Why Women Cry?

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

" All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said: " When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Amazing Grace

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIzSZADmKto

Amazing Grace,
how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.
T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.
The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.
When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
then when we've first begun.
"Amazing Grace,
how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind,
but now,
I see.

I Feel My Life Is At Its End

All I can say is I miss you.
I hope you would feel the same way to.
I am having a very bad day.
My rainbow is slowly sadly fading away.
When it rains someone is dying.
The gods will never stop crying.
There is nothing I can say.
My sun is locked away.
There is no hope there is no way.
That is what I don't want to say.
At every dark and gloomy moon.
A lonely wolf howls at the glowing moon.
I never wanted you to see me cry.
But my wishing star is missing from the sky.
Now I can't be friends with you.
My sun will never come shining through.
Now I can't be your friend.
I feel my life is at it's end

Regrets... irreversible...

Saw some pictures published by someone whom I do not know
A person was tagged
A friend who has been branded 'successful'
She, is a doctor.
Those pictures were taken during a birthday celebration held in the hospital.
It was the birthday of one of the docs.
In those pics, many people were seen.
Doctors, nurses, technicians...
The doctors look so smart and brilliant in the pics.
They are young, capable, intelligent ...
However, the most obvious thing I saw in them was ... ... success!
It is a thing which I never possess and can hardly reach ... ...
I asked myself: How many times have you regretted in your past?
I asked again: How many times are you regretting in your present?
And again I asked: How many times are you going to regret again in the future?
I am speechless...
I presume... ten years from now, if I am still alive, there will still be full of regrets in me, when I look back...
Regret is like a circle, there is no beginning, and there is no ending too...
It will only disappear when I leave the circle.
In other words, regrets will be gone once I am gone too...
I urged my students to study hard, I nag almost every day...
Students fail to understand my motive...
They wonder why this teacher is so grumpy, repeating lines that sound painful to their ears...
They won't be able to know why, not until they have ended up like me, being trapped in my capsule, unable to move... And I could only light up a candle of regrets, hoping to burn the secrets I am keeping, praying that someday I can forget, the cries of my head, the voices of doubt inside my head, are still haunting me every now and then...
I, am just a teacher...
Not an excellent teacher, and I can be as lousy as one could think
Being unsuccessful, how many more times do I need to shed my tears when this thought slips my mind again?
Forgetting, however, might be the only way that indicates the end of all sufferings, no more tears, no more regrets and no more turning back...
I can't, I can never forget, at least when I am still alive...
Regret is when you look back and realize that you could have done more.
Regret is when you realize that what you did was wrong.
Regret is when you look back on life and wish that you could go back and relive a single day of your past.
Regret is remembering someone who meant so much to you and remembering how you did them wrong.
Regret is looking back on something that meant so much to you and never realizing what you really had.
Regret is never saying I Love you.
Regret is going on in life, having so many regrets in life, and never having the ability to do anything about it.
Regret is never remembering to live life to the fullest.
My life, is full of regrets, it will accumulate, day by day, until I eventually burst, drop and perish......

Love That is Beyond Life

This is a personal account of a ghost story that occured over 10 years ago. This "true experince" firmly supported my theory that our departed loved ones can convey messages through dreams.
Back in 1989, being a fresh graduate Psychology graduate, I landed a job in the personnel department in one of the government offices in Quezon City. A male co-worker, Jun, was 11 years older than me. He became one of my friends while working there. Jun was king, loving, and romantic. He was the breadwinner of his family. His parents and relatives liked me a lot. Being single and unattached, he courted me in 1990. I accepted his marriage proposal during the later part of that year.

My parents did not approve of our relationship and when the first quarter of 1991 came, my parents made me quit my job. My dad, being a military man, even threatened Jun to stay away from me. To make our long story short, I left my job. I lost track of Jun I bussied myself with the family business. Basically, I went on with my life and tried to forget about him.
On the morning of June 2, 1994 I recieved a telegram from his aunt, saying that Jun had died the day before June1, 1994. Shocked I crumpled the short note and hurriedly phoned his aunt for confirmation. She told me that when we parted, Jun resigned from his job and drunk heavily each day. He naglected his death as well as his body. Pneumonia had caused his sudden death. "You know Jun. Everyday and up to his remaining hours, all he wanted was to see you. During his final moments, while suffering from delirium, he even told us that he still loves you very much," Jun's aunt said.

Sadly, my parents wouldn't allow me to go to his wake. I mourned quietly inside my room. There even came a point where I convinced myself that he wasn't dead.

On January 1995, just before my birthday, Jun visited me in a dream. I dreamed that I was inside a hospital room. I was wearing a hospital gown and I was sitting at the foot of my bed. Jun suddenly appeared before me, clothed in bright lights. We communicated mentally. I told him it wasn't true that he was gone. He replied that I must accept the fact that he was already dead but it didn't mean that he was leaving me. "I will always be beside you, gaurding you," he said

I cried saying, "I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to fight for our relationship."
He comforted me and soothed me by shrouding me with his bright light. The bliss I felt was interrupted by voice calling his name "It's time for me to go," he told me. "But what about me?" I asked, tears in my eyes. " I will be here for you always," he replied,"and I will be waiting for you there. And don't ever forget that I love you very much."

After saying this, he vanished before my eyes. I woke up crying. After this accident, I began to accept his death. And whenever I'm depressed I feel his presence beside me I know somehow out there he's still waiting patienly for me.

Come Primavera

This is my favourite song. Always listen to it when I feel like crying.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcSsipjlS7w

Never being positive

I'm sorry, you're wrong.

I have never being positive before.

I can easily name several negative things which I did in my past and still doing in the present...

But, I can't think of a single thing that reflects on my 'positive nature', which I thought it existed once in my life, but actually it never did.

1. I am very hot-tempered. I can't control myself when my temper flares. Throwing things, kicking doors, shouting involuntarily, knocking my head against the wall...... are the results of my horrible temper.

2. I cry every now and then, particularly when I am bathing.

3. I often think that I'm worthless.

4. I ignore my health.

5. I sleep less than 4 hours per day.

6. I can afford a lot of food which I like but I just wouldn't spend a single cent to make myself happy.

7. A fish bone is stuck in my throat. It has been there for weeks. I don't care if it would take away my life eventually.

8. I am a great pretender. I pretend to be happy in front of my parents.

9. I smile to my students the moment I step into the classroom irrespective of how I feel.

10. When I wander around the streets aimlessly, I smile, I laugh, I cry, I don't care what people think about me............

As lousy as a teacher

I have decided, I've meade up my mind, that I shall not hide my real characteristics!
I'm actually a DEVIL! Hahahaha................
I like to kill! If only killing were not an offence, I would be a murderer, not a stupid idiot teacher who always lies to herself that she is being very successful now!

Please, look at me!
Who am I? Just a lousy teacher... ...
I have so many friends in my facebook, and, who are they?
Professionals! Thay are great people doing great things in their life!
Doctors, Lawyers, Engineers, Marketing executives, financial controllers ..... STOP!!!
That's enough! U don't need to remind me how lousy I am!
My friends would say: Wow! You are a teacher!
In fact, they actually meant: Oh..... teacher hoh..... (Sarcastic!)
I dare not even attend weddings, reunions, gathering.......
The moment the conversation starts, it would be:
"I just came back from Germany, huh, when can I stop flying from place to place?"
"My company is very stingy, giving 6 months of bonus only"
"Aiyo, I eat most of the meals from the aeroplane"
"No lah! I didn't travel a lot, around 126 cities only, where got time? Unlike you, as a teacher, u've got plenty of holidays! I feel so jealous"

I look down on myself...

Attention all teachers:
Please look at yourselves. You are not so great after all. Please wake up from your wonderland. You have lied to yourselves for years.....

A very "Kick" blouse

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Devil is facing a geat challenge now! Dare she put on the "kick" blouse tomorrow?
Why r u so "kick'?
U make me look like an old maid!
I hate you I hate you I hate you (x 1,000,000)
Wo tao yen nee Wo tao yen nee Wo tao yen nee (infinity)
Helpppppp!
How am I going to walk like the usual confident-looking Ms Pam?
Please! Stop calling me Pam! I'm no longer Pam!
Once I've started wearing the "kick" blouse, my identity will be gone!
Call me... call me... call me AH SOW on Wednesdays...........
T.T

Schizophrenia

Yeah! Balik sekolah liao!
Damn boring staying at home!
Oops! Sorry, manyak kasar lah! Nanti pelajar ikut!

A gentle version:
Oh my God! I'm going back to school tomorrow!
It's such a wonderful feeling!

Cikgu's version:
Celaka betul, kena jumpa pelajar bodoh besok!
Bising, bodoh, cakap, tak henti henti, kepala bapa otak hang!

Today's version:
Mummy! I want to prolong my holiday!

Ms Choy's version:
Alright! Please behave yourselves, students!
Good girls ought to be in bed now...
(Sounds like ah ma)

Devil Choy's version:
Sleep sleep sleep! Sleep so much where got time go online?
Duwan to sleep tonight, I wan2 b a BAD GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Inspector Lemon,

Your last comment really scared me to death...
So easy to trace someone's blog...
Can you teach me a way in banning unwelcomed visitors to find my blog? I mean giving a full stop to that!
If I start another blog by using another brand new email account, will you (you said that you are able to do that) be able to trace my blog? If you can do that, I'm sure I can't escape from my "enemy" again...

Alien

Sorry, I can't tell you gals. BUT...... I know who the culprit is!

To the culprit: You will be my lifetime enemy!

Copy copy copy

Some alien in this world is always copying the others' creativity. This also she copies, that also she copies. Even if somebody refuses to give them their new blogs, they still want to invade into other people's blog and copy their idea. Yes, I'm not so computer literate, I don't know everything about computer. Unlike you, stupid hacker if you think you are really a hacker! I really can't stand you anymore, BASTARD! I don't have a choice! If I lock my blog, the others won;t be able to look at it. But I can't ban one particular person from looking at the content! The blog setting just won't allow it.

You want to know the truth? I hate you looking at my blog. Everyone in this world is free to look at it. I welcome them! But not YOU! You make me constantly changing my blog title but I know no matter how many times I change it, you will still be able to trace it, RIGHT?! Trace! Carry on with your stupidity! Copy everything! You will only deepen the my hatred towards the bloody awful thing that you do!