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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.”
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i know, someday, you’ll gonna walk with me without hesitations wherein i can feel it that you are proud to have me… :C
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I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by “our disposition.
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.to someone you dearly love, you always know where place is, what your score is and how your love is given to you in return… interpretation may not always right but, if you feel the same way as you have been treated since… you can always speakout and complain… but sometimes it’s not the cowardice that stop you from explaining yourself, but it’s bcoz you are already tired of proving yourself to that someone and yet you are not given better importance. love hurts, love doesn’t fade easily, love fools.. but you can always have a choice to contradict your overflowing affection not just to become stupid in front of your audiences.” —-> read me between my lines… ch!xbing14
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‘i don’t want to be your number one; i wanna be your only one.!’ -ch!xbing14
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.hating things don’t always come with proactivation of telling hated stuffs… most of the time, I let those things happen while waiting for those to ‘mess up’. bcoz I’m too afraid to speakout then I’ll discover that ‘no one’ considers my opinion. it’s the same with my ache, I don’t need it to be broadcasted but, I only let that ache cuts me deeper into my flesh… then, I’ll hope that the host of that ache finds out that it really really hurts… (teary eyes) -aibie 04.21.10
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I don’t mind but I care… (i just found it out that one of the hardest thing to do is to over come your own insecurities…) (^_^)
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i love this song…
