tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81208471109412717672011-07-08T06:47:37.406-07:00Esther Lianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827856212435441195noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120847110941271767.post-35983406769202000022009-10-09T00:48:00.000-07:002009-10-09T01:16:02.934-07:00So yea this is my new blog. At first I didn't really plan to let anybody know about this blog, because I was gonna blog about something personal and touchy. But.... I decided to publicize it due to people bugging me about my blog. It might end up abandoned again like the previous one, but if you truly care about me, you would still come back and read this blog =)<br /><br />Some of those who know earlier, you might have realized that I edited my post just to keep it private and confidential. Some things are just not meant to be known. It is my dark secret and I prefer to keep it that way.<br /><br />I don't know why am I so free blogging instead of studying. But I guess I need the NEED to express due to this newly-found PRE-SPM STRESS SYNDROME.<br />People are changing, I'm changing too. And I can't find anywhere else to express stuffs that I'm unable to express to anyone. People who used to be so close to listen has now move on in their lives, and therefore shall I too. It's not to say it's a sad thing, but life is meant to be moving forward. I have definitely met new people and love to be with them, but I will never forget my old loved ones. We just tend to always love new things and hang around it for quite a while, but the old me is still in me. =)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii193/esther114/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07817-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii193/esther114/DSC07817-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />SPM is in like what, 40 days?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'Lord, please HELP me!'</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">P.S : I don't know why I'm having this reflective, deep thinking mode? I can't stop thinking and thinking and thinking and at the end indulge in self-blaming of all my mistakes! It's friggin' annoying!<br /><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120847110941271767-3598340676920200002?l=recklessgirlwithalightfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Esther Lianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827856212435441195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120847110941271767.post-9512111624935811132009-10-09T00:26:00.000-07:002009-10-09T00:48:20.482-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />I want to be a BETTER dancer! =)<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120847110941271767-951211162493581113?l=recklessgirlwithalightfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Esther Lianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827856212435441195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120847110941271767.post-33951602928653703472009-10-07T09:18:00.000-07:002009-10-09T00:47:53.969-07:00It is coming to the end of my senior year, and lately especially these last 2 weeks, I have been flashing back A LOT with Weijean. WE are supposed to be studying for SPM, but we ended up talking about our lives from Form 1 onwards. Lots of good times, bad times, funny times and times that we never wanna speak of again.<br /><br />From there, I realize, how this heart of mine still contain this grudge, this piece of memory that I thought I have long let go and forgotten. It's unbearable.. But I've decided to burn and tear all the memories that has you in it. Because...<br /><br />There are just no damn memories that has you in it worth keeping.<br /><br />How weird it is that MC can read my mind and send me this song while I'm blogging this =)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Go - Boys Like Girls</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Get up and go</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Take a chance and be strong</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> You can spend your whole life holding on</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Don’t look back just go</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Take a breath and move along</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> You could spend your whole life holding on</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Get up and go</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Take a chance and be strong</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Or you could spend your whole life holding on</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120847110941271767-3395160292865370347?l=recklessgirlwithalightfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Esther Lianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827856212435441195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8120847110941271767.post-5241531080992825682009-10-06T08:10:00.000-07:002009-10-06T08:17:32.244-07:00Have you ever felt of just deleting something and refresh it again? That's what I felt when I deleted my old blog. I just somehow think by keeping the old blog, I wouldn't change and I have not been happy with the OLD me.<br /><br />I just want to 'restart' myself again.<br /><br />Click! =D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8120847110941271767-524153108099282568?l=recklessgirlwithalightfeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Esther Lianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827856212435441195noreply@blogger.com0