tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56411004405104511652011-07-07T16:03:48.836-07:00What does it take to bring us to Paradise? Sometimes it is the journey that matters in the end. Memories are always... the sweetest and valuable thing in life! Live life to fullest! Carpe Diem~Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-71238173903009364902010-03-28T10:27:00.000-07:002010-03-28T10:47:22.075-07:00Guiding a child is not an easy job and being a mother is certainly not an easy post.<br />You would love to give the world to the child, too much of it you are afraid to spoil the child. You are afraid to give them the "puppy cradle death" syndrome..It's like a little kid gets a puppy for the first time, just hugs it so much, snaps it's neck. All that love is gonna snap that puppy.<br /><br />Difficult to strike a balance...<br /><br />I always wanted to be a mother, I have an ideal idea of my family life... I do not know if my ideal will come true...I m working towards it...Earning hard day by day to gain experience and earn money to be able to provide for my future children... I want to provide a good life like what I am having...I love my family..and they inspire me to create my own...Thank you Mummy&amp; Daddy...<br /><br />I was tutoring my cousin this evening, to guide her on her homework...its not a easy task, to capture her attention as her focus time span is short...it was a good experience for future reference...and teaching a child requires lots of patience..a trait that I am weak at....<br /><br />I was thinking..am i really a mother material?do i have what it takes, the patience?<br />Something I want so much and something that I am afraid to have...funny how the mind and heart plays with me...<br /><br />From now on...I m gonna train my patience for a start...<br /><br />Most important is the love and understanding...and pure care from the heart will not go wrong...(Note: Not what you "think" is best for them - because that is what "Kills" the pure hearted them)<br /><br />As for starting a family..not so soon...so much to learn..and the time has not come..it seems for now..one day when I do..I'll let you know if it feels the same as what I'm feeling now...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-7123817390300936490?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-48613729838586544882009-03-30T06:07:00.001-07:002009-03-30T07:35:27.703-07:002 years ago...<br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>a chubby little boy</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There is this boy whose father will</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">accompany him to wait for his</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">bus to pick him up to school...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">i told myself...what a loving dad...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">i told myself...how children are being </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">spoilt these days...</span></div><br /><div>2 years after...</div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>one day</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">this boy had grown up...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">no longer the chubby boy i used to see</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">the father accompanied him still</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">to wait for the bus...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">but today...i saw that he had a </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">younger brother...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>6am in the morning...</em><strong>the moment</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">his dad and his younger brother was</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">watching behind the gate...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">he was sitting outside the gate...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">his brother was searching for him...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">their eyes met..his younger brother..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">flashed a cheeky smiled waved at his brother...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">he rushed to his brother and sat beside him...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">his brother put his arm around his waist</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">afraid that he will fall...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">the younger brother leaning on his brother...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">flashed another smile...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">i felt so warm...i felt so touched...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">to be able to see such bond...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">i have a close relationship with my brother</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">we had gotten close thru the years...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">as we grew up..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">its amazing to see kids bond at such</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">a young age,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">normally </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">they tend to fight for</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">toys and attention...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">the boy..certainly not a spoilt brat...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">but a loving brother,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">the younger brother..adores his brother</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">the parents..certainly have taught them well..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Signing off,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">with sweet thoughts</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Erin</span></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/SdDTSQkN75I/AAAAAAAAACQ/w8NZLnzrTUU/s1600-h/sibling+love.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318983470562537362" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/SdDTSQkN75I/AAAAAAAAACQ/w8NZLnzrTUU/s320/sibling+love.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-4861372983858654488?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-34894794921374751302009-03-22T21:17:00.000-07:002009-03-30T07:33:31.555-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c9a181f4069ebaa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c9a181f4069ebaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306882%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C8C26A626B74289D996A4B3D2A40C98EB76B4DE.6760BEE860C6179272439467C28FAD2D986E7BD6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c9a181f4069ebaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXAo6NLT4wYtuI2QO8CDLgdkxRok&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c9a181f4069ebaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330306882%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C8C26A626B74289D996A4B3D2A40C98EB76B4DE.6760BEE860C6179272439467C28FAD2D986E7BD6%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c9a181f4069ebaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXAo6NLT4wYtuI2QO8CDLgdkxRok&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Do you hear me, I'm talking to you</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Across the water across the deep blue ocean </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Boy I hear you in my dreams </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">I feel your whisper across the sea </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">I keep you with me in my heart </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">You make it easier when life gets hard </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Lucky to have been where I have been </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Lucky to be coming home again </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">They don't know how long it takes </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Waiting for a love like this </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Every time we say goodbye </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">I wish we had one more kiss </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">I'll wait for you I promise you, I will </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Lucky to have been where I have been </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Lucky to be coming home again </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Lucky we're in love every way </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Lucky to be coming home someday </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">And so I'm sailing through the sea </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">To an island where we'll meet You'll hear the music fill the air </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">I'll put a flower in your hair though the breezes through trees </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Move so pretty you're all I see </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">As the world keeps spinning round </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">You hold me right here right now </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Lucky to have been where I have been </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Lucky to be coming home again </span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm lucky we're in love every way </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed Lucky to be coming home someday</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Signing Off,</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Erin (Lucky)</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-3489479492137475130?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-38482749370908169132009-03-03T19:00:00.000-08:002009-03-03T19:25:08.878-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Lost and alone<br />Yearning to go home<br />Yearning for company<br />So tiny yet so strong<br />And it is never afraid<br />She keeps going on finding the way home<br />Crawling on my skin<br />Crawling on my paper<br />I put her down on the ground<br />And she still came back up<br />All she wants is to go home<br />It never stops her even if she needs to start from zero<br />I put her on the wall<br />She just kept crawling up<br />Without fear. Without doubt.<br />And then she is gone<br />I just hope she finds her way home<br />I’m sure she will be home<br />Because I saw her mama waiting on the wall.</span><br /><br /><div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Written by Erin 02/11/2009</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">inspired by an ant..</span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/Sa30bKrFrgI/AAAAAAAAACI/ha0DfmgohoY/s1600-h/ant.GIF"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309168283298409986" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/Sa30bKrFrgI/AAAAAAAAACI/ha0DfmgohoY/s200/ant.GIF" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-3848274937090816913?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-26150905974015467732009-03-03T18:35:00.000-08:002009-03-03T18:57:16.962-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">What is the difference between</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">"Adore" and "Love"?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">definition of the dictionary:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">adore - to regard with loving </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">admiration and devotion</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">love - intense feeling of affection</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">does it mean being adored is</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">more than being loved?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">well it could be otherwise,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">WHY is it hard for someone to say </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I Love You?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I will settle for "being adored" </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">as something which means more.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I adore you too!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Am i living in an illusion of love and adoration</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">which i believe its true?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I know dear, i m over analysing it again~haha</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I chose this path and i will be brave to</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">face whatever comes..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">For now i will patient and wait...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I will wait for you..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">and i will be home again...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Signing off,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Erin</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">choosing to think otherwise!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">am i trying to be funny?i think so too...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">smirks~</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/Sa3tdaQnevI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C7lbKlXcIuw/s1600-h/chem+love.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309160625260690162" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/Sa3tdaQnevI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C7lbKlXcIuw/s320/chem+love.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-2615090597401546773?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-11531724205393433372009-02-19T19:57:00.000-08:002009-02-19T20:39:34.272-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/SZ4z34f_drI/AAAAAAAAABg/VCKHIcW1R14/s1600-h/crossroad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/SZ4z34f_drI/AAAAAAAAABg/VCKHIcW1R14/s200/crossroad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304734446241412786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;">There are many people we meet in life...<br />In school, on the road, shops...<br />Introduced by friends, met by accidents...<br />acquaintances...<br />Some you just meet at crossroads<br />and you will never see them again...<br />Some disappear and come back<br />after some time...<br />Some stays beside for you forever,<br />some you really hope they will stay,<br />but the hope never came...<br />Some you take for granted...<br />I do miss them...<br />I do think of them often...<br />I always wonder how are they doing...<br />I wish you all the best!<br />Friends are a gift, friends are special...<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />Thank you for being a part of my life,<br />whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Signing off,<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Bon Voyage...moving on<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">http://www.whatnow.org.uk/blog/haley/reason-season-or-lifetime-thank-you</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-1153172420539343337?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-13054288213837185282009-02-19T19:31:00.000-08:002009-02-19T19:56:06.045-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/SZ4pwmx5JrI/AAAAAAAAABY/umn8sdid8oo/s1600-h/spring_flowers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/SZ4pwmx5JrI/AAAAAAAAABY/umn8sdid8oo/s200/spring_flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304723326109296306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Spring time brings hope...<br />A new start...<br />It colours the world...<br />My favourite season other than winter<br />is <span style="font-style: italic;">Spring...</span><br />The cool breeze gently<br />dance the flowers in the garden...</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">The sun shines throughout the day...<br />Wake up every morning<br />inspired by the lovely spring day...<br />Its time to create...<br />Its time to enjoy...<br />this lovely season..the season of<br />hope and beginings...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:webdings;">signing off...<br />embracing a new start~<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-1305428821383718528?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-47505631999514346822009-02-18T07:18:00.000-08:002009-02-18T07:45:25.508-08:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">In life there is a lot of what if...<br /><br />what if i have never met you?<br />would i be happier?<br />would i be lone</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">lier?<br /><br />what if i had chose to study abroad?<br />or to venture into another line?<br />would i be more sucessful?<br /><br />what if i have chosen another path?<br />what if i made the other choice?<br />what if? what if?<br />there will never be an answer...<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">after a long thought and talk<br />through my journey back home<br />i decided to stop thinking "what if"<br />i remembered the poem "the road not taken"<br />which i studied during high school<br />life leads us to many pathways<br />and pathways leads us to pathways...<br />there is no way back...<br />but to face whats coming up next...<br /><br />i have to be brave<br />face my fears and future...<br />i want to live my dreams...</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">i want to be happy in life</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">!<br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/SZwq14Edb6I/AAAAAAAAABA/xn2H2zF9F0Y/s1600-h/B-005_japanese_kanji.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/SZwq14Edb6I/AAAAAAAAABA/xn2H2zF9F0Y/s320/B-005_japanese_kanji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304161566208126882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Signing off~<br />:0) the sun is out<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-4750563199951434682?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-1539835538528774872009-02-16T07:34:00.000-08:002009-02-16T08:10:36.987-08:00<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >After working 8 days of long working hours, i was starting to feel so<br />sick and tired. My good friend volunteered to accompany me to<br />mid valley...I wanted to cancel the plan,as i was very tired.<br />but i made it anyway...<br /><br />It was so long ago since i went to watch a movie at the cineplex,<br />i think the last moviei watched was "Boltz"?haha...Anyway,<br />we contemplated on what to watch as myhectic schedule forbid me<br />to be updated. I made a call to a friend whom i know will be an expert<br />on this question as she is also the one who had made me a special movie<br />lover. In a half asleep mode she just said. Benjamin Button! Haha...<br />so there i go,with a lil doubt (i was tired i was afraid i will fall asleep)<br /><br />It was a special movie. Long but certainly not the draggy type.<br />It was much more interesting than expected. Me and my friend was<br />amazed. The soundtrack was also great!Though the storyline seems<br />impossible, but i do agree that there is a kind of sickness which will<br />make u younger... but definitely not shrinking back into a boy or a baby~<br /><br />After watching the movie, i felt that the workload and burden on my<br />shoulders were off. Watching people going thru their trial and turbulence<br />made me feel that how lucky i am to be in my life. What are my problems<br />and concerns compared to theirs?And what else could i possibly want<br />more? I should be thankful and treasure every moment!<br /><br />My friend asked me, If i were the character "Daisy" how would i feel?<br />Life is such, as when you have it you do not treasure it.<br />When you don't have it you miss it, anyhow i suppose i would feel<br />pain but in a way contented that i had this man all of my life<br />loving me in his own way, protecting me and we had such great<br />moments together!<br /><br />Signing off,<br />in great need of sleep...ZZzzz</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-153983553852877487?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-87129791497858483742009-02-13T06:38:00.002-08:002009-02-13T08:09:31.547-08:00<span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);">"The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"> the core strength within you that survives all hurt..." -Max Lerner<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >What does it mean by growing up?When are we considered as<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">grown ups?</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I do wonder. Being financially able to supports itself?</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >or being able to think independently...</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">A famous proverb said "huo dao lao, xue dao lao",<br />you are still learning till the day you die.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">It is a great experience to be able to experience growing.<br />Seeing yourself transform.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Looking back at the timeline of my life,<br />so much i have been through...made me the person</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I am today. It's amazing to see myself transformed to a person<br />who is strong and positive</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> embracing what comes along.<br />Being able to be vulnerable and be flexible about things...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I am able to enjoy life now. I thank my parents giving me so much<br />exposure and people</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> around me, all the support and guidance have<br />made me such a happy person. I want my</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> positive energy to<br />inspire people around me, being happy in life matters to me more<br />than</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> anything else,and it all have to start with myself, loving myself.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover<br />the strength within</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> you surviving all hurts. When you finally realize<br />that nothing can hurt you and when</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> you will get to your dream no<br />matter what,you will find the light in every darkness, it is</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> easier said<br />than done,you will still have your dark moments, but it can be done!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I m proud to say i am able to do it! There are many dimensions in a<br />situation, its whether</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> you are willing to see it or not.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Just as said by Kelly Poulous, we can change circumstances</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">if you can turn a threat and fear into an opportunity, there are so much<br />more possibility</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> you can find in life. Time is always ticking, it doesn't wait,<br />there is no time for us to</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> mourn why did it happen, its time for us to<br />wake up and realize where can we</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> go from here. what do i want to create?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">So..from now on. I will ask myself, whats next?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Start spreading your love today, start creating. You make a difference!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">To my fireflies, family, friends and colleagues...I wish you all well and<br />happy as always!</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> I am always here for you!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />Signing off,</span><br /></span></span><st1:place st="on"><strong><span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &quot;Edwardian Script ITC&quot;; color: rgb(49, 133, 155);">Erin</span></strong></st1:place><strong><span style=""></span></strong><strong></strong><strong></strong><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">"I am a loving, caring and passionate woman!"</span></span><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-8712979149785848374?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641100440510451165.post-19220820220140876872009-02-10T11:13:00.000-08:002009-02-10T11:46:13.159-08:00The Fiorucci Shoe Hunt<br /><br />I have never been the sort of person who will spend money on shoes.<br />My shoes by far had been "economical"<br />Here I am at MidValley hunting for heels which cost RM150!<br />For heels which I in normal circumstances will not even look at.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">It started off with my shopping date with my Aunt Sherene <br /></div>looking for a suitable footwear as mine was hurting badly.<br />In the end, either my size was not available or size available but the stlye was not right!<br />Bad day huh? Add on to it my Aunt bought 3 pairs of sandals that day!<br />Here comes Fiorucci. She eyed on it during a visit in Penang.<br />I slipped into it. It felt nothing like the regular shoes!<br />I felt confident! Stable.<br />I suddenly understood that with great price comes great quality(for shoes only)<br />the heels are so much stronger and it fits in nicely.<br />it feels like home.<br />Thanks to my Aunt...making a difference..bringing comfort to my feet!haha<br />Too bad, it was already on sale for 50% as they are having stock clearance<br />and my size is not available.<br />The promoter promised to call if he could locate a pair of my size...<br />For now i will have to just wait!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;" class="sqq"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">“</span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/a_journey_of_a_thousand_miles_must_begin_with_a/14003.html">A journey of a</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="sqq"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/a_journey_of_a_thousand_miles_must_begin_with_a/14003.html"> <b>thousand</b> miles must begin with a single <b>step</b>.</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">”</span><br />It is</span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="sqq"> important to start with</span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="sqq"> a confident and comfortable step! ;0)<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/SZHZGnSzZ9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/1JmG1EpdisM/s1600-h/fiorucci.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWA1puB059M/SZHZGnSzZ9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/1JmG1EpdisM/s320/fiorucci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301256944042076114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Signing off,<br />Shoe Comfort Crazy ^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5641100440510451165-1922082022014087687?l=erinojourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erin here!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03891401972488199317noreply@blogger.com1