<?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-4032893846703951857</id><updated>2012-01-31T01:47:20.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther Sequins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EstherSEQUINS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695116472888343046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n_J4rou4ZI/ToSaI70_x6I/AAAAAAAABTU/qDZuzwj52DA/s220/IMG_0635.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032893846703951857.post-2762229512470138461</id><published>2012-01-22T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T01:15:44.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Resolution of 2012:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would drink more water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would not procrastinate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would exercise more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would, I would...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wait, what resolution? I don't remember having one since I was 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really made a list of New Year resolution. Not this year, or the last's- not for the longest time. I don't know, it could be because deep down, I realise I wouldn't stick to it anyway, so what's the point, right? Personally, I think it's pretty smart not to have one because towards the end of the year, the things I said I would achieve but didn't, wouldn't seem so glaringly...unaccomplished; and hence, I wouldn't have the need to mull over the unnecessary feelings of dismay. It's quite demoralizing, really, especially when you notice other people have done what they promised themselves to...and you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until recently, things start to change in my head. Suddenly, I feel having a complete draft of resolutions means you're setting yourself a goal. A goal which drives you forward, whether or not you reached it is a story of another. At the very least, you improve yourself, even if its short-lived. A goal. Yes, that's it. That's exactly what I'm missing right now in my life. An aim, a direction(whoo! so serious!) to go. It could be anything, from the old boring top-on-everyone's-list: "I'm going to eat healthy this year" to &lt;i&gt;big&lt;/i&gt;(!)&amp;nbsp;undertakings such as "I'm going to shed 5kg off this year."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, resolution of the year is: "STUDY HARD, SO HARD YOU FEEL AS IF YOUR SKULL WOULD SPLIT OPEN IN ANY MOMENT. LIKE, SAY FOR INSTANCE, NOW."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, ok. Less dramatic. But the point is to be more diligent this year, something I'm obviously lacking when it comes to catching on my subjects. Argh. It's so easy to slide down the ladder of achievement, but so very difficult to go back up again. One moment, you're looking over the top of the world with a big wide grin, and the next, you're at the bottom of the ladder, sobbing&amp;nbsp;piteously to yourself.&amp;nbsp;I don't get it, I just don't. How could it be so breezy climbing up back then, and not now anymore?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying I'm in a pathetic state right now. Geez, no. I'm still the same, maybe even better (depending on which "ladder" we're referring to). I gained some, lost some.... That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032893846703951857-2762229512470138461?l=esther-sequins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/feeds/2762229512470138461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/2762229512470138461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/2762229512470138461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions;'/><author><name>EstherSEQUINS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695116472888343046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n_J4rou4ZI/ToSaI70_x6I/AAAAAAAABTU/qDZuzwj52DA/s220/IMG_0635.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032893846703951857.post-1563877042354987178</id><published>2011-12-23T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:59:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter complaints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wpxw4HhZ0s/TvRrmlW5-7I/AAAAAAAABUw/R1FbEkalxjA/s1600/IMG_1559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wpxw4HhZ0s/TvRrmlW5-7I/AAAAAAAABUw/R1FbEkalxjA/s640/IMG_1559.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, Hello sweet earthlings!&lt;/div&gt;I just returned from Taiwan a few days ago, and only today, I got around to edit my photos and also post an entry just because I feel very...&lt;i&gt;bloggy &lt;/i&gt;today. Whatever bloggy means- but you get what I mean. I got the &lt;i&gt;drive (LOL, so dramatic) &lt;/i&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan is a really nice place, and I would so love to go there again. Maybe next time, I'll go around Spring or Summer. Winter isn't my favourite season of the year for a few very understandable reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Firstly&lt;/b&gt; -I absolutely detest wearing bulky coats. Layering clothes after clothes- ughh. Other than the fact that I'll look huge in photos, its' also quite bothersome when it comes to shopping. Can you imagine peeling one top after another every time you wanna try on the new blouse in the boutique? What's worse is you have to do it really fast because our tour guide gave us a really short span of time to shop and there's about....rows and rows of shops. You have no idea how I wished I could duplicate myself like an amoeba during then. I end up not trying most of my new clothes. Just bought them right away since they're all free-sizes.&amp;nbsp;So much to shop, &amp;nbsp;so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secondly,&lt;/b&gt; Shopping is fun yes, but not really so when every direction you see are winter coats, fluffy ear muffs, leather gloves and an impossibly large array of woolen scarves from neons to pastels. They're so pretty! It really sucks because I'm from a tropical country and these stuffs would never be worn when its a steaming 40 degree Celsius out here! Ok, so I exaggerated, but it &lt;i&gt;feels &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;like it is that hot. Like a frigging desert sometimes. *Shakes head* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;note: Having said that, I still managed to buy a whole luggage worth of new clothes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thirdly,&lt;/b&gt; Holiday season = crowd. Practically &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sardined&lt;/span&gt; (!), especially when we were in the National Palace Museum. Not the ideal place to be at when there's so many people. The smell of body odor and strong cologne wasn't very pleasant either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, that's about all the dislikes for winter! Haha, funny, i was supposed to tell you about my trip but ended up with the rantings. I suppose I'll do it it the next post! By the way, despite all the winter-complaints, I'm pretty happy with the overall trip. Will update somemore with photos and tell you briefly the places I went to (this includes a &lt;u&gt;STRIP CLUB&lt;/u&gt; *gasps!*).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032893846703951857-1563877042354987178?l=esther-sequins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/feeds/1563877042354987178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-complaints.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/1563877042354987178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/1563877042354987178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-complaints.html' title='Winter complaints'/><author><name>EstherSEQUINS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695116472888343046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n_J4rou4ZI/ToSaI70_x6I/AAAAAAAABTU/qDZuzwj52DA/s220/IMG_0635.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wpxw4HhZ0s/TvRrmlW5-7I/AAAAAAAABUw/R1FbEkalxjA/s72-c/IMG_1559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032893846703951857.post-6865378288348319787</id><published>2011-12-09T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T22:10:28.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's break time</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iyj9OIcecgk/TuIWSseCnII/AAAAAAAABUk/gPcd5QboG90/s1600/tumblr_luvqx9Lr8C1qayvd5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iyj9OIcecgk/TuIWSseCnII/AAAAAAAABUk/gPcd5QboG90/s1600/tumblr_luvqx9Lr8C1qayvd5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://haunted-dinosaur.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;haunted-dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I watched two DVDs today, and it is really weird because I never (literally, never) watched movies on my laptop before. Not since the start of college in Jan. Snipets of them, yes maybe that. But 2 complete movies in one go? That was a bit too much. but i think I might have a new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This might be hard to believe, but I'm not a fan of movies. I'm one who could listen to gazillion hours of music but can't sit through half an hour of a movie (Unless I'm in the cinema, but only because I paid for it. and because I usually have popcorns.and because I can't possibly leave my companions in the middle of a show- whether or not it's a good one.). Movies really eats away my time. Yes, that's exactly what I felt yesterday and the many many days/months before. Not anymore! For now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed out on so many movies this year, but I'm gonna make it up for it this holiday. I started with "The Social Network" and "No Strings Attached" today. Maybe... "The Zookeeper" or "Paul" tomorrow. Or maybe some cartoons! Oh, how I miss cartoons! "Megamind" should be a good option. Hmm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm quite hyped up about my trip to Taiwan in a few days time. Can't wait! The thought of streets filled with steaming hot delicious food during chilly weather is just so...Ah, mouth-watering really! I'm going with my family and HuanYi this time, double the fun! Let's hope this trip is better than the last in Korea! :) I'll take as many pictures as I can, considering that now I have a really good camera now. No more poor-quality photos hihi :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;updates: I got my driving licence! So excited to drive around town in my parents' car!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032893846703951857-6865378288348319787?l=esther-sequins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/feeds/6865378288348319787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-break-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/6865378288348319787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/6865378288348319787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-break-time.html' title='it&apos;s break time'/><author><name>EstherSEQUINS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695116472888343046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n_J4rou4ZI/ToSaI70_x6I/AAAAAAAABTU/qDZuzwj52DA/s220/IMG_0635.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iyj9OIcecgk/TuIWSseCnII/AAAAAAAABUk/gPcd5QboG90/s72-c/tumblr_luvqx9Lr8C1qayvd5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032893846703951857.post-1374965381695435951</id><published>2011-12-01T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:57:24.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr.com</title><content type='html'>I'm so obssessed with tumblr I'm quite positive I'll never be here again!&amp;nbsp;Visit me there instead! &lt;a href="http://esthersequins.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;esthersequins.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032893846703951857-1374965381695435951?l=esther-sequins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/feeds/1374965381695435951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/12/tumblrcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/1374965381695435951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/1374965381695435951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/12/tumblrcom.html' title='tumblr.com'/><author><name>EstherSEQUINS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695116472888343046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n_J4rou4ZI/ToSaI70_x6I/AAAAAAAABTU/qDZuzwj52DA/s220/IMG_0635.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032893846703951857.post-2144934640210543402</id><published>2011-11-13T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T03:03:51.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not myself today;</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gRA8e_Hbo_s/Tr7CsI4i0eI/AAAAAAAABUE/PREuxNBruYU/s1600/tumblr_ltz1zaAhVX1r3zfqdo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gRA8e_Hbo_s/Tr7CsI4i0eI/AAAAAAAABUE/PREuxNBruYU/s1600/tumblr_ltz1zaAhVX1r3zfqdo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tumblr.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why the hell I went all the trouble to create and find time to customise this blog when I hardly ever post anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I ever do now everyday is look at other people's blogs. Especially my little sister's. There is some sort of familarity whenever I go there. Some weird alien sense of comfort. I don't know why. One of the greatest mysteries in life is the random things, you see! She writes so much like I did before. The quirkiness and the creativity. I wish I could write like how I used to when I was younger. Really! It's ironic how I had a better grasp of my language back then. I mean, we improve as we grow older don't we? I seem to be stalling, if not falling back. Oh my. This is bad isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say, " When one window closes, another opens." (I don't remember exactly, but is it door or window...? Oh, bother!). Down to the alley is my "passion" to write! - Lol, this is quite contradicting since I'm writing right now, but anyway- Yeah! I have a new hobby. A permanent one, for sure. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tumblr-ing! &lt;/span&gt;Ohmegourd, it's the best thing in the world. It's so very easy. I don't even need to work my mind doing it. I can spend so many hours just on Tumblr looking at the pretty pictures of people, fashion, sceneries, and DESSERTS, oh yes good drippin' delicious ice-cream! &amp;nbsp;Mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt stop.&lt;br /&gt;Off to tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;this is sho sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032893846703951857-2144934640210543402?l=esther-sequins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/feeds/2144934640210543402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-myself-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/2144934640210543402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/2144934640210543402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-myself-today.html' title='not myself today;'/><author><name>EstherSEQUINS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695116472888343046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n_J4rou4ZI/ToSaI70_x6I/AAAAAAAABTU/qDZuzwj52DA/s220/IMG_0635.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gRA8e_Hbo_s/Tr7CsI4i0eI/AAAAAAAABUE/PREuxNBruYU/s72-c/tumblr_ltz1zaAhVX1r3zfqdo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032893846703951857.post-6443662945377112058</id><published>2011-10-23T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:02:44.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUD5c5fvaF8/TqL2eJ_NPfI/AAAAAAAABT0/oP2X1P9e0g8/s1600/tumblr_l0zyfckL4B1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="391" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUD5c5fvaF8/TqL2eJ_NPfI/AAAAAAAABT0/oP2X1P9e0g8/s400/tumblr_l0zyfckL4B1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"As a young woman, I was really affected by books &amp;amp; movies which all seemed to tell me that girl/girl friendships were at their strongest within a pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Babysitters Club books&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(oh my!) &amp;amp; episodes of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sex &amp;amp; The City&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;— two things that influenced me heavily when I was growing up — reinforced this message, &amp;amp; as I moved from my teens into my early twenties, I kept waiting for the gaggle of best female friends that never materialised. I wanted to do “brunch with the girls” every Sunday, I wanted to have a group of women I did everything with — &amp;amp; it never happened. It made me think there was something wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But as I got older, I realised that this gaggle of close-knit girlfriends never transpired because I don’t really like being in group situations! (When I do, this weird maternal instinct takes over, where I get obsessed with making sure everyone else is having a good time.) I relish spending time with just one person at a time; it’s when I’m at my best. What’s more, I think all that time wishing I had those kinds of friendships blinded me to what I do have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I never expected to have such a brilliant, diverse &amp;amp; weird group of friends. They range from self-professed “spiritual players” to burlesque beauties; from hyper-creative photographers to sweet Japanese girls; from multi-talented business juggling geniuses to good-natured 50 year old Scots. I love them all. Every single one of them has such a unique view of the world &amp;amp; it’s unbelievably wonderful just to be able to sit down &amp;amp; talk with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I’m blessed that even three years after we ended our relationship, Si &amp;amp; I are still great friends, &amp;amp; that I trust him implicitly. I know I can always count on him to help me out. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I’ve only known Rachel Rabbit White for a few months, but even so, our decadent get-togethers — complete with sangria &amp;amp; crêpes filled with chocolate — have become a delightful ritual. I’m even more fortunate to have married my best friend, Mike, a man who makes me laugh, enjoys my nuttiness &amp;amp; has an enormous heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The truth is that these people don’t appear in your life all at once, or even when you think you need them. The friendships that mean the most to me are ones I have cultivated over many years &amp;amp; several continents, &amp;amp; there have been plenty of missteps along the way! I’ve had friendships explode, &amp;amp; I’ve watched them fizzle out to nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ultimately, you never really know who’s going to stick around, &amp;amp; who’s going to slink out of your life. All you can do is show your appreciation for the ones who are in your orbit, &amp;amp; send out your love to the people who aren’t with you any longer. As much as it hurts, sometimes friendships don’t last forever… But do they all need to? You can learn just as much from someone you’ve known a month as someone you’ve known for over a decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My point is this: if you’re feeling unloved, you are so much more adored than you know. You’re adored by people from your past, people in your present, &amp;amp; people you have yet to meet. You are loved. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gala Darling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/article/things-i-love-thursday-good-people"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things I Love Thursday: Good People&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032893846703951857-6443662945377112058?l=esther-sequins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/feeds/6443662945377112058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/10/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/6443662945377112058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/6443662945377112058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/10/friendship.html' title='Friendship;'/><author><name>EstherSEQUINS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695116472888343046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n_J4rou4ZI/ToSaI70_x6I/AAAAAAAABTU/qDZuzwj52DA/s220/IMG_0635.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUD5c5fvaF8/TqL2eJ_NPfI/AAAAAAAABT0/oP2X1P9e0g8/s72-c/tumblr_l0zyfckL4B1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032893846703951857.post-1878391830465260616</id><published>2011-09-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:59:25.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh start;</title><content type='html'>Isn't it quite appropriate that now I'm finally rockin' 18, I get a new skin for my blog? All past entries are at&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://esther-sequinsx.blogspot.com/" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;esther-sequinsx.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;by the way. My past, history, loves and shits over there. Here, its all now and the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4032893846703951857-1878391830465260616?l=esther-sequins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/feeds/1878391830465260616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/09/fresh-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/1878391830465260616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4032893846703951857/posts/default/1878391830465260616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esther-sequins.blogspot.com/2011/09/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh start;'/><author><name>EstherSEQUINS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07695116472888343046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n_J4rou4ZI/ToSaI70_x6I/AAAAAAAABTU/qDZuzwj52DA/s220/IMG_0635.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
