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  1. Join Date
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    #1
    Time to honor our beloved mothers. Mother's day will be celebrated on May 8. Time to think and plan how we are going to spend this day with our mom.
    Any gift suggestion?

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    Treat her out for dinner. Buy her a Spa package. It doesn't matter how much you spend, but what matters is you show you her you remember and care for her.

    For me its hard to buy material gifts for my mom cuz she has all the things she needs.

  3. Join Date
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    MOM:Give her a warm hug and kiss.

    WIFE: Tell her that you love her after you have read this:

    When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms


    On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The
    bridal car stopped
    in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted
    that I carry her out
    of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our
    home. She was then plump
    and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

    This was the scene of ten years ago.

    The following days were as simple as a cup of pure
    water: we had a kid, I
    went into business and tried to make more money.
    When the assets were
    steadily increasing, the affections between us
    seemed to ebb. She was a
    civil servant. Every morning we left home together
    and got home almost at
    the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding
    school.

    Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But
    the calm life was more
    likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

    Dew came into my life.

    It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony.
    Dew hugged me from
    behind. My heart once again was immersed in her
    stream of love. This was
    the apartment I bought for her.

    Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws
    girls' eyeballs. Her
    words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just
    married, my wife
    said, "Men like you, once successful, will be very
    attractive to girls."
    Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew
    I had betrayed my
    wife. But I couldn't help doing so.

    I moved Dew's hands aside and said," You go to
    select some furniture,
    O.K.? I've got something to do in the company."
    Obviously she was
    unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see
    with her. At the
    moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my
    mind although it used to
    be something impossible to me.

    However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife
    about it. No matter
    how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be
    deeply hurt. Honestly, she
    was a good wife. Every evening she was busy
    preparing dinner. I was
    sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready
    soon. Then we watched TV
    together. Or, I was lounging before the computer,
    visualizing Dew's body.
    This was the means of my entertainment.

    One day I said to her in a slight joking way,
    "suppose we divorce, what
    will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds
    without a word.
    Apparently she believed that 'divorce' was something
    too far away from
    her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she
    got to know I was
    serious.

    When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped
    out. Almost all the
    staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and
    tried to hide
    something while talking with her. She seemed to have
    got some hint. She
    gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some
    hurt in her eyes.

    Once again, Dew said to me, "He Ning, divorce her,
    O.K.? Then we live
    together." I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any
    more.

    When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand.
    "I've got something
    to tell you," I said.

    She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the
    hurt in her eyes.
    Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I
    had to let her know
    what I was thinking. "I want to divorce." I raised a
    serious topic
    calmly.

    She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words,
    instead she asked me
    softly, "why?". "I'm serious." I avoided her
    question. This so-called
    answer turned her angry. She threw away the
    chopsticks and shouted at me,
    "you are not a man!".

    At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was
    weeping. I knew she
    wanted to find out what had happened to our
    marriage. But I could hardly
    give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had
    gone to Dew.

    With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce
    agreement which stated
    that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake
    of my company. She
    glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a
    pain in my heart.
    The woman who had been living ten years with me
    would become a stranger
    one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

    Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was
    what I had expected to
    see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release.
    The idea of divorce
    which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be
    firmer and clearer.

    A late night, I came back home after entertaining my
    clients. I saw her
    writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast.
    When I woke up, I
    found she was still there. I turned over and was
    asleep again.< ONT>

    She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't
    want anything from me,
    but I was supposed to give her one month's time
    before divorce, and in
    the month's time we must live as normal life as
    possible. Her reason was
    simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a
    month later and she
    didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.

    She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then
    asked me, "He Ning,
    do you still remember how I entered our bridal room
    on the wedding day?"
    This question suddenly brought back all those
    wonderful memories to me. I
    nodded and said, "I remember". "You carried me in
    your arms", she
    continued, "so, I have a requirement, that is, you
    carry me out in your
    arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end
    of this month, you
    must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every
    morning."

    I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those
    sweet days and wished to
    end her marriage with a romantic form.

    I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She
    laughed loudly and
    thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she
    does, she has to face
    the result of divorce," she said scornfully. Her
    words more or less made
    me feel uncomfortable.

    My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my
    divorce intention
    was carried her out for the first day, we both
    appeared clumsy. Our son
    clapped behind us, "daddy is holding mummy in his
    arms." His words
    brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the
    sitting room, then to
    the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my
    arms. She closed her
    eyes and said softly, "Let us start from today,
    don't tell our son." I
    nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down
    outside the door. She went
    to wait for bus, I drove to office.

    On the second day, both of us acted much more
    easily. She leaned on my
    chest. We were so close that I could smell the
    fragrance of her blouse. I
    realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman
    carefully for a long
    time. I found she was not young any more. There were
    some fine wrinkles
    on her face.

    On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside
    garden is being
    demolished. Be careful when you pass there."

    On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to
    feel that we were
    still an intimate couple and I was holding my
    sweetheart in my arms. The
    visualization of Dew became vague.

    On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me
    something, such as,
    where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful
    while looking, etc.
    I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.

    I didn't tell Dew about this.

    I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the
    everyday workout made me
    stronger. I said to her, "It seems not difficult to
    carry you now."

    She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry
    her out. She tried
    quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then
    she sighed, "All my
    dresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly
    realized that it was
    because she was thinner that I could carry her more
    easily, not because I
    was stronger. I knew she had buried all the
    bitterness in her heart.
    Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I
    reached out a hand to
    touch her head.

    Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to
    carry mum out." He
    said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother
    out had been an
    essential part of his life. She gestured our son to
    come closer and
    hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was
    afraid I would change
    my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms,
    walking from the
    bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway.
    Her hand surrounded my
    neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly,
    as if we came back to
    our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me
    sad.

    On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could
    hardly move a step.
    Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I
    hope you will hold me
    in your ms until we are old."

    I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't
    notice that our life
    was lack of such intimacy."

    I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
    door. I was afraid
    any delay would make me change my decision. I walked
    upstairs. Dew opened
    the door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't
    divorce. I'm serious."

    She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my
    forehead. "You got no
    fever." She said. I moved her hand off my head.
    "Sorry, Dew," I said, "I
    can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My
    marriage life was boring
    probably because she and I didn't value the details
    of life, not because
    we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand
    that since I carried
    her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am
    supposed to hold her
    until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you."

    Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud
    slap and then slammed
    the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and
    drove to the office.

    When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered
    a bouquet for my wife
    which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to
    write the greeting
    words on the card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry
    you out every morning
    until we are old."
    Last edited by mikaztro; April 27th, 2005 at 01:01 PM.

  4. Join Date
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    mom ko, perfume and dinner lang ok na... it really depends on what she wants & needs...

    pamper her
    dont let her work on that day
    go out with the whole family
    treat her out for dinner/outing

  5. Join Date
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    hmmm..naalala ko tuloy ang puntod ni nanay sa probinsya..

    ke wifey naman dami ko naiisip wala tuloy akong napili..

    imho pede narin siguro kantahan ko na lang, "mama" ni matt monroe..
    Last edited by 2004lynxghia; April 27th, 2005 at 07:55 PM. Reason: dded paragrapgh

  6. Join Date
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    #6
    cook a special meal all by yourself

  7. Join Date
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    that former post was too long. haha dont think she'd like that.

    maybe some mother's step 1,2 and 3 car clean set?

    hehe

    But I concur, Spa treatment.

  8. Join Date
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    #8
    ...SPA is the way to go. to relieve all the stress of raising us.

  9. Join Date
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    something unique...aaah, her favorite perfume?

  10. Join Date
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    #10
    Para sa lahat ng nanay natin at mga wifey ng mga tsikoteers na may kids na,happy mother's day po..sana palagi natin iparamdam sa kanila kung gaano sila ka-espesyal..

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