<?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-8591923</id><updated>2012-02-10T14:44:38.046+08:00</updated><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Eric'/><title type='text'>"Poems From The Heart"</title><subtitle type='html'>How does it feels like being different from me?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-8145186947634022717</id><published>2008-03-04T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:33:38.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric'/><title type='text'>We grew up...</title><content type='html'>At the sushi bar we sat - we chatted,&lt;br /&gt;Feeding each other with a bit more information about our life.&lt;br /&gt;It felt as though it's been so long since we've actually catch up.&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sushi bar we sat - we wondered,&lt;br /&gt;After all these years of knowing each other&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us have thought that we would be who we are today.&lt;br /&gt;So much had changed in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sushi bar we sat - I observed,&lt;br /&gt;The way you sit, eat and behave.&lt;br /&gt;You did not change a bit.&lt;br /&gt;You were still the &lt;a href="http://www.estherchin.com/search/label/Eric"&gt;Eric &lt;/a&gt;that I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sushi bar we sat - I realized,&lt;br /&gt;Our situation, perception, temptation, struggles and the road we choose to take&lt;br /&gt;There were so similar in a way...&lt;br /&gt;Yet our stands makes us different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sushi bar - We understood.&lt;br /&gt;We grew up.&lt;br /&gt;At the sushi bar we sat- We made a promise.&lt;br /&gt;Ten years from now&lt;br /&gt;we will come back to the sushi bar&lt;br /&gt;and talk again, like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;' times.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-8145186947634022717?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/8145186947634022717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=8145186947634022717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/8145186947634022717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/8145186947634022717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-grew-up.html' title='We grew up...'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-5971557697634299991</id><published>2007-10-14T03:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T03:21:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3am</title><content type='html'>It’s times like this that I miss you the most.&lt;br /&gt;The cold lonely nights at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;It seems just like yesterday that I felt that you were here.&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your embrace, your body next to mine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes as you gently slide your fingers to hold mine.&lt;br /&gt;Holding me like you would never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Giving me the best feeling that even sight couldn’t comprehend. &lt;br /&gt;As I fall asleep slowly by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s times like this that I try not to open my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;For I fear that you would just disappear into thin air, just like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder if you felt the same.&lt;br /&gt;If only I know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;If only I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-5971557697634299991?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/5971557697634299991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=5971557697634299991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/5971557697634299991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/5971557697634299991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/10/3am.html' title='3am'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-6598919284663402246</id><published>2007-10-13T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:11:08.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Give it a &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;, go search the heart and find what happened inside.&lt;br /&gt;Lying to the mind that the wound isn’t there and there’s always hope.&lt;br /&gt;Even with the big horrid cut with additional deep stabs around it, so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever heal or would the wounds get infected more.&lt;br /&gt;Look deeper inside and ponder more, would hoping really help?&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for anything that would not let your wounds slowly kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, as day by day passes, emptiness wipes the fears, hurts and hopes away.&lt;br /&gt;It vacuums the heart and makes it meaningless to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Numbness would be the only feeling left and the heart would feel no more.&lt;br /&gt;So now, let the heart convince the mind that there is nothing here for me anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-6598919284663402246?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/6598919284663402246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=6598919284663402246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/6598919284663402246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/6598919284663402246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/10/heart.html' title='The Heart.'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-7267084684578453729</id><published>2007-09-23T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:59:25.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hands still shaking&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what prompt me to look through the photos&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to be fine&lt;br /&gt;Or though I &lt;i style=""&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; fine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Panting breathlessly as I just sit here&lt;br /&gt;Silence, with the picture of you and I.&lt;br /&gt;Mere movements of images in it.&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of the pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pause, ponder upon the past.&lt;br /&gt;I know blaming you for the hurt was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the problem lies in me too.&lt;br /&gt;All that love leaves me with is fear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-7267084684578453729?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/7267084684578453729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=7267084684578453729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/7267084684578453729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/7267084684578453729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/09/hands-still-shaking-i-dont-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-3401259900293296498</id><published>2007-09-19T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:14:17.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deception.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style="color: style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just when I though emotions gave up on me&lt;br /&gt;And feelings fail me&lt;br /&gt;I am proven guilty.&lt;/style="color:&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Saying I did not miss you seems so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;As I look out from the glass window,&lt;br /&gt;My reflection, right next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;touch. Almost.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That same brown jacket you wear&lt;br /&gt;That had the smell I am almost too fond of.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the warm feeling of your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Was it just yesterday that you held me close to you?&lt;br /&gt;Whispering to me, reminding me of how much you love me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hold on. Am I losing you?&lt;br /&gt;Or it was I, which dare not face the fact that I can’t call you mine anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My hands feel so cold now. The words fade away swiftly. You seem too far away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saying that I do miss you seems too awkward.&lt;br /&gt;As I look out from the glass window.&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at each move you make.&lt;br /&gt;You stayed in my sight for only a minute or two,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I have to admit that I could feel a little again,&lt;br /&gt;Having those memories we shared deep within me brings me to another day of deception.&lt;br /&gt;To another level of feelings that I, myself can not be sure if I would survive any longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-3401259900293296498?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/3401259900293296498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=3401259900293296498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/3401259900293296498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/3401259900293296498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/09/deception.html' title='Deception.'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-3228026814030123407</id><published>2007-09-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T02:59:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From a third point of view.</title><content type='html'>You really make me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;If there's something that you had been hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Something dark that you are ashamed to disclose.&lt;br /&gt;Why the pragmatic self?&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for your action is?&lt;br /&gt;Have you been allowing your heart to turn cold?&lt;br /&gt;I feel the tense around us.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't tears help lighten the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Why the anger, frustration and depress thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;I see bitterness; it overwhelmed you, didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Why not speak it out?&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost faith in those around you and even yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Please don't pretend to be all-so-strong. You know you aren't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-3228026814030123407?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/3228026814030123407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=3228026814030123407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/3228026814030123407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/3228026814030123407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/09/from-third-point-of-view.html' title='From a third point of view.'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-5275829665574953939</id><published>2007-09-03T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:13:10.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you still dwell in bitterness of the past?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe things might be better if I did pack my bags that other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly off to another place and time where my heart longs for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe that would ease the hurt that I've held for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away from the trauma of waking up to the irony of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deception, STOP following me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want to run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run from the truth, everything and everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cut in my heart, the blood on my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've earn it all. My doings. My faults.&lt;br /&gt;Regrets, I have too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When would I learn to let go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When would I stop blaming others and myself for my fate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ego that I had detained within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will it be my weakness forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Even 'sorry' would never be enough to obtain forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Foolishness of the past, will always linger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-5275829665574953939?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/5275829665574953939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=5275829665574953939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/5275829665574953939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/5275829665574953939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-do-you-still-dwell-in-bitterness-of.html' title='Why do you still dwell in bitterness of the past?'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-5894007813682716198</id><published>2007-06-22T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:11:17.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My only sis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back all these years,&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you.&lt;br /&gt;A sister that He forgot to give me in blood relation.&lt;br /&gt;But even so, I would have loved you the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have so much to argue about.&lt;br /&gt;Although there’s still not much different now.&lt;br /&gt;We eventually accepted the fact that,&lt;br /&gt;We were so different in our own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the years&lt;br /&gt;We’ve grown so much.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe so did our love for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love we share, would last for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;They say blood is thicker than water.&lt;br /&gt;But not in our situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we’ve been through.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS you must know.&lt;br /&gt;That I would not give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;And that I would always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t you dare think that you’re alone.&lt;br /&gt;You have me.&lt;br /&gt;Through the hard times,&lt;br /&gt;Please remember me and know that I would be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-5894007813682716198?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/5894007813682716198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=5894007813682716198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/5894007813682716198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/5894007813682716198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-only-sis-looking-back-all-these.html' title='Sister&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-2758533154484412191</id><published>2007-06-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:16:58.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In Agony</title><content type='html'>Played in fire&lt;br /&gt;Pushed the limits&lt;br /&gt;Bend all rules&lt;br /&gt;Flirt with love.&lt;br /&gt;Done it all.&lt;br /&gt;Still, what's left of me?&lt;br /&gt;A bitter soul abandon outside alone&lt;br /&gt;Cold..&lt;br /&gt;Just so cold...&lt;br /&gt;Sour, pain, depress and a sadist in a whole.&lt;br /&gt;Looking around for hope,&lt;br /&gt;A tiny hope.&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. What's hope left?&lt;br /&gt;T.R.U.E. L.O.V.E. is 8 letters, so is BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;Lies. The truths are lies because we cannot accept reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-2758533154484412191?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/2758533154484412191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=2758533154484412191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/2758533154484412191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/2758533154484412191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/06/living-in-agony.html' title='Living In Agony'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-7156465123301299268</id><published>2007-05-09T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:23:07.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Behind it all...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind your smile, I could see sadness.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the broken heart, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;Or a love so deep and strong that’s just waiting to unleash itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind your eyes, I could see a spark of hope.&lt;br /&gt;Something that you try to kill,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you still hold on to it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to hide your irony, I could see through it all.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a little more bliss and luck in love, aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, I know you’ll one day find the fated one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-7156465123301299268?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/7156465123301299268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=7156465123301299268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/7156465123301299268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/7156465123301299268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/05/behins-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-117118099225444152</id><published>2007-02-11T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T16:03:12.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Losing myself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I felt crappy. I felt as though I had lose myself in a lot of things. Reality hits.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I realized the change, but choose to ignore. Situations get worst. Reality hits.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel like crying now, but could not shed a tear. Reality hits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-117118099225444152?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/117118099225444152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=117118099225444152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/117118099225444152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/117118099225444152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/02/losing-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-117118046346411743</id><published>2007-01-25T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:54:23.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Fear&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night I sit alone,&lt;br /&gt;Looking up into the pitch-black sky,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what it was that I’m searching for,&lt;br /&gt;Asking myself why am I feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;Fear creeps within me as chills run through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that fear had always been within me.             &lt;br /&gt;Will I let fear overcome me, then?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it already did toke its effect on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-117118046346411743?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/117118046346411743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=117118046346411743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/117118046346411743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/117118046346411743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/01/fear-late-at-night-i-sit-alone-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-116947007227535049</id><published>2007-01-22T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:13:02.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And to whom can I turn to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;And to whom can I turn to?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling inside, you’ll never know&lt;br /&gt;The fear that I’ve concealed&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness I did not illustrate&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment I hide so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I’ve been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;The love I am still searching.&lt;br /&gt;The confidence I never got.&lt;br /&gt;The security I yearn so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;The genuine me, I will never show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-116947007227535049?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/116947007227535049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=116947007227535049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/116947007227535049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/116947007227535049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-to-whom-can-i-turn-to.html' title='And to whom can I turn to?'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-116715061300614216</id><published>2006-12-27T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:33:18.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Do you remember today, 2 years back?” On 25 Dec '04</title><content type='html'>"Do you remember today, 2 years back?"&lt;br /&gt;Was the simple question that I asked myself&lt;br /&gt;As past memories flooded my mind&lt;br /&gt;I could remember every single detail that had happened that very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember today, 2 years back?"&lt;br /&gt;Was the simple question that I asked you&lt;br /&gt;"I remember." you answered&lt;br /&gt;"And I miss Esther, the 'Esther' I knew 2 years back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember and I miss the ‘Esther’ I used to know"&lt;br /&gt;Was the simple answer that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;As I reflected who I were before&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my heart bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember and I miss the 'Esther' I used to know"&lt;br /&gt;Was the simple answer that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;"'Esther' did change" is my answer&lt;br /&gt;"And honestly, I miss 'her' too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, we met at one of the roads we were walking&lt;br /&gt;Shared a thing or two and not long after&lt;br /&gt;You made me realize that we’ve parted&lt;br /&gt;No, it was not you; it was me that left. I changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, the roads we take sometimes has no u-turn&lt;br /&gt;I choose to walk that way, thinking it was what I desire&lt;br /&gt;And you again, made me realized what that&lt;br /&gt;The road that I was taking was not what I had always yearned for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision.&lt;br /&gt;We make them.&lt;br /&gt;Then they turn around and make us.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, they break us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for disappointing you, the day I walked away&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for placing fear in your life, the day I walked away&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back, I would not make the same mistake twice&lt;br /&gt;But for now, the only thing I can do is to find my way back to the right road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me realize&lt;br /&gt;The things that I had overlooked all these while.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me realize&lt;br /&gt;That you and me miss 'Esther' very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-116715061300614216?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/116715061300614216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=116715061300614216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/116715061300614216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/116715061300614216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-remember-today-2-years-back-on.html' title='“Do you remember today, 2 years back?” On 25 Dec &apos;04'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-116698998023099571</id><published>2006-12-25T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T03:55:24.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;"The Call" (edited from my previous poem PHONE)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;Your voice faded in to the background of silence&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I couldn’t utter a word of reply.&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck, I’m lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at my phone was all I could do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more, nothing less&lt;br /&gt;As tears flow down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;Words could not express the way I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I wanted so much to call you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to tell you how much&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to know if you felt the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day pass&lt;br /&gt;They were so cold and cruel&lt;br /&gt;And I was left with the motion of irony&lt;br /&gt;The irony of that call I should have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ve let fear overcome love&lt;br /&gt;Till I never had enough courage to made that call,&lt;br /&gt;For that very call, I know&lt;br /&gt;Could have made the whole difference, or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-116698998023099571?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/116698998023099571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-116668633704108796</id><published>2006-12-21T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:32:17.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting you go was not easy...but I have to.</title><content type='html'>Letting you go, was not because I didn't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;Letting you go, was not because I didn't like you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Letting you go, was not because I’m in the arms of another person&lt;br /&gt;Letting you go, was not because I have lost my feelings towards you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, I still do like you&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, I still miss you so&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, I still find it hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I did had you once, really breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I did had you once, I blame myself at times&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I did had you once, really makes me regret much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons why I wanted it out,&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons why I choose to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I have my reasons but I am not able to explain anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments we shared, I will always keep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The memories that I’ve had with you, I will always cherish with everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now, if I was given one chance, I would not change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;*You just don’t know how much you meant to me.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-116668633704108796?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/116668633704108796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=116668633704108796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/116668633704108796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/116668633704108796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/12/letting-you-go-was-not-easybut-i-have.html' title='Letting you go was not easy...but I have to.'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-116493267026452907</id><published>2006-12-01T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:24:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>If only I could lie next to you every night and feel your warm body next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could be in your arms every night and fall asleep feeling so secure.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could wake up every morning to the sound of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could have you right here, right now, with me.&lt;br /&gt;If only…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-116493267026452907?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/116493267026452907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=116493267026452907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/116493267026452907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/116493267026452907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-115977687509854991</id><published>2006-10-02T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:14:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Imagined you were by my side&lt;br /&gt;We were so close&lt;br /&gt;I felt your lips touched mine&lt;br /&gt;It was so real&lt;br /&gt;Yet I was only dreaming, or WASN’T I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-115977687509854991?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/115977687509854991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=115977687509854991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/115977687509854991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/115977687509854991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/10/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-115905877606265778</id><published>2006-09-24T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:50:47.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were different...</title><content type='html'>I still remember the first time I notice you,&lt;br /&gt;You were laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;There's something that attracted me to you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the way you look at me?&lt;br /&gt;The way you smile at me?&lt;br /&gt;The way you talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But the times spend with you were pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile, you lit up my life.&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight, I think of you and beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were different.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me back something that I thought that I had lost.&lt;br /&gt;That is the smile on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-115905877606265778?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/115905877606265778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=115905877606265778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/115905877606265778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/115905877606265778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-were-different.html' title='You were different...'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-115512553469103647</id><published>2006-08-09T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T01:09:45.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>If only I could regain strength, a little bit will do.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find comfort, a little bit will do.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could have hope, a little bit will do.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could receive protection, a little bit will do.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could own love, a little bit will do.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could have someone to wipe my tears away, one person will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-115512553469103647?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/115512553469103647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=115512553469103647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/115512553469103647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/115512553469103647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-114978060327742680</id><published>2006-06-08T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:30:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take some time off</title><content type='html'>Slow down,&lt;br /&gt;you don't know what you are missing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow down, &lt;br /&gt;you are letting all the good things in life pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we often live on fast tracts.&lt;br /&gt;never knowing the beauty of life.&lt;br /&gt;what a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only we would slow down.&lt;br /&gt;if only we would slow down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-114978060327742680?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/114978060327742680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=114978060327742680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/114978060327742680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/114978060327742680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-some-time-off.html' title='Take some time off'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-114927356477193429</id><published>2006-06-03T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:34:53.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, I need you!</title><content type='html'>Emptiness creeps into my life, when I put you aside.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness fills me, when I left you.&lt;br /&gt;Fear grips me, when you are far from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand on my own, no more.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live on my own, no more.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hold on, no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that I let go.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that I went away.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that I left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: &lt;br /&gt;How many times have I broken your heart, still you forgive, if only I ask.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you heard me pray, draw near to me?&lt;br /&gt;Coz &lt;em&gt;everything I need is you, my beginning and my forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=355 height=0 border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width=355 height=526 border=0 frameborder=0 scrolling=no src= http://www.donghaeng.net/english/priority/priority.swf&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-114927356477193429?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/114927356477193429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=114927356477193429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/114927356477193429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/114927356477193429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/06/lord-i-need-you.html' title='Lord, I need you!'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-114379901730951277</id><published>2006-03-31T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:56:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I remember</title><content type='html'>The day I remember,&lt;br /&gt;Is the day I open the eyes of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The day I remember,&lt;br /&gt;Is the day I see who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I remember&lt;br /&gt;Is the day I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;The day I remember&lt;br /&gt;Is the day I accept you into my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-114379901730951277?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/114379901730951277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=114379901730951277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/114379901730951277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/114379901730951277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-i-remember.html' title='The day I remember'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-114379856765040070</id><published>2006-03-31T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:49:27.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm smiling again.</title><content type='html'>I’m smiling again,&lt;br /&gt;            I’m finally smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;No more hurts could turn me back,&lt;br /&gt;            When the sweet memories floods my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about everything you’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;            Thinking about the times you were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the comfort and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;            Thinking about the times you never gave up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m smiling again,&lt;br /&gt;            I’m finally smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;Because I have found myself,&lt;br /&gt;            This time, it’s in your loving arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-114379856765040070?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/114379856765040070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=114379856765040070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/114379856765040070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/114379856765040070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-smiling-again.html' title='I&apos;m smiling again.'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-113915901671778302</id><published>2006-02-06T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:03:36.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess Up</title><content type='html'>Sitting around thinking about what I have just said,&lt;br /&gt;I realised, I am not that certain about many things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I am quite a mess up person after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just do not know what you see in me.&lt;br /&gt;Through those times, I have made you sad.&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to know what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we might not choose to take the same path.&lt;br /&gt;However, no matter which different path we choose to walk,&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts, we will be satisfied that we did meet in the crossroad of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT if it is by God's will that we walk the same path,&lt;br /&gt;Then blessed be His will and not ours be done.&lt;br /&gt;With that, no matter what, hand in hand I promise you that we will walk the road to the end of the journey until we meet God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that it is not about the past or how we have started.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it is just how we go through things and stick with each another, in the process,&lt;br /&gt;That is what matters in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-113915901671778302?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/113915901671778302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=113915901671778302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113915901671778302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113915901671778302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/02/mess-up.html' title='Mess Up'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-113898389422973746</id><published>2006-02-04T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:07:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of love</title><content type='html'>Why the agony and tears when we love each other so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all the waiting that seems likes a waste of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the barrier and obstacles that seems like a mountain high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because all we need is time to know each other better, first&lt;br /&gt;before we start anything we will not be able to continue&lt;br /&gt;without understanding each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Because Of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_-_-_-_-_-_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been through this topic many times&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, each time I will give you the same answer.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I asked you to wait is not only because&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let go of the past,&lt;br /&gt;It is also because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know and understand you better first before starting a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you are right,&lt;br /&gt;Building a strong foundation is the first step to a long lasting relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time pass I cannot deny that&lt;br /&gt;I love you more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;There are also times that&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted to accept you and be your girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;Still in my heart, I know it is not the time yet, to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may be kind of weird and silly for two people&lt;br /&gt;That loves each other to not be together&lt;br /&gt;Because of these reasons,&lt;br /&gt;However, it is not that simple to for two people&lt;br /&gt;That loves each other to be together too.&lt;br /&gt;It is just not that easy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-113898389422973746?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/113898389422973746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=113898389422973746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113898389422973746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113898389422973746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/02/because-of-love.html' title='Because of love'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-113896854843329938</id><published>2006-02-03T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:59:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling lost.&lt;br /&gt;Felt as if I was falling&lt;br /&gt;From a very high place.&lt;br /&gt;With no one around&lt;br /&gt;To catch me at the end.&lt;br /&gt;You seem so far&lt;br /&gt;So far from me,&lt;br /&gt;Out my reach.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-113896854843329938?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/113896854843329938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=113896854843329938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113896854843329938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113896854843329938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-113836615927378571</id><published>2006-01-27T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:15:24.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Finally...&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in my room,&lt;br /&gt; lying all alone on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;with only you in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;that there would finally come a day,&lt;br /&gt;which I would fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What toke me so long to realized that?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of irony is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I so blinded by my own past that&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see you being there for me?&lt;br /&gt;Was I that selfish to not realized that&lt;br /&gt;you were by my side all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am wishing&lt;br /&gt;that you were here now,&lt;br /&gt;with me, by my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you just hold me now, to take away the fear?&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss away the pain &amp; make me alive again?&lt;br /&gt;Would you wipe away the tears of my past that I have cried, for me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you stay with me forever &amp;amp; show me the true meaning of love?&lt;br /&gt;Would you? Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not only love now... Love me a lifetime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-113836615927378571?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/113836615927378571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=113836615927378571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113836615927378571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113836615927378571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-113777272737863513</id><published>2006-01-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:58:47.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Promise to You</title><content type='html'>When u are sad,&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to always put a smile on ur face or give u comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u are angry,&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to always calm u down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u are uncertain,&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to always show u the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u feel discourage,&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to always give u encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u are hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to always make u forget the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u think no 1 understands u,&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the 1 that understand u fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong in life,&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to always help make it right for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I may not always have the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;or I may not always have something to say either&lt;br /&gt;but I really hope that my silence, in a way or another&lt;br /&gt;can help u in whatever u are going through.&lt;br /&gt;Because actions does speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the most I can do is to be there for u&lt;br /&gt;when ever u need someone around.&lt;br /&gt;So, if ever there comes a time&lt;br /&gt;when the world turn it's back on u,&lt;br /&gt;please remember I WON'T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-113777272737863513?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/113777272737863513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=113777272737863513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113777272737863513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113777272737863513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-promise-to-you.html' title='My Promise to You'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-113688561719016125</id><published>2006-01-10T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:25:23.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CRIED</title><content type='html'>I cry&lt;br /&gt;not knowing if it's worth the agony&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;not realizing how much it actually hurts inside&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what else to do&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;not having comfort beside me&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to accept the words that I've heard&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;not because of me but you&lt;br /&gt;I CRIED~&lt;br /&gt;and end up feeling very silly over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-113688561719016125?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/113688561719016125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=113688561719016125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113688561719016125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113688561719016125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-cried.html' title='I CRIED'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-113264874459189525</id><published>2005-11-22T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:39:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never...</title><content type='html'>I'll never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never love again&lt;br /&gt;the way I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never care for anyone  again&lt;br /&gt;the way I cared for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never feel that way again&lt;br /&gt;the way I felt for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be attached again&lt;br /&gt;the way I was attached to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be devoted again&lt;br /&gt;the way I was devoted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never tolerate anyone again&lt;br /&gt;the way I tolerate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be concerned about anyone again&lt;br /&gt;the way I was concerned about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never serve anyone again&lt;br /&gt;the way I served you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never laugh again&lt;br /&gt;the way I laughed with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never cry again&lt;br /&gt;the way I cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never smile to anyone again&lt;br /&gt;the way I smiled to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never wait for anyone again&lt;br /&gt;the way I waited for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be sad again&lt;br /&gt;the way I was with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall for anyone again&lt;br /&gt;the way I fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let anyone hurt me again&lt;br /&gt;the way you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be that happy again&lt;br /&gt;Coz...I am happier now without you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-113264874459189525?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/113264874459189525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=113264874459189525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113264874459189525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/113264874459189525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2005/11/ill-never.html' title='I&apos;ll never...'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-112255657815018381</id><published>2005-07-28T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:16:18.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do I always find myself waiting for the moment to be with you?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always find myself feeling so happy when you are around?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always find myself dreaming of being in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always find myself thinking about you and me being together?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I find myself asking questions which I dare not know the answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-112255657815018381?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/112255657815018381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=112255657815018381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/112255657815018381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/112255657815018381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2005/07/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-112221575656258489</id><published>2005-07-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:35:56.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did you do it?</title><content type='html'>How did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you make me see the differences in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I saw similarities in others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you make me look at you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was trying not to look at anyone else&lt;br /&gt;during that significant time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you make me yearn for your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day and every time you walked passed me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did your voice reach to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of my ears unlike everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you stand so close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I felt you were so far away from me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you make me notice you are over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you were beyond reachable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you make me think of you each time I do&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it got nothing to do with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you make me feel that you are always&lt;br /&gt;around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I already know, you were not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no relevant nor logic answers to these&lt;br /&gt;questions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is one thing that Im really sure of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen in love in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankz, tien yi.. your poem is great :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-112221575656258489?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/112221575656258489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=112221575656258489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/112221575656258489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/112221575656258489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-did-you-do-it.html' title='How did you do it?'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-111906777923260392</id><published>2005-06-18T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T12:09:39.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a fool would love so, I am a Fool !</title><content type='html'>Of purple rose and&lt;br /&gt; sound of falling sand.&lt;br /&gt;My tears row down&lt;br /&gt; like river flows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling inside&lt;br /&gt; no one can tell.&lt;br /&gt;How my heart yearns&lt;br /&gt; to find yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love a trick&lt;br /&gt; or a magic spell?&lt;br /&gt;That breaks the heart&lt;br /&gt; and leaves it to blead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of many years,&lt;br /&gt; many searching.&lt;br /&gt;Of many finding&lt;br /&gt; and many seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of many years of waiting&lt;br /&gt; for the moment of truth.&lt;br /&gt;Of many moments&lt;br /&gt; the truth awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a fool would do so,&lt;br /&gt;Only a fool would love so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ask for your love&lt;br /&gt; to be exchanged for mine,&lt;br /&gt;What answer will you give me?&lt;br /&gt; That i want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so...&lt;br /&gt; but your love,&lt;br /&gt;will i recieve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-111906777923260392?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/111906777923260392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=111906777923260392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111906777923260392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111906777923260392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2005/06/only-fool-would-love-so-i-am-fool.html' title='Only a fool would love so, I am a Fool !'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-111785729904664255</id><published>2005-06-03T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:54:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying too hard...</title><content type='html'>Trying to find the reason for living.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the purpose of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find my identity in this life.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to succeed yet failed.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do the right things but was always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be the best and somehow realized the fact that I’m never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to live up to your expectations&lt;br /&gt;Trying to live up to your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Trying to live up to your hopes&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;(But I let you down too often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate myself for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-111785729904664255?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/111785729904664255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=111785729904664255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111785729904664255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111785729904664255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2005/06/trying-too-hard.html' title='Trying too hard...'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-111785678836114626</id><published>2005-06-03T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:46:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Everything, For Nothing</title><content type='html'>For every mistake I’ve made.&lt;br /&gt;For every pain I’ve cost.&lt;br /&gt;For every sorrow I’ve brought.&lt;br /&gt;For every regrets…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every little thing I should have done,&lt;br /&gt;That would have made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every chance I should have toke,&lt;br /&gt;That could change everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every change, I should have made long ago…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything that I’ve done that is always wrong,&lt;br /&gt;For every tear drop won’t turn back time&lt;br /&gt;For letting go and moving on with life as it is, is hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-111785678836114626?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/111785678836114626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=111785678836114626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111785678836114626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111785678836114626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-everything-for-nothing.html' title='For Everything, For Nothing'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-111477221532768420</id><published>2005-04-28T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:10:25.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving You...  Is So Hard... (Still Waiting)</title><content type='html'>Sitting here,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for your call.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like eternalty,&lt;br /&gt;each second and minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coundn't sleep in days.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how does if feels like,&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for your call?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the question ... will you ever call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;but do you feel the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-111477221532768420?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/111477221532768420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=111477221532768420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111477221532768420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111477221532768420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2005/04/loving-you-is-so-hard-still-waiting.html' title='Loving You...  Is So Hard... (Still Waiting)'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-111424005607562442</id><published>2005-04-23T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T15:07:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You? (Leaving)</title><content type='html'>Will you miss me, if I tell you that I’m leaving?&lt;br /&gt;Will you miss my smile, if I tell you that you are never going to see me again?&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me because I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still remember me, if I’m already gone?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still remember my smile, if I tell you I’m never coming back?&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me because I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss your smile,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll remember you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll remember you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please tell me if you’ll miss me.&lt;br /&gt;So please tell me if you’ll remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m really leaving&lt;br /&gt;And today’s the last day we’ll be together…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-111424005607562442?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/111424005607562442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=111424005607562442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111424005607562442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111424005607562442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2005/04/will-you-leaving.html' title='Will You? (Leaving)'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-111423882876099935</id><published>2005-04-20T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:47:08.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*I guess I can never get to call you mine.</title><content type='html'>It was love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;The time I saw you through that door&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted away&lt;br /&gt;As I saw your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each move you make&lt;br /&gt;Each word you say&lt;br /&gt;I try to remember&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I toke the time to know you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I toke the time to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I toke the time to tell you&lt;br /&gt;How much I adore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was too shy&lt;br /&gt;Or just scared to tell you&lt;br /&gt;the feelings I have for you&lt;br /&gt;everything behind each&lt;br /&gt;time I smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had you in my arms now&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could feel my heard beating&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could hear you tell me&lt;br /&gt;“I LOVE YOU”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling regret I am,&lt;br /&gt;For letting every moment pass&lt;br /&gt;Without telling you know my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories is all that I have now&lt;br /&gt;As you will always remain&lt;br /&gt;In my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I guess I can never get to call you mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-111423882876099935?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/111423882876099935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=111423882876099935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111423882876099935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111423882876099935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-guess-i-can-never-get-to-call-you.html' title='*I guess I can never get to call you mine.'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-111919314617135281</id><published>2005-04-15T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:01:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecclesiestes 3:1-3</title><content type='html'>Ecclesiestes 3:1-3&lt;br /&gt;Time changes things,&lt;br /&gt;Time changes people,&lt;br /&gt;Time changes everything under the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Time changes everything unless it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True courage,&lt;br /&gt;True friendship,&lt;br /&gt;True love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to love and time to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Time to think and ponder about&lt;br /&gt;"Will you still remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;even after I leave.&lt;br /&gt;or is it going to end now?&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the junction&lt;br /&gt;which leads to the next turning of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be leaving the times spend&lt;br /&gt;leaving the joy and happiness&lt;br /&gt;You've bought in to my life.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing we won't be leaving behind&lt;br /&gt;is the memories of both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sence of happiness fills me&lt;br /&gt;each time you are near,&lt;br /&gt;Your presence is all that make my day,&lt;br /&gt;A day to look forward for&lt;br /&gt;A day worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each simple conversation we had,&lt;br /&gt;Each time you unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;put a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;means a lot to me,&lt;br /&gt;and did make a difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how things will end&lt;br /&gt;but i do know one thing&lt;br /&gt;It's that our friendship will never end&lt;br /&gt;and you will always remain&lt;br /&gt;in my thoughts... forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-111919314617135281?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/111919314617135281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=111919314617135281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111919314617135281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/111919314617135281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2005/04/ecclesiestes-31-3_15.html' title='Ecclesiestes 3:1-3'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-110213003670522092</id><published>2004-12-04T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T11:13:56.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless</title><content type='html'>sitting here feeling useless&lt;br /&gt;i'm nobody&lt;br /&gt;who cares about me?&lt;br /&gt;who cares about how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;nobody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depress of my life&lt;br /&gt;after all these years&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to work out my way&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems right&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is this?&lt;br /&gt;why am i living in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;useless life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-110213003670522092?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/110213003670522092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=110213003670522092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110213003670522092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110213003670522092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/12/useless.html' title='useless'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-110213459838098813</id><published>2004-11-27T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:34:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never love again</title><content type='html'>I had too much&lt;br /&gt;Why must it always end this way?&lt;br /&gt;After too much heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels so worthless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of all those lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of you and your silly self&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to go through so much pain&lt;br /&gt;Just to realise love isn't there to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had too much&lt;br /&gt;Been in too many relationships&lt;br /&gt;Too much break up&lt;br /&gt;Too much till nothing can mend&lt;br /&gt;My acking heart back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking each time&lt;br /&gt;"He'll be different"&lt;br /&gt;But now i know all guys are the same&lt;br /&gt;They hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;They kiss you good bye&lt;br /&gt;They make you cry&lt;br /&gt;They leave your heart bleading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of love&lt;br /&gt;Dont want it again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never love again&lt;br /&gt;Since the only thing it brought&lt;br /&gt;Is pain and sorrow into my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-110213459838098813?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/110213459838098813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=110213459838098813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110213459838098813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110213459838098813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/11/never-love-again.html' title='Never love again'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-110147273571436180</id><published>2004-11-26T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T20:38:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Days come days pass,&lt;br /&gt;Friends come friends go,&lt;br /&gt;I am here waithing,&lt;br /&gt;To see who will truly stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-110147273571436180?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/110147273571436180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=110147273571436180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110147273571436180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110147273571436180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-110213121189392818</id><published>2004-11-23T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T12:39:50.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought no one cares&lt;br /&gt;You were there to hold my hands&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought everything would end&lt;br /&gt;You were there to catch me in time&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought everything had gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;You were there to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I was not going to make it&lt;br /&gt;You were there to carry me through&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought there was no one there for me&lt;br /&gt;You were right next to me regartless time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never got tired of me&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know what you see in me&lt;br /&gt;How I had done so many wrong things&lt;br /&gt;How I've broke your heart so many times&lt;br /&gt;How I had loose my temper and got on your nerves&lt;br /&gt;How I've not appreciate you all this while&lt;br /&gt;Oh! how I stumbled and fall&lt;br /&gt;Oh! how I did not noticed&lt;br /&gt;Nomather what I am,&lt;br /&gt;You still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this poem now&lt;br /&gt;And it's dedicated it to only you&lt;br /&gt;To tell you that I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I love you and will always do&lt;br /&gt;Each word pared up with a tear&lt;br /&gt;I realised how important you are to me, now,&lt;br /&gt;And how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it might be a little late&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was not because of you&lt;br /&gt;I may not be living my life&lt;br /&gt;The way i am now&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;Right there for me always :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-110213121189392818?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/110213121189392818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=110213121189392818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110213121189392818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110213121189392818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-110147855753401654</id><published>2004-11-20T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T17:10:30.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Long, The Feeling Has Gone</title><content type='html'>Erm… well I was finding it very hard to sleep when I suddenly had the urge to write this poem… i like this poem very much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling has gone&lt;br /&gt;I’ve waited too long&lt;br /&gt;You want me back now&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;It’s already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling has gone&lt;br /&gt;I can’t have it back&lt;br /&gt;For you I’ll truly try&lt;br /&gt;But somehow&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t seems right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling has gone&lt;br /&gt;Why must you make me wait so long?&lt;br /&gt;I was passionate for your love once,&lt;br /&gt;But it somehow dried up along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling has gone&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel so lost&lt;br /&gt;So please teach me how to get&lt;br /&gt;This feeling back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling has gone&lt;br /&gt;I blamed you for asking me to wait so long&lt;br /&gt;I blame myself for letting the feeing go&lt;br /&gt;But it’s useless to blame now&lt;br /&gt;Coz the feeling I once had for you is now history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling has gone&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would last for long&lt;br /&gt;But there is nothing I can do or say&lt;br /&gt;To make this feeling came back and stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling has gone&lt;br /&gt;I suggest we move on&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the past&lt;br /&gt;Moving on with the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had parted our ways once,&lt;br /&gt;We can do it again too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day fate will bring us&lt;br /&gt;back together again&lt;br /&gt;or maybe we might not meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;I will still remember&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I had for you&lt;br /&gt;And how I’ve waited too long,&lt;br /&gt;Till the feeling has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-110147855753401654?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/110147855753401654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=110147855753401654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110147855753401654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110147855753401654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/11/too-long-feeling-has-gone.html' title='Too Long, The Feeling Has Gone'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-110147630787097640</id><published>2004-11-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:29:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Way To Love</title><content type='html'>Hardest Way To Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst way to miss someone is when that person is sitting right next to you but you know that you can’t have that special someone *-* read the poem to the end and you'll realised that it's a very stupid poem.. or i think it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;That other day&lt;br /&gt;The sky were bright&lt;br /&gt;The air were fresh&lt;br /&gt;The birds sang their wonderful song&lt;br /&gt;And the colorful fishes&lt;br /&gt;Swimming around in the&lt;br /&gt;Stream nearby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;That other day&lt;br /&gt;We sat together&lt;br /&gt;Under the orange leave&lt;br /&gt;Of the big shady tree&lt;br /&gt;Talking and talking&lt;br /&gt;Sharing our&lt;br /&gt;Deepest desire and dreams&lt;br /&gt;And almost everything&lt;br /&gt;That came through our mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that day very well&lt;br /&gt;It was the day that I told you&lt;br /&gt;That I liked someone for a long time&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t say who,&lt;br /&gt;But deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would know&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that day too&lt;br /&gt;That you told me&lt;br /&gt;The girl of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;The girl that you love&lt;br /&gt;The girl that melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;The girl that you want&lt;br /&gt;To spend eternity with&lt;br /&gt;And the girl&lt;br /&gt;that you were talking about is&lt;br /&gt;my best friend Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretended well&lt;br /&gt;I acted so well&lt;br /&gt;Too well till you&lt;br /&gt;Did not noticed&lt;br /&gt;The hurt inside of me&lt;br /&gt;How deep the cut was&lt;br /&gt;It beaded like it’ll never stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even let you hold my hands&lt;br /&gt;As you showed me&lt;br /&gt;How you would hold hers&lt;br /&gt;If only she was yours&lt;br /&gt;You said you’ll never let her go&lt;br /&gt;I wish you’ll never let mine go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I had inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Was indescribable&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how I felt that day&lt;br /&gt;How I wanted to let my tears stream down&lt;br /&gt;And tell you&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed the worst way&lt;br /&gt;To love someone&lt;br /&gt;Is when that person&lt;br /&gt;Is sitting right next to you&lt;br /&gt;But you know fair well&lt;br /&gt;That you can’t have&lt;br /&gt;That special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you heart&lt;br /&gt;Has already been given&lt;br /&gt;To someone else&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is&lt;br /&gt;Wish you happiness&lt;br /&gt;Because when I see you happy&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be happy for you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-110147630787097640?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/110147630787097640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=110147630787097640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110147630787097640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110147630787097640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/11/hardest-way-to-love.html' title='The Hardest Way To Love'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-110000769082142445</id><published>2004-11-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:22:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL Alone</title><content type='html'>i always had this feeling inside me all along therefore i penned it down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never wanted to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always wanted someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;Or someone who will talk to me&lt;br /&gt;While I listen patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not happy now&lt;br /&gt;But who can I turn to?&lt;br /&gt;Who can take the hurt and pain inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see anyone there for me&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that would hear my cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never wanted to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Like I always do&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much&lt;br /&gt;For someone to hold me&lt;br /&gt;But there isn’t anyone&lt;br /&gt;there when I reach out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one I can talk to&lt;br /&gt;There is no one I can turn no&lt;br /&gt;There is no one that can lend me&lt;br /&gt;a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I finally realized&lt;br /&gt;There is no one that will be there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know you are busy’&lt;br /&gt;‘Sorry to disturb’&lt;br /&gt;are always the last line&lt;br /&gt;when I talk to someone&lt;br /&gt;I understand that everyone&lt;br /&gt;Has their life to live&lt;br /&gt;And each time I asked myself&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone really care about me?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I not worth to talk to&lt;br /&gt;Am I just better off my own?&lt;br /&gt;Because I realized&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of selfish people&lt;br /&gt;That cares about nothing but themselves&lt;br /&gt;And people whom they are interested in only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-110000769082142445?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/110000769082142445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=110000769082142445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110000769082142445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110000769082142445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/11/all-alone.html' title='ALL Alone'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-110000618117292467</id><published>2004-10-31T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:24:38.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each star represents 5 times  I MISS U and  5  times I LOVE YOU! </title><content type='html'>as you people know that i like to fold paper stars..right?.. here is a poem i wrote about it. btw, my name means star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A wish upon a STAR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a beauty, as they lit up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Blinking their way, all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;And yet how can people fail to see&lt;br /&gt;Something so lovely&lt;br /&gt;Something to special&lt;br /&gt;In each and every star?&lt;br /&gt;The hidden messages&lt;br /&gt;And mystery behind glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish upon a star.&lt;br /&gt;Upon a fantastic sight of a falling star,&lt;br /&gt;That you could see and feel&lt;br /&gt;My feelings I’ve hide&lt;br /&gt;Behind each and every&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle – twinkle little star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You are every star in my life&lt;br /&gt;And because of that&lt;br /&gt;I fold glow-in-dark paper stars&lt;br /&gt;But I only fold them&lt;br /&gt;when I am thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;because each star represents&lt;br /&gt;five times of ‘I MISS YOU’&lt;br /&gt;and five times of ‘I LOVE YOU’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the years&lt;br /&gt;Never one failed to fold paper stars&lt;br /&gt;Each time the thought of you cross my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now folded paper stars filled my room,&lt;br /&gt;All in different glow-in-dark colors,&lt;br /&gt;And if you will to count them,&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;You will know how much&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU and I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-110000618117292467?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/110000618117292467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=110000618117292467' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110000618117292467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110000618117292467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-110000342559974381</id><published>2004-10-28T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T20:35:46.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a little CRUSH, Everytime we TOUCH!</title><content type='html'>i was looking at the picture of me and a guy friend of mine when i suddently thought of writting a poem... this poem...   *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s just a little CRUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the way you walk?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the way you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the way you move?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it your personality&lt;br /&gt;That seems appealing to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve known you for half a year&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know you well&lt;br /&gt;So what is it about you&lt;br /&gt;That makes me have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sense of happiness fills me&lt;br /&gt;Each time you are near&lt;br /&gt;Your presences is all that make my day&lt;br /&gt;A day to look forward&lt;br /&gt;School ends today for me,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you.&lt;br /&gt;But this is the last for both of us coz&lt;br /&gt;You will be going to university&lt;br /&gt;While I will be going to college next year.&lt;br /&gt;And well, I’m sitting here wondering&lt;br /&gt;If we will ever meet again&lt;br /&gt;Or if we will ever have the chance&lt;br /&gt;to talk to each other again.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly is&lt;br /&gt;Will you still remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it all going to end now,&lt;br /&gt;After schooling days are over&lt;br /&gt;And here we stand at the end of the junction,&lt;br /&gt;That leads to the next turning of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking at the picture of us&lt;br /&gt;that we toke the other day.&lt;br /&gt;You stood so close to me&lt;br /&gt;Both of us smiled as the camera flashed.&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t know how much I wanted&lt;br /&gt;To hold your hands, give you a kiss&lt;br /&gt;And run away the very next minute&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I will be blushing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that it’s all fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Things that are untrue&lt;br /&gt;Things that play with the heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;Coz it’s just a little crush&lt;br /&gt;Its just a little feeling&lt;br /&gt;That remains in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-110000342559974381?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/110000342559974381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=110000342559974381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110000342559974381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/110000342559974381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-just-little-crush-everytime-we.html' title='It&apos;s just a little CRUSH, Everytime we TOUCH!'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109859926963525010</id><published>2004-10-24T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:27:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding ME!</title><content type='html'>gosh~ this was supposed to be written in my journal and not supposed to be a poem.. but I don't know why I end up writing it in a poem form... Anyway... I will post it in both sides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misunderstanding Stress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my friends said that I am too hardworking&lt;br /&gt;they don't understand why I study so hard.&lt;br /&gt;some of my friends said said that I am scared of exams&lt;br /&gt;they just don't understand why I cried so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Just because of the fact that I get very sick before major exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows me better than myself,&lt;br /&gt;therefore I want you people to know,&lt;br /&gt;that I am like that because of stress...&lt;br /&gt;and not because I am scared of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends, you see..&lt;br /&gt;there is a misunderstanding somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;coz I get stress not because of fear,&lt;br /&gt;I get stress because of pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109859926963525010?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109859926963525010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109859926963525010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109859926963525010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109859926963525010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/misunderstanding-me.html' title='Misunderstanding ME!'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109859828823325847</id><published>2004-10-24T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:57:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cried</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write this poem yesterday but just couldn't do it... So I wrote it today... arg!!! My neighbor is shouting now.. Again... Very frustrating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow I still need to write this poem... Ok here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever cried your heart out,&lt;br /&gt;till you feel like laughing at yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever hit the lowest point of your life,&lt;br /&gt;till you feel it can't get any lower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;that I felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;I cried so long,&lt;br /&gt;till I couldn't remember&lt;br /&gt;what I was crying for&lt;br /&gt;and suddently,&lt;br /&gt;I burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;At that point,&lt;br /&gt;I did not know&lt;br /&gt;that I was actually&lt;br /&gt;crying or laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everything I do&lt;br /&gt;always against you?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everything I do&lt;br /&gt;not good enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am suppose to study now,&lt;br /&gt;exams are around the corner,&lt;br /&gt;But I could not help it,&lt;br /&gt;but to pen down my feelings&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;just like any other writings,&lt;br /&gt;but unintentionally it turned out to be a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to church today&lt;br /&gt;I could not find any reason to go.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;why I had been going to church&lt;br /&gt;all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109859828823325847?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109859828823325847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109859828823325847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109859828823325847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109859828823325847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/cried.html' title='Cried'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109851211713121475</id><published>2004-10-23T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T14:15:17.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>well.. i did not write this lovely poem... coz someone else already did... and yeah.. i copy it from friendster buletin board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts to love someone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and not be loved in return, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what is most painful is to love someone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and never finding the courage to let the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;person know how you feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe God wants us to meet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a few wrong people &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;before meeting the right one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so that when we finally &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;meet the right person, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we should know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you take away the feeling,&lt;br /&gt;the passion, the romance -&lt;br /&gt;and you find out you still care for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sad thing about life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is when you meet someone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that means a lot to you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only to find out in the end, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that it was never bound to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you just have to let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When one door of happiness closes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;another opens but often we look &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so long at the closed door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that we don't see the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which has been opened for us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best kind of friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the one you could sit on a porch, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and swing with, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never say a word, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then walk away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling like that was the best &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;conversation you've had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that we don't know&lt;br /&gt;what we've got until we lose it,&lt;br /&gt;but it's also true that we don't know&lt;br /&gt;what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving someone all your love&lt;br /&gt;is never an assurance that they'll love you back,&lt;br /&gt;don't expect love in return,&lt;br /&gt;just wait for it to grow in their&lt;br /&gt;hearts but if it doesn't,&lt;br /&gt;be content it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things you love to hear&lt;br /&gt;but you would never hear&lt;br /&gt;it from the person from whom&lt;br /&gt;you would like to hear it,&lt;br /&gt;but don't be deaf to hear it from the person&lt;br /&gt;who says it with his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;when you still want to try,&lt;br /&gt;never give up when&lt;br /&gt;you still feel you can take it,&lt;br /&gt;never say you don't love that person&lt;br /&gt;anymore when you can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who still hope,&lt;br /&gt;even though they've been disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;to those who still believe ,&lt;br /&gt;even though they've been betrayed,&lt;br /&gt;need to love those who still love&lt;br /&gt;even though they've been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes a minute &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to have a crush on someone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;an hour to like someone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a day to love someone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it takes a lifetime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to forget someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks,&lt;br /&gt;it can deceive,&lt;br /&gt;don't go for wealth,&lt;br /&gt;even that fades away.&lt;br /&gt;Go for someone&lt;br /&gt;who makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;because only a smile&lt;br /&gt;makes a dark day seem bright.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you find that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are moments in life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you really miss someone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you want to pick them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from your dreams &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hug them for real. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope you dream of that someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream what you want to dream, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go where you want to go, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be what you want to be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you have only one life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and one chance to do all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the things you want in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness&lt;br /&gt;to make you sweet,&lt;br /&gt;enough trials to make you strong,&lt;br /&gt;enough sorrow to keep you human,&lt;br /&gt;enough hope to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;and enough money to buy me gifts&lt;br /&gt;Always put yourself in other's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that it hurts you,&lt;br /&gt;it probably hurts the person, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A careless word may kindle strife,&lt;br /&gt;a cruel word may wreck a life,&lt;br /&gt;a timely word may level stress,&lt;br /&gt;a loving word may heal and bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of love&lt;br /&gt;is to let those we love&lt;br /&gt;be perfectly themselves,&lt;br /&gt;and not to twist them with our own image,&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, we love only&lt;br /&gt;the reflection of ourselves we find in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people&lt;br /&gt;don't necessarily have the best of everything&lt;br /&gt;they just make the most of everything&lt;br /&gt;that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness lies for those who cry,&lt;br /&gt;those who hurt,&lt;br /&gt;those who have searched and those who have tried.&lt;br /&gt;For only they can appreciate&lt;br /&gt;the importance of people&lt;br /&gt;who have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love starts with a smile, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;develops with a kiss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ends with a tear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future&lt;br /&gt;will always be based on a forgotten past,&lt;br /&gt;you can't go on well in life&lt;br /&gt;until you let go of your past&lt;br /&gt;failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109851211713121475?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109851211713121475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109851211713121475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109851211713121475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109851211713121475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109846413489827549</id><published>2004-10-23T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T01:05:41.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Second chance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back,&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;The first time you smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;How sweet indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back,&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;How you came over,&lt;br /&gt;Introduce yourself and&lt;br /&gt;Said that I was the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back,&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;How I gazed into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Under the starry sky,&lt;br /&gt;Beamed and said “Thank You”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back,&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;How we spend the night together,&lt;br /&gt;Under the bright moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;Sharing our thoughts and dreams together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back,&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow down my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the pleasant things,&lt;br /&gt;That happened between us and&lt;br /&gt;We thought would never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow things just turned sour,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how we argue over petty things,&lt;br /&gt;Instantly break my heart&lt;br /&gt;And unknowingly we weren’t seeing each other anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can be blamed,&lt;br /&gt;We each had our lives to live.&lt;br /&gt;No one can deny,&lt;br /&gt;How we had missed the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you”&lt;br /&gt;These words still ring in my ears,&lt;br /&gt;Although it had been a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Since you held my hands and said those words to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about all the things you’ve said to me?&lt;br /&gt;What about all the promises we’ve made together?&lt;br /&gt;What about our undying love we said would never fade?&lt;br /&gt;What about my love for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed,&lt;br /&gt;But do you know I still love you?&lt;br /&gt;But do you know I still miss you?&lt;br /&gt;But do you know I am still keeping&lt;br /&gt;the first valentine card you gave me?&lt;br /&gt;But do you know I still remember&lt;br /&gt;all the things you’ve said to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to part in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we just sit together and talk things over?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I just turn back time,&lt;br /&gt;And make everything all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all that’s in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Is how much I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;How much I want to come back&lt;br /&gt;to your familiar embrace.&lt;br /&gt;How much I miss your&lt;br /&gt;“I love you” and “Till death do us part”&lt;br /&gt;like you did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we give each other a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;to make it up somehow?&lt;br /&gt;And not making the same silly mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;That we’ve made before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109846413489827549?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109846413489827549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109846413489827549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109846413489827549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109846413489827549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/2nd-chance.html' title='2nd chance?'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109819828127761717</id><published>2004-10-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T22:59:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Possible ? ! ? !</title><content type='html'>I saw a show just now and as I see the show I begin to wonder 'Is it possible to have feelings for someone without even realizing it?' I was about to write a poem.. But lazy to think.. After a long day at school and tuition... So I only manage to finish the 1st part of the poem... See when I am free then only I will finish the whole poem.. If I am ever able to finish it lar... haha.. I don't think it looks like a poem either.. :p but never mind lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is It Possible?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings inside me may deceive&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts in mind might go haywire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it possible to care about someone&lt;br /&gt;without me myself realizing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to miss someone&lt;br /&gt;without me myself realizing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is possible to love someone&lt;br /&gt;without me myself realizing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to have feelings for someone&lt;br /&gt;but me myself did not realized it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head burst out with questions asking these questions..&lt;br /&gt;and yet the answer is nowhere to be seen or heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109819828127761717?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109819828127761717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109819828127761717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109819828127761717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109819828127761717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/is-it-possible.html' title='Is It Possible ? ! ? !'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109818237029641621</id><published>2004-10-19T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T20:09:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friend</title><content type='html'>Well.. I wrote this poem right after I came back from school today... Wasn't feeling very glad either... Ok here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me,&lt;br /&gt;I need to know,&lt;br /&gt;What is a &lt;em&gt;true friend&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a &lt;em&gt;true friend&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many questions in my head,&lt;br /&gt;How should a &lt;em&gt;true friend&lt;/em&gt; be?&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find him/her ?&lt;br /&gt;or does&lt;em&gt; true friend&lt;/em&gt; really exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come, friends go,&lt;br /&gt;Neither one that I can find&lt;br /&gt;I can put my trust on,&lt;br /&gt;Neither one I can find&lt;br /&gt;I can truly depend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone,&lt;br /&gt;looking around,&lt;br /&gt;at everyone me,&lt;br /&gt;that I call my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's all so fake!"&lt;br /&gt;These words burst outta my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Strange stares all around me,&lt;br /&gt;But none can feel the feeling inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I felt,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that all of them are so fake,&lt;br /&gt;Like as if wearing a mask on to hide their 'real' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around silently,&lt;br /&gt;When they are not realizing,&lt;br /&gt;Only to see,&lt;br /&gt;What I had not expected,&lt;br /&gt;That is their true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that cheat on me,&lt;br /&gt;Friends that take advantage of me,&lt;br /&gt;Friends that are nice to me,&lt;br /&gt;but talked behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years,&lt;br /&gt;my trust melted away,&lt;br /&gt;I no longer can trust,&lt;br /&gt;like the way I do before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt is deep within me,&lt;br /&gt;I am very numb now,&lt;br /&gt;No longer is there pain&lt;br /&gt;when friends deceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my experience,&lt;br /&gt;I have not loose hope&lt;br /&gt;or yet, I think,&lt;br /&gt;And I will always be searching&lt;br /&gt;Forever more my &lt;em&gt;true friend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend to share my deepest desire,&lt;br /&gt;A friend to lean on when I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;A friend to catch me, A friend to hold me,&lt;br /&gt;When I fall to the steepest valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend that appreciate my presents,&lt;br /&gt;A friend that is sincere and honest,&lt;br /&gt;A friend that does not discriminate my lacking,&lt;br /&gt;A friend that will hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;and walk with me through the ups and downs of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;True friend&lt;/em&gt; of mine, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;true friend&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;when I've found you,&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be your&lt;em&gt; true friend&lt;/em&gt; too,&lt;br /&gt;but I too am human&lt;br /&gt;and I might fail sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;and so I don't expect you to be, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not I find you&lt;br /&gt;I will still have to stop writing now,&lt;br /&gt;Therefore wherever you are, my &lt;em&gt;true friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will be my dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109818237029641621?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109818237029641621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109818237029641621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109818237029641621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109818237029641621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/true-friend.html' title='True Friend'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109801019689795637</id><published>2004-10-17T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T18:49:56.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends's poem...  Sweet Twenty</title><content type='html'>B-Boy in B-Danz wrote:&lt;br /&gt;i call it SWEET TWENTY... here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Finally you are twenty,&lt;br /&gt;Young and fresh and pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Time to show of your beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, think carefully,&lt;br /&gt;Life ain’t just physically,&lt;br /&gt;But what you got, mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cause, friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with them happily,&lt;br /&gt;Cherish their present fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;The most important thingy,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you sweet twenty.&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109801019689795637?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109801019689795637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109801019689795637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109801019689795637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109801019689795637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-friendss-poem-sweet-twenty.html' title='My friends&apos;s poem...  Sweet Twenty'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109790753164475542</id><published>2004-10-16T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T14:18:51.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>i wrote this when i couldn't sleep yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:35am now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still awake&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the wall&lt;br /&gt;thinking only of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like calling you,&lt;br /&gt;I want to call you!&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't bear waking you up&lt;br /&gt;At this hour of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I could call you,&lt;br /&gt;regardless the time&lt;br /&gt;But will I only be disturbing you?&lt;br /&gt;If I really do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you always in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Now all I am doing is thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't get you outta my head&lt;br /&gt;Is this the sign of love?&lt;br /&gt;Am I in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I would smile&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all you've said to me&lt;br /&gt;Gives me joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I have little faith and trust&lt;br /&gt;What if there were little lies in your words?&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself again and again.&lt;br /&gt;How am I to know,&lt;br /&gt;What you are saying is the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109790753164475542?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109758359160677863</id><published>2004-10-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:28:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM poem</title><content type='html'>Exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams can be depressing&lt;br /&gt;Why are they such a curse&lt;br /&gt;You can do all the studying&lt;br /&gt;But yet your bubble bursts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything falls apart&lt;br /&gt;And again you're left behind&lt;br /&gt;Why not the passing mark&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they be more kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could really try your best&lt;br /&gt;And it still wouldn't be enough&lt;br /&gt;It's not like you've worked less&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's luck that's tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make some dumb mistake&lt;br /&gt;And everything just crumbles&lt;br /&gt;Oh what really does it take&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lose my marbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking I'm depressed&lt;br /&gt;Then have one worry less&lt;br /&gt;Its not me that gets so sad&lt;br /&gt;But others get hit bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so pressured for perfection&lt;br /&gt;That failure sparks reaction&lt;br /&gt;Be it from within&lt;br /&gt;Or teachers, friends and kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these people I often wonder&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything I could offer&lt;br /&gt;To help them ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just keep them sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there words of wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;May I pen them in a poem?&lt;br /&gt;That will work like penicillin&lt;br /&gt;And wipe their worries clean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No solution can be found&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can put down&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all earthly answers&lt;br /&gt;I can only offer them my prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my divine solution&lt;br /&gt;With that, a perfect conclusion&lt;br /&gt;Now leave me alone to wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why I worry so much for others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. no i did not write this poem... i 'stole' if from Andrew's webpage coz i find it interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109758359160677863?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109758359160677863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109758359160677863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109758359160677863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109758359160677863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/spm-poem.html' title='SPM poem'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109730461834686752</id><published>2004-10-09T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T18:57:15.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone</title><content type='html'>was doing my eknonomi revision, when I suddenly look at my handphone...&lt;br /&gt;the thought of him just came up to my mind... and I decided to write this down before I forget the lines... I name it Phone coz I was looking at my handphone when I was thinking what to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;I heard your voice,&lt;br /&gt;Blood rushed up my face,&lt;br /&gt;I coundn't speak&lt;br /&gt;Hello!! Hello??&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck, I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at my phone,&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow down my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I wanted so much to call you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to listen to your voice,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to know you better,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to ask you "How are you today?"&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I could call you,&lt;br /&gt;You told me you would be there,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what you said.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused,&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;What if it was just mere saying?&lt;br /&gt;What if all you were doing&lt;br /&gt;was fooling around with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared,&lt;br /&gt;What if I called&lt;br /&gt;and you were busy?&lt;br /&gt;What if all I am doing&lt;br /&gt;is just disturbing your peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you would call,&lt;br /&gt;When? I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;or are you actually saying it&lt;br /&gt;just for fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Patience is not what I always have,&lt;br /&gt;but I keep waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you would&lt;br /&gt;someday call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109730461834686752?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109730461834686752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109730461834686752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109730461834686752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109730461834686752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/phone.html' title='Phone'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109736405313277827</id><published>2004-10-07T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:27:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Dearest,</title><content type='html'>well.. i read the book A Peak In To The Father's Heart by Irene Swan and i suddently felt that my relationship with the Father Lord had gone luke worm or cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;Show me more&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Show me more&lt;br /&gt;Show me more&lt;br /&gt;of you each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hunger for you&lt;br /&gt;more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;I thurst for you&lt;br /&gt;more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek and you shall find,&lt;br /&gt;But to me you seem so far away,&lt;br /&gt;Ask and it shall be given,&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know how Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Teach me Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I seek for you, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I ask of you, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give me a glimse of You,&lt;br /&gt;To understand You more,&lt;br /&gt;To be closer to You,&lt;br /&gt;To be in love with You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to describe&lt;br /&gt;how i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;All i want now&lt;br /&gt;is to wait upon you.&lt;br /&gt;I need you more,&lt;br /&gt;I want you more,&lt;br /&gt;Your presence is all&lt;br /&gt;that meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i find You, Lord?&lt;br /&gt;How can I seek You, Lord?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I find You, Lord?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I seek You, Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;nether words not actions&lt;br /&gt;could describe&lt;br /&gt;how I am feeling now,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you,&lt;br /&gt;I want you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Daddy dearest hear me&lt;br /&gt;hear me cry out&lt;br /&gt;'I want to be closer to You!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it happen?&lt;br /&gt;When can it start?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lord please help me&lt;br /&gt;to know You better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109736405313277827?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109736405313277827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109736405313277827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109736405313277827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109736405313277827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/daddy-dearest.html' title='Daddy Dearest,'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109716657532594042</id><published>2004-10-05T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:41:58.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this to you Andrew.. Ok here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot forget the first time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;You were the star, You were the light,&lt;br /&gt;I felt my knees shaking, I nearly melted away,&lt;br /&gt;By just seeing you, I could faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time you sang&lt;br /&gt;Man Bai's song 'Kau Ilhamku'&lt;br /&gt;till the sun falls down&lt;br /&gt;You will always be the best&lt;br /&gt;the best of the best&lt;br /&gt;the best to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your deep voice&lt;br /&gt;Your good looks&lt;br /&gt;you are the one&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unintentionally to myself&lt;br /&gt;You are my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;in things that I do&lt;br /&gt;I look up to you&lt;br /&gt;In everything I do&lt;br /&gt;You are like a messenger&lt;br /&gt;a messenger from God to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, you are a light&lt;br /&gt;a very bright light&lt;br /&gt;a light that will shine&lt;br /&gt;unto the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my "ILHAM'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw Andrew's webside is really cool...&lt;br /&gt;i like all his poems and pictures... they r all great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ndrew.allseeks.com/"&gt;http://ndrew.allseeks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. here is another one .. an interview with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://203.115.194.76/purplesofa/story.asp?file=/2004/10/6/psofa/9054871&amp;sec=psofa"&gt;http://203.115.194.76/purplesofa/story.asp?file=/2004/10/6/psofa/9054871&amp;amp;sec=psofa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109716657532594042?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109716657532594042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109716657532594042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109716657532594042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109716657532594042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109716417924615479</id><published>2004-10-05T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T17:09:44.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>haha.. if you can figure out who or what i am refering to in this poem, then i'll give you a treat but only the 1st one that run to me and tell me the answer... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day without you&lt;br /&gt;makes my life incomplete&lt;br /&gt;One day without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are important&lt;br /&gt;yes you are&lt;br /&gt;I dare not think&lt;br /&gt;What would it be like&lt;br /&gt;without you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there&lt;br /&gt;when I needed you the most&lt;br /&gt;not always&lt;br /&gt;but you stay ever faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you maked me smile&lt;br /&gt;when I was down&lt;br /&gt;you hold me close&lt;br /&gt;and dried my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times&lt;br /&gt;My life was falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;you picked me up&lt;br /&gt;Make me forget the hell&lt;br /&gt;I've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109716417924615479?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109716417924615479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109716417924615479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109716417924615479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109716417924615479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/without-you.html' title='Without YOU!!!'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591923.post-109716299543909159</id><published>2004-10-05T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T10:36:06.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy</title><content type='html'>I wrote this when over depression.. over my studies... well.. you can figure out the rest about this poem .. that is written too long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, I am&lt;br /&gt;Depress, I am&lt;br /&gt;Tired, I am&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the anger&lt;br /&gt;turned to energy&lt;br /&gt;With all my might&lt;br /&gt;I ran that machine&lt;br /&gt;Sweat dripping down my face&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shouting and&lt;br /&gt;forgetting everything in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you knew,&lt;br /&gt;I was never happy,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you still persist,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it was the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;As all I felt&lt;br /&gt;was meaningless in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying now&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying now&lt;br /&gt;Many a times I tried not to&lt;br /&gt;Not to cry and make things worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;My dear,&lt;br /&gt;Making me think&lt;br /&gt;life was all about it&lt;br /&gt;I know you meant well&lt;br /&gt;'It'll help you in your future' you say&lt;br /&gt;But did you care how I felt?&lt;br /&gt;Did it ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;that I am so fed up&lt;br /&gt;because all I was doing&lt;br /&gt;was just to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick now&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I had enough?&lt;br /&gt;The same routine day after day&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you know I did my BEST?&lt;br /&gt;it was always the best I had done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years,&lt;br /&gt;11 years an't a short time&lt;br /&gt;And yet I persist&lt;br /&gt;not to give up&lt;br /&gt;every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't satisfied&lt;br /&gt;By saying you were disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough&lt;br /&gt;After all these years&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;I wasted 11 years&lt;br /&gt;I was never happy&lt;br /&gt;didn't you see?&lt;br /&gt;I was never happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could just press rewind&lt;br /&gt;or is it the forward button&lt;br /&gt;that is better for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are shaking now&lt;br /&gt;Never would I confront you&lt;br /&gt;with all the things in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Knowing perfectly well&lt;br /&gt;what would you do&lt;br /&gt;if I told it all to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When problems arose&lt;br /&gt;I could not see&lt;br /&gt;I could not find&lt;br /&gt;Anyone around&lt;br /&gt;to hold me, to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;or just to be there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stronger now&lt;br /&gt;Stronger to live my life&lt;br /&gt;yes, thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;because people around&lt;br /&gt;are never reliable&lt;br /&gt;unintentionally&lt;br /&gt;you taught me that&lt;br /&gt;nobody could be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only sixteen&lt;br /&gt;and with an in-matured mind&lt;br /&gt;Now I am thinking&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;writing this silly poem&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't even rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8591923-109716299543909159?l=loveesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/feeds/109716299543909159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8591923&amp;postID=109716299543909159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109716299543909159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8591923/posts/default/109716299543909159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveesther.blogspot.com/2004/10/unhappy.html' title='Unhappy'/><author><name>Esther Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421307868239437658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jThaPVqWOA/R6sf-IJYLLI/AAAAAAAABCc/1iVQ-325sRM/S220/estheresther.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
