All love that has not friendship for its base,
Is like a mansion built upon the sand.
Disclaimer

Welcome to yoururl@bs.com
As you can see, it's my blog. So my rules yeah? Strictly no ripping. Spammers will not be entertained. And no vulgarities. Rude comments will be deleted and the user will get banned. Rude people sucks!

Links

Blogger Blogskins Google

masterpiece


This Flash Player was created @ FlashWidgetz.com.
music fetishflash fetishmusic player for myspace





Extras

Plurk? Twitter? Gans? Wishlist?
Anything you like to put here. :)


Archives


Profile

Sherli ♥



Credits
Designer : Jerval
Basecodes : Hester Stephanie
Qoutes : Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Color codes : Color picker


death
Thursday, November 03, 2005
"Shaiful & Nana - My Angel (Tribute to Eunice Lee)"(Shaiful Nizam)
Once upon a time,

when the sun was shining fine,
I met a special angel,
a beautiful pretty angel,
she taught me to hold on,
and gave me strength to carry on
It all seemed too good,
too good to be the truth,
God is taking my angel
my beautiful pretty angel
how would I cope,
when I've lost my source of hope
CHORUS
I wish you're doing finein a better place than this
I wish you peace of mind
in a better place than this
I know you're home
In a better place than this
Now that she's gone,
I'm gone with her,gone in my heart,
right through this heartI would never be,
never be the same old me
CHORUS X2
I'm praying for your soul,
and for you to make me whole,
I'm really missing my angel,
my beautiful pretty angel...Hold on
(©Air-PooL)


__________________________________________________________________

Today i was chatting with my friend in MSN.
We were actually talking about death.
She believed that the live and death is already being planned.
and i, i actually agreed with hers.
I was once believed that nothing is being planned, they are all depended
on how we deal with it.....but this concept has been destroyed since
someone closed to my heart has become ashes and can never open her eyes anymore.
I started to afraid....not afraid of death.....but the God fate that is unpredictable and can never be changed by the warm bloods easily...
I feel cold....all the time when i am alone now..i am no longer in love with loneliness ...
Then, i realise that humans are often too passionate til they could not bear with sorrow...
and all kind of feeling that is out of their calculations.
Yet though i know that sometimes we would face something that we wish we will never meet with it...but God is sometimes mean cause he want us learn to be tough in life.
Attending a funeral is the first lesson that God teach me to love my own life.
Seeing her slept forever is the second lesson that God teach me .....howis the feeling of heartbroken....
The only solution to get rid of sorrow is to get rid of love....
But, humans, can never hide themselves from love....a truly passionate.....