sweet...sweeet..sweeeet...

mse nie tngoh bsan..pas2 print r diri gmbor2 nie...

that's my kazen is ema...hehehe

(A moving piece I happened to stumble upon)


When the call comes, be calm.
Say to your wife, "My brother is dying. I have to fly
to California."
try not to be shocked that he already looks like
a cadaver.
Say to the young man sitting by your brother's side,
"I'm his brother."
Try not to be shocked when the young man says,
"I'm his lover. Thanks for coming."


Listen to the doctor with a steel face on.
Sign the necessary forms.
Tell the doctor you will take care of everything.
Wonder why doctors are so remote.


Watch the lover's eyes as they stare into
your brother's eyes as they stare into
space.
Wonder what they see there.
Remember the time he was jealous and
opened your eyebrow with a sharp stick.
Forgive him out loud
even if he can't
understand you.
Realize the scar will be
all that's left of him.


Over coffee in the hospital cafeteria
say to the lover, "You're an extremely good-looking
young man."
Hear him say,
"I never thought I was good enough looking to
deserve your brother."


Watch the tears well up in his eyes. Say,
"I'm sorry. I don't know what it means to be
the lover of another man."
Hear him say,
"Its just like a wife, only the commitment is
deeper because the odds against you are so much
greater."
Say nothing, but
take his hand like a brother's.


Drive to Mexico for unproven drugs that might
help him live longer.
Explain what they are to the border guard.
Fill with rage when he informs you,
"You can't bring those across."
Begin to grow loud.
Feel the lover's hand on your arm
restraining you. See in the guard's eye
how much a man can hate another man.
Say to the lover, "How can you stand it?"
Hear him say, "You get used to it."
Think of one of your children getting used to
another man's hatred.


Call your wife on the telephone. Tell her,
"He hasn't much time.
I'll be home soon." Before you hang up say,
"How could anyone's commitment be deeper than
a husband and a wife?" Hear her say,
"Please. I don't want to know all the details."


When he slips into an irrevocable coma,
hold his lover in your arms while he sobs,
no longer strong. Wonder how much longer
you will be able to be strong.
Feel how it feels to hold a man in your arms
whose arms are used to holding men.
Offer God anything to bring your brother back.
Know you have nothing God could possible want.
Curse God, but do not
abandon Him.


Stare at the face of the funeral director
when he tells you he will not
embalm the body for fear of
contamination. Let him see in your eyes
how much a man can hate another man.


Stand beside a casket covered in flowers,
white flowers. Say,
"thank you for coming," to each of seven hundred men
who file past in tears, some of them
holding hands. Know that your brother's life
was not what you imagined. Overhear two
mourners say, "I wonder who'll be next?" and
"I don't care anymore,
as long as it isn't you."


Arrange to take an early flight home.
His lover will drive you to the airport.
When your flight is announced say,
awkwardly, "If I can do anything, please
let me know." Do not flinch when he says,
"Forgive yourself for not wanting to know him
after he told you. He did."
Stop and let it soak in. Say,
"He forgave me, or he knew himself?"
"Both," the lover will say, not knowing what else
to do. Hold him like a brother while he
kisses you on the chee

How To Watch Your Brother Die

(A moving piece I happened to stumble upon)


When the call comes, be calm.
Say to your wife, "My brother is dying. I have to fly
to California."
try not to be shocked that he already looks like
a cadaver.
Say to the young man sitting by your brother's side,
"I'm his brother."
Try not to be shocked when the young man says,
"I'm his lover. Thanks for coming."


Listen to the doctor with a steel face on.
Sign the necessary forms.
Tell the doctor you will take care of everything.
Wonder why doctors are so remote.


Watch the lover's eyes as they stare into
your brother's eyes as they stare into
space.
Wonder what they see there.
Remember the time he was jealous and
opened your eyebrow with a sharp stick.
Forgive him out loud
even if he can't
understand you.
Realize the scar will be
all that's left of him.


Over coffee in the hospital cafeteria
say to the lover, "You're an extremely good-looking
young man."
Hear him say,
"I never thought I was good enough looking to
deserve your brother."


Watch the tears well up in his eyes. Say,
"I'm sorry. I don't know what it means to be
the lover of another man."
Hear him say,
"Its just like a wife, only the commitment is
deeper because the odds against you are so much
greater."
Say nothing, but
take his hand like a brother's.


Drive to Mexico for unproven drugs that might
help him live longer.
Explain what they are to the border guard.
Fill with rage when he informs you,
"You can't bring those across."
Begin to grow loud.
Feel the lover's hand on your arm
restraining you. See in the guard's eye
how much a man can hate another man.
Say to the lover, "How can you stand it?"
Hear him say, "You get used to it."
Think of one of your children getting used to
another man's hatred.


Call your wife on the telephone. Tell her,
"He hasn't much time.
I'll be home soon." Before you hang up say,
"How could anyone's commitment be deeper than
a husband and a wife?" Hear her say,
"Please. I don't want to know all the details."


When he slips into an irrevocable coma,
hold his lover in your arms while he sobs,
no longer strong. Wonder how much longer
you will be able to be strong.
Feel how it feels to hold a man in your arms
whose arms are used to holding men.
Offer God anything to bring your brother back.
Know you have nothing God could possible want.
Curse God, but do not
abandon Him.


Stare at the face of the funeral director
when he tells you he will not
embalm the body for fear of
contamination. Let him see in your eyes
how much a man can hate another man.


Stand beside a casket covered in flowers,
white flowers. Say,
"thank you for coming," to each of seven hundred men
who file past in tears, some of them
holding hands. Know that your brother's life
was not what you imagined. Overhear two
mourners say, "I wonder who'll be next?" and
"I don't care anymore,
as long as it isn't you."


Arrange to take an early flight home.
His lover will drive you to the airport.
When your flight is announced say,
awkwardly, "If I can do anything, please
let me know." Do not flinch when he says,
"Forgive yourself for not wanting to know him
after he told you. He did."
Stop and let it soak in. Say,
"He forgave me, or he knew himself?"
"Both," the lover will say, not knowing what else
to do. Hold him like a brother while he
kisses you on the cheek. Think that
you haven't been kissed by a man since
your father died. Think,
"This is no moment to be strong."


Fly first class and drink Scotch. Stroke
your split eyebrow with a finger and
think of your brother alive. Smile
at the memory and think
how your children will feel in your arms
warm and friendly and without challenge.

Michael Lassellk. Think that

you haven't been kissed by a man since

your father died. Think,

"This is no moment to be strong."

Fly first class and drink Scotch. Stroke

your split eyebrow with a finger and

think of your brother alive. Smile

at the memory and think

how your children will feel in your arms

warm and friendly and without challenge.

shahirah,,,

on my diary's about my feeling

Mungkin memang sebagai manusia biasa yang memang bukan siapa-siapa, diriku hanya bisa pantas untuk berucap syukur… syukur & syukur kepadaNya Sang KhaLik! atas semua yang teLah berLaku pada diriku. JikaLau mengingat waktu yang teLah meLesat sampai detik ini pada perjaLanan takdir kehidupanku, teLah banyak cerita yang tertuLis baik suka maupun duka…

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nie roti favourite sha lw korang nk tw..bestt sngat2~~




that's my profileku
PROFIL SAYA

NAMA PENUH: wan norshahirah binti wan nor halim
TARIKH LAHIR: 20 januari 1995
TEMPAT LAHIR: Hospital Dungun sahaje
TEMPAT TINGGAL: di taman saeda kg. batu 48
TINGGI: 157 cm
BERAT: 46.7 kg
BILANGAN ADIK-BERADIK: anak kedua dari 4 bradik
WARNA KEGEMARAN: putih,hitam n float kaler




WAKTU AQ DI TIMES SQUARE BERSAME2 FAMILY AQ
JOM TENGOK GMBar2 aq kt times square

hehehehehe..best n sonok sangat2 mse nie

mse nie smpat agy sha ambik gmbar mse tngoh naik mnde nie..

mse nie la..hehehhehehe

sonok3 sngat luangkn mse ngn family tercinte

nie dna mixture..piye naik nie mmg sakit hbis r bdan2 ye..yg munth n dman pon ade lw korang nk tw..

hehehehehhehehehehehe...bestt luangkn mse lapang brsame fmily kan..

Fixing The Broken Heart 

sekarang waktunya mendoktrin diri sendiri untuk mengenyahkan sisi2 negatif di dalam diri sendiri:

1. saya bukanlah orang yang malas.

2. saya bukanlah orang tanpa rencana dalam menatap masa depan.

3. saya bukanlah orang yang takut untuk menjadi besar.

4. saya bukanlah orang yang kasar.

5. saya bukanlah orang dengan kemampuan yang buruk.

6. saya tidak lebih buruk dari orang lain.

7. saya bukanlah orang yang gagal!!!

8. saya menolak keburukan menjadi bagian dari diri saya.

9. saya bukanlah pecundang dari kelemahan diri sendiri.

bagi yang baca postingan ini dan merasa tau akan suatu keburukan dalam diri saya, sampaikan kepada saya dan mohon doa dan bantuan supaya saya dapat menjadi lebih baik.

dan cobalah cara saya ini. sejauh ini berhasil mendoktrin diri bahwa keburukan2 di atas bukanlah bagian dari diri saya.

KERETA IDAMANKU

 

 

kerete2 nie semue krete favourite aq but ayh aq kate,krje dulu bru aq bley gne krete..dye jnji nk byar duit muke krete n aq byar blan2nan..so,aq kne blajar btoi2 la sbb nk krete yg aq mnati..sbenarnye krete honda jazz n honda odyssey 2,kpunyaan ayh aq at home but aq minat la..tp x pndai bawe pom..cume angan2 je..hehehehehe....

BEARFRESH ALSOOOOO.....

 Aku shahira. Korang boleh panggil aku iraa. Umo aku 16 taon.  yeay~! Actually, hidop aku simple jer. Sumtyms aku sendiri yang suke meng-complicated-kan hidop aku.  Aku tak cantik. tapi aku selalu anggap diri aku cumel.  Perasan?? ah~! Dulik hape~! Diz year merupakan tahun pertama aku menjalani hidop tanpa elaun dari ayahnda dan bondaku yg tercinta dan tahun ini jugaklah tahun pertama aku kasik duit raye kat budak-budak. So, yeay~! Syabas shahirah~! Aku ader bf. Bf???  Aku sayang dier..  Tapi tak tau la dier sayang aku ker tak. Huhu~!  Aku suke sangat dengan teddy bear.  Bagi aku teddy bear sangat cumel~! Macam aku.. Haha~! Aku neh manje orangnyer. Ngengada acam bebudak kecik. Ops~! Aku manje ngan bf aku jer.. Hehe~! Aku sangat support ngan ape jer program TV tempatan.  Dats y i'm really into Akademi Fantasia, OIAM, raja Lawak, AJL, Anugerah Bintang Popular n so on. Tapi kalo bab music + film,  aku more into yang luar lingkaran garisan khatulistiwa neh. hehe~! Hobi aku?? Aku suke snap pixca sendirik  then upload kat dalam acc mespes aku. Haha~! Bile bosan pulak, aku suke menulis.  Aku ader blog aku sendirik. Kat situ la tempat aku meluahkan perasaan aku. Huhu~!  Kekadang tuh bile aku dah tak tau nak buat ape sensorang kat rumah, aku akan bersenam erobik  sambil layan mp3 dengan harapan tahap kolestrol dalam badan aku akan berkurangan. Haha~! Besh woOOo~! Aku jugak suke surf internet.  Layan mespes, bogging n friendster. Hiks~! I’m soOo into cats.  aku suke kucen yang comel jer tau. Yang comot tak suke. Haha~!  Idola aku?? My beloved mom. Dun u eva ask me why. NgeEe~!  

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