Seth: Why do people cry?
Maggie: What do you mean?
Seth: I mean... what happens physically?
Maggie: Well... umm... tear ducts operate on a normal basis to lubricate and protect the eye and when you have an emotion they overreact and create tears.
Seth: Why? Why do they overreact?
Maggie: [pause] I don't know.
Seth: Maybe... maybe emotion becomes so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful... and your body weeps.


I can't really remember when was the last time I cried. I guess I'm evolving into an emotionless, retard robot. Still remember the feeling, though. It's kinda nice, like a loose feeling and lightness, kinda like the freshness after a shower, an achievement of something very important and nothing or no one else could take it away from you. Ah, nice...

Should try it sometimes... but, hey, Big Boys Don't Cry...

"The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet, neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital, busy occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to install artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidney to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain, take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, some day, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil.

Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with kind deed or word to someone who needs you.

If you do all I have asked, I will live forever."

- Robert N. Test -

See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle
Just remember, darling, all the while
You belong to me.

See the marketplace in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
But remember when a dream appears
You belong to me.

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too---and blue

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
Watch the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember till you're home again
You belong to me

The rain made me do it! Honest! When you're in my place right now, I'm sure you'll gonna sink too into some oldies when it's raining in the morning. That's Jo Stafford, by the way. This song was covered by more than 70 artists, the original version of the song was recorded by Sue Thompson in 1952. Still, besides this, I like the Jason Wade version of Shrek's OST.