;Cabut kening ada tatu di badan dia&lt;br /&gt;Pakai makeup pakai lipstick punya tebal&lt;br /&gt;Macam momok macam momok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masya ala masya ala&lt;br /&gt;Tak boleh angkat tak boleh angkat&lt;br /&gt;Tengok dia tengok dia&lt;br /&gt;Goyang pantat goyang pantat&lt;br /&gt;Masuk club pakai tudung&lt;br /&gt;Pergi tandas buka tudung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;Kemana pergi budaya&lt;br /&gt;Kemana pergi agama&lt;br /&gt;Mana pergi melayu kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar sini semua&lt;br /&gt;Jangan ikut trend masa kita&lt;br /&gt;Kita rosak kita hancur&lt;br /&gt;Siapa nak jawabkan bila kita di kubur&lt;br /&gt;Mak nak jawabkan [sorry sikit]&lt;br /&gt;Bapa jawabkan [sorry sikit]&lt;br /&gt;Atuk jawabkan [sorry sikit]&lt;br /&gt;Berani buat berani tanggung sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikir baik baik&lt;br /&gt;Pikir masak masak&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kita menyesal di hari kelak&lt;br /&gt;Pikir baik baik&lt;br /&gt;Pikir masak masak&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kita menyesal di hari kelak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berubalah kamu sebelum kamu diberubahkan&lt;br /&gt;Ye lah tuk&lt;br /&gt;Tuk juga yang pandai kan&lt;br /&gt;Wateva lah tuk&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh budak ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry,I have a thing for Malay girls &amp;amp; i think this is the perfect song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-6642185126763878729?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6642185126763878729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=6642185126763878729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6642185126763878729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/6642185126763878729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/minah-minah-tudung-zaman-sekarang-ramai.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7332210559389831558</id><published>2010-03-30T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:16:24.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you'd sing a lullaby to get me to sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So it’s no surprise my eyes are never heavy.For i’ve not seen you in the flesh for so long that i’m not sure we would know each other at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7332210559389831558?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7332210559389831558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7332210559389831558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7332210559389831558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7332210559389831558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/youd-sing-lullaby-to-get-me-to-sleep.html' title='you&apos;d sing a lullaby to get me to sleep'/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8822006158475702142</id><published>2010-03-30T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:14:51.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so i will hum alone, too far from you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All that i can say now is im nothing to you.We will lie under different star.&lt;br /&gt;I am where i am, and you’re where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-8822006158475702142?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-666104174077981367</id><published>2010-03-30T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:04:22.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7IEKbV09gI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0kh7XKs0rkU/s1600/imagesCAMK4HQH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454426675883603458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7IEKbV09gI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0kh7XKs0rkU/s200/imagesCAMK4HQH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes im still obsessed with Jake Gyllenhaal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-666104174077981367?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/666104174077981367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=666104174077981367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/666104174077981367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/666104174077981367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-im-still-obsessed-with-himjake.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7IEKbV09gI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0kh7XKs0rkU/s72-c/imagesCAMK4HQH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-946384712148373297</id><published>2010-03-30T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:54:49.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It keeps coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I remember this pain&lt;br /&gt;It spreads across my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s smiling, they’re smiling&lt;br /&gt;It pushes me far far away&lt;br /&gt;I can’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Everything is blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold me now Hold me now My frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m gazing from the distance and&lt;br /&gt;I feel everything pass through me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be alone right now&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold me now Hold me now My frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in a deep winter sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to find my way out alone&lt;br /&gt;Can you wake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I let it in&lt;br /&gt;It hides love from this moment&lt;br /&gt;So I guard it close&lt;br /&gt;I watch the moves it makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gets me, but it gets me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could understand how I&lt;br /&gt;Could make it disappear, make it disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there hear me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold me now Hold me now My frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my lips and maybe you can take me to your world for now&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be alone right now&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold me now Hold me now My frozen heart&lt;br /&gt;Please make it all go away&lt;br /&gt;Am I ever gonna feel myself again?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-946384712148373297?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/946384712148373297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=946384712148373297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/946384712148373297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/946384712148373297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-keeps-coming-back-to-me-i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-7110844435500028110</id><published>2010-03-29T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:07:36.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is really a classic temperamental error that occurs in most relationships: judging your partner by how you would react, even though your partner has a different temperament, different experiences, and different developmental and emotional history. Though we’re all tempted to do this, it’s really a form of narcissism - the way I would react is the standard for all decent people; so you have to conform to what I think is appropriate. Reconciling disputes born of temperamental differences requires binocular vision-the ability to see your partner’s perspective alongside your own, indeed, to see the world through his/her eyes at the same time you see it through your own. Binocular vision, perhaps the most important of relationship skills, makes the world seem richer and more dynamic. Failure of binocular vision creates a reactive narcissism (you’re incapable of seeing your loved one apart from how you feel about him/her).”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— Steven Stosny, Anger In the Age of Entitlement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7110844435500028110?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7110844435500028110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7110844435500028110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7110844435500028110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If someone wants to be apart of your life&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they'll make an effort to be in it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So don't bother reserving a space in your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For someone who doesn't make an effort to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-7179984320744817005?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7179984320744817005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=7179984320744817005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7179984320744817005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/7179984320744817005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-someone-wants-to-be-apart-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-919678196139569153</id><published>2010-03-29T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:01:53.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ripped apart in minutes what was built in seven years&lt;br /&gt;the ink scarred on your back may as well of disappeared&lt;br /&gt;for as long as I remember, you sold everything you owned&lt;br /&gt;but now you sold our friendship, you’re on your fucking own&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-919678196139569153?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/919678196139569153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=919678196139569153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/919678196139569153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/919678196139569153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/ripped-apart-in-minutes-what-was-built.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-831189599934722468</id><published>2010-03-29T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:13:39.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7CLK4TzNAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/plaqbotex5c/s1600/tumblr_kzvea5emo61qahmggo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454012167776056322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7CLK4TzNAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/plaqbotex5c/s320/tumblr_kzvea5emo61qahmggo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is why I no longer listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL GIRLS…ACROSS THE WORLD (change station)&lt;br /&gt;I I I I COULD MAKE YO BED ROCK (change station)&lt;br /&gt;IMA BE, IMA BE, IMA IMA IMA BE (change station)&lt;br /&gt;IN MAH HEAD…I SEE YOOOUUU ALL OVER ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those songs (and other ones) are ALWAYS on.&lt;br /&gt;They keep playing the same songs over and over.&lt;br /&gt;And I used to like those songs too…but they went and killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Such shit on the radio. and is it just me or is bedrock the worst most disturbing and creepy gross song ever. &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/2560815354733459950-831189599934722468?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/831189599934722468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=831189599934722468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/831189599934722468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/831189599934722468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-why-i-no-longer-listen-to-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7CLK4TzNAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/plaqbotex5c/s72-c/tumblr_kzvea5emo61qahmggo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-5653319142854377625</id><published>2010-03-28T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:23:45.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I remember going through this phase in my life where I hated everything around me. Dying seemed so easy, and living seemed so pointless. I didn’t like talking to people about my life.I didn’t like writing up sob stories for them to pity me. Someone told me that shit happens,you live and you learn, and the hamster wheel keeps moving. What’s the point of sitting around and mopping? Everyone has been wondering why I’ve been doing pretty good lately despite my failed relationship. Five words — you keep on moving forward.&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/2560815354733459950-5653319142854377625?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5653319142854377625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=5653319142854377625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5653319142854377625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5653319142854377625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-remember-going-through-this-phase-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-5094613721960745947</id><published>2010-03-28T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:09:33.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I blew off for not attending class so i could go to the gym to work out and now what am i doing ? I'm on google looking up of the oh so sexy Jake Gyllenhaal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453871862714477810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7ALkDOYLPI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HmUfYtXLLxg/s200/Jake-Gyllenhaal-sexiest-men-celebrities.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-5094613721960745947?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5094613721960745947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=5094613721960745947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5094613721960745947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560815354733459950/posts/default/5094613721960745947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-blew-off-for-not-attending-class-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Keun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05516846717534568184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S7ALkDOYLPI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HmUfYtXLLxg/s72-c/Jake-Gyllenhaal-sexiest-men-celebrities.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-8755230150932880274</id><published>2010-03-28T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:11:44.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just follow my heart.Sometimes,maybe to often,I follow my pain.I'm trying hard to stop doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s :Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-8755230150932880274?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvE9JnzwY7w/S61zwXi_56I/AAAAAAAAAWU/N_EEz19QBBI/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560815354733459950.post-2212481853933858598</id><published>2010-03-28T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T01:34:29.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counting down another bloody 8 more months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560815354733459950-2212481853933858598?l=estherscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2212481853933858598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560815354733459950&amp;postID=2212481853933858598' 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