Message for Adultrers

I received this email recently...

Thought for the day

A wise man once sat in the audience & cracked a joke.
All laughed like crazy. After a moment he cracked the same joke again and a little less people laughed this time.

He cracked the same joke again & again, when there was no laughter in the crowd, he smiled and said

"When you can't laugh on the same joke again & again, then why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over again.

...and I am inspired to reply to this Wseman because during a talk I did for single mothers, one asked, "Move on? Which direction should I go?"

The idea is for friends to send such message to people they know have been cheating on their spouses so that the adulterers will know how painful it is.  Will that stop infidelity?  I don't know but we can try.

Message for Adultrers:

Dear Wiseman

Forget the past & move on? 
When left high and dry, all by myself
which direction should I start from?
I cry in confusion.

Tears flow down my wrinkles
I cry for lost youth
time for building up a career
but I opt for love...
To start a family.

Struggling to make his way
I was the woman behind him
I cry for my lost in status
my right to stand by his side
to bask in the glory
This should be OUR success
NOT THEIRS
I cry.

I cry for all the lies he said
his gifts of guilty conscience
keeping me in the dark
I cry for trusting too much...

I cry thinking about his infidelity
wondering why friends kept his secrets
why are they helping him?
I cry for knowing too late
It’s now his addiction
the excitement
sex outside marriage!

I cry thinking about our children
I am falling into depression
I can’t be a good mother now
should I leave? 
I cry just wondering…

A broken family?
Wondering about the effects
Will they hate me?
How will they manage?
I cry knowing
they will be hurt the most!
  
I cry all alone
acting the "happy family"
knowing day by day
hurting every minute
as he has his way
with me and the others
knowing I know...

What can I do?
the love is not over
I can only cry
and keep crying
over the same thing
over and over again
Till the feelings gone?
Maybe till I am gone
I will keep crying...
 

The 13th Malaysian general election

Per Wikipedia, the 13th Malaysian general election must be held in 2013 or before 2013.  Malaysians, have you registered to vote?

To check on your voting status, you can call the headquarters of the Election Commission or the State Election Officers at Tel : 03-88856500 or do it online at the following link:

http://daftarj.spr.gov.my/daftarj/daftarbi.aspx

Information you need to provide are:
1) Name
2) Identity Card number

Check to ensure that your personal information and the location you are to go to vote are correct. 

If you have moved and the information has not been updated, all you have to do is to go to a Post Office with computer facilities near you to update your records. The officer in charge at the Post Office will provide you a Form A to fill in. You must register in person with your NRIC as you are required to sign on the form. A copy will be given to you.

You can also register as a first time voter at any Post Office near you. Before you go, you need to call 1-300-300-300 (local) or 603-2727 9100 to confirm that the Post Office nearest you has computer facilities.

For those of you living in Kajang, go to:

JKR 78,

Jln Hishamuddin, 

43000 Kajang, Selangor

Tel 03-87331018

To find Post Office in other location go to this link:

http://www.pos.com.my/pos/homepage.aspx

Need more information about your voting rights?  Check out Suruhanjaya Pilihan Raya Malaysia (SPR) website.

 

BEWARE MESSAGE FOR OLDER MEN !!!

From My InBox

Women often receive warnings about protecting themselves at the mall and in
dark parking lots, etc. This is the first warning I have seen for men. I
wanted to pass it on in case you haven't heard about it.

A 'heads up'... for those men who may be regular customers at Lowe's, Home
Depot, Costco, and even Wal-Mart. This one caught me totally by surprise.
Over the last month I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping.
Simply going out to get supplies has turned out to be quite traumatic. Don't
be naive enough to think it couldn't happen to you or your friends.

Here's how the scam works:

Two nice-looking, college-aged girls will come over to your car or truck as
you are packing your purchases into your vehicle. They both start wiping
your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out
of their skimpy T-shirts (It's impossible not to look). When you thank them
and offer them a tip, they say 'No' but instead ask for a ride to
McDonald's. You agree and they climb into the vehicle. On the way, they
start undressing. Then one of them starts crawling all over you, while the
other one steals your wallet.

I had my wallet stolen April 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th, 17th,
20th, 24th, and 29th. Also May 1st and 4th, twice on the 8th, 16th,
18th, 20th and 22nd, and very likely again this upcoming weekend.
So tell your friends to be careful. What a horrible way to take advantage of
us older men.

Warn your friends to be vigilant.

By the way, Wal-Mart has wallets on sale for $2.99 each and I found even
cheaper ones for $.99 at the dollar store and bought them out in three of their stores.
Also, you never get to eat at McDonald's. I've already lost 11 pounds just
running back and forth from Lowe's, to Home Depot, to Costco, Etc.
Please, send this on to all the older men that you know and warn them to be on the lookout for this scam.

P.S. - The best times are just before lunch and around 4:30 in the afternoon.

An Ode To English Plurals

Warning:  Not to be shown to children with poor results in English or it will be used as a reason to explain why they can't do better.


From My InBox:

An Ode To English Plurals

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,

But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,

Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,

Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,

Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,

And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,

Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,

Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,

And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,

But though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,

But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;

Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.

English muffins weren't invented in England.

We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,

We find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,

And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,

Grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?

Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English

should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.

We have noses that run and feet that smell.

We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.

And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,

While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language

in which your house can burn up as it burns down,

in which you fill in a form by filling it out,

and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?

-Author Unknown-