REAL men DON't cry......

Real men don't cry... ah yes we have heard this statement countless of time.. but is it true?

Personally, men who cry are in touch with their sensitive sides and I very much prefer someone who dares to cry rather than hold it all in. Afterall, we're all human and the outpouring of emotions is, but instinct..

It has been ingrained into our DNA since young that crying is a form of attracting attention from out caregiver in a bid to seek solace...

I can relate to that. I remember when I was young, my sister had constantly scream for attention, totally redefining the word "crybaby". I used to detest the way she bawled at the slighest touch.

My mother said that as a kid, I rarely cried. Even on my first day in preschool, when all my peers were bawling and clinging on to their mother's tear-stained pants, I bravely stood in line, nonchalent to my surroundings, singing the national anthem as if I was andrea bocelli. (you get my drift..)

I don't remember myself being so hard harded though, so sometimes I tell others I was a crybaby so I come across as more sensitive (but seriously.. who am I trying to kid.. *evil laugh*)

Some pictures I pulled off various sites, which compound the fact that all babies cry - boy or girl- it is a form of expression that comes from birth.

"Gimme back my pacifier, you twat!"

I was randomly surfing and I came across this queer competition held in Japan. In fact after reading about it, I felt angry. How unethical!!!! Then again, Japanese are known to be amongst the queerest people in the world (the pranks they play on others and the fact that they sell soiled lady undies in public dispensers as if they were commodities... *shock, horror*

"WAAAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAAAAAAA WAAAAAAAA"

Held in Tokyo every late April, is...

a competition for the baby who can cry the loudest!!!!!

Held ’sumo-style’ in conjunction with local amateur sumo, who provides ’support’ for the competitors (also known as bawling babies). In the event, which is thought to bring good health, Japanese babies face off against each other in matches to see who can cry the loudest.

How loud you can cry, I can cry louder, I can cry anything louder than you..
No you can't
Yes I can
No you can't
Yes I can...

"Cry louder you stinking lump of meat! Cry #$%^&*(), CRY!!!!! You're female! You're supposed to be more emotional, cry before I eat you up! I'm hungry!!!!"

"Lets shake these kids so hard, they'll scream their brains out!!! Muahahaha!!"

"Maybe pinching them real hard when their parents are looking might work!!!"
(look at the guy on the left, I actually think he is secretly squeeing the baby's $%^&)

I bet the kid in the red flappy underwear is crying of embarrassment... At least have the decency to properly clothe him!!

"Waaaaaa Waaaaa we're going to get eaten alive by these fatties!! Oh no!!! Their tummies feel like waterbeds!!! Help!!!"

boy on the left... " Damn these crap heads. To dress me in a ninja suit! How am I going to look good enough for this girl? She has a sour puss face! She must be turned off by me! How am I going to get lucky!!!??? *wail*"

Can’t get enough photos of sumo wrestlers making babies cry? Check out our other report on a similar festival held in Tokyo.

So men, what I'm trying to say is that crying is very natural, so let the tears flow...

As Justin Timberlake says it best... CRY ME A RIVER....

Listen to the rhythm of the ralling rain

"Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain... tellin' me what a fool I've been"

Bet you have heard this oldie many a time before, but somehow the lyrics in its entirety whizz you by, you are more enchanted by the catchy tune more than anything else. It's that kind of tune you find yourself unconsciously tapping your foot too and singing along with, without really digesting it's meaning. Anyway, I digress...

This post is simply put it, about rain. Yes, RAIN. That wet, sloppy, slusshy 4 letter word. RAIN.

Rain is a type of precipitation, a product of the condensation of atmospheric water vapor that is deposited on the earth's surface.

That's what it is as defined by wikipedia, but somehow I feel encyclopedias tend to take the emotions out of nouns. Rain sounds so trivial, just a "product" of the environment.


When I think of rain, a thousand and one little images flood my mind, like an infinite string of thumbnailed images, weaved seamlessly together and blurred at its edges - vivid pictures which depict sadness, happiness, anger, deceit, jealousy, impartiality, content, excitement and yes, the movie, "Rain Man" (ok, so I admit, partially because Tom cruise starred in it)









It's ironic how rain reminds me of tears steaming down from the sky - immense sorrow, yet rain also reminds me of purity, the somewhat purging and cleansing of sins, the totality of forgiveness and the unconditional love and everlasting promise of a Savior.

Rain is a funny thing. It's mother nature's gift to mankind. Have you felt cool raindrops on your skin, falling down in its abundance and tickling your senses? Ever tasted rain? The subtle taste of dirt on your tongue.. Ever smelt rain? That humid air, thickened by moisture, the smell of fresh grass -almost pungent- waft up your nose. Maybe it takes a kind of childishness to transcend the drag of the world today, to go back in time and remember the times when you were young, in those red boots, splashing in the rain, drinking down gulps of pearls from the sky...

Rain somehow also gives hope. Each drop..


Reminding us that as long as we still feel rain on our skin and tears across our faces, that we are still alive... and that all is not lost. There is hope, the sunshine after the rainbow. How beautiful it is, to know that right then and there, you are alive, you have blood coursing through your veins, you are breathing, your heart beating...

As instinctual as the rain is to mother nature, is the act of the "human downpour". It does not recognize cultural and racial boundaries. it cannot be learnt, or unlearnt.


Guess the best thing about rain, really is having the ability to take things easy, to really know that to everything, there are 2 sides, the happy and the sad. That's just life. Without sadness, happiness would also cease to exist.

Maybe we should all just learn to laugh at ourselves a bit more... how much more meaningful would life be...