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Thursday, February 11, 2010

The Day I HATE is COMING!!!

Today is 11th February 2010...about 3 more days to go to Valentine's Day. All couple celebrate their Valentine's Day, some will gets flower from their boyfriend, chocolate, teddy, and some will take advantage, to propose their girlfrend...how sweet..but for me...this is the day that I hate SO MUCH!! because this is the broken-hearted day for me. I will cry in my bedroom instead of get some present from my boyfriend. This year, it will be more broken-hearted, because I DUMB my boyfriend. I wish I can do so...and I will HATE VALENTINE'S DAY for the rest of my life. 


Seperti tahun-tahun lepas, Valentine's Day adalah hari yang paling aku benci.aku tidak menyukai hari Valentine's, because, it means useless to me and selalu nya aku akan kecewa.

Seperti blog Valentine aku tahun lepas, aku memang tidak menyukai Valentine's Day sejak aku broken up dengan ex-boyfriend aku. Aku merasakan, tiada yang akan menyanyangi aku seperti mana dia menyanyangi aku. Disebabkan family aku menghalang hubungan kita, so aku kena akur untuk memutuskan hubungan aku dan dia.Walaupun menyesal...(...) 

Aku tidak dapat menerima layanan berbeza dari lelaki lain setelah 4 tahun aku dan dia.Itulah sebab nya setiap kali Valentine's Day, aku menangis dan aku TAK SUKA dan TAK AKAN SUKA Valentine's Day.

Why do Women Cry?

"Why are you crying?" he asked his Mom. "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, the man said,"GOD, why do women cry so easily?"

GOD said, "When I made women 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 them very badly. This same sensitivity helps her to make a child's boo-boo feel better and shares in their teenagers anxieties and fears. 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. I gave her a tear to shed. It's hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed. It's her only weakness. It's a tear for mankind.