Fluffy bunnies and frolicking lambs
*breaks down*
(Jonald Poor power ranger putties, they can never hug, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 20:27, Reply)

Probably a few months back
The morning after I was dumped by someone I thought I could spend the right of my life with, obviously she already had someone lined up who she promised to me several days previous that they were just friends and nothing more. Only time I cried about it and only for a brief second.

I do tend to shed a tear at cheesy moments during most films but never full on crying, I'm not that emotionally weak! :D
( TN, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 19:40, Reply)

Holocaust
Today I watched "The Pianist" - that scene where he's walking through the ghetto after everyone has been taken away, including his family, and he's just sobbing...we were sat in a History lesson and I had to have a quick "look out of the window"...
We're doing the Holocaust in History and I had to watch Schindler's List too. Right at the end where he breaks down I did also, after containing myself all the way through, even after the little girl with the red coat bit.

On a lighter note, I also cried with laughter because my dog ran into a glass door trying to get at a cat this morning. The expression on his face as he was just about to hit the glass was just priceless.
(mrmistoffeles, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 19:10, Reply)

Everytime I read 'Rainbow Bridge'
'Rainbow Bridge' is a poem dedicated to animals that we love and lost. Read it and cry ;(

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
(colinbatesuk, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 18:39, Reply)

haha
I break out in tears and laughter whenever someone says anything illogical.

My sense of humor is quite :/
(GiveMeMyLiverBack, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 18:28, Reply)

Oh, and Jolene
by the white stripes gives me that stomach in knots feeling but i've not been blue enough for it to send me over the edge yet.
(C0UN7:z3r0, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 18:06, Reply)

when i was a nippper....
....i used to get terrified by the turkish delight advert. Do you remember it? The haunting music, the purpleness of the film, i think a guy climbed in through a window (i might be thinking of milk tray there though). GOD IT PETRIFIED ME! I'd run screaming behind the couch, my mum had to frantically change the channel when the adverts came on just in case!! I was a strange child.
(C0UN7:z3r0, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 18:04, Reply)

In ibiza (but not recently.)
2002. My ex-girlfriend and I were sat outside cafe del mar on the beach watching the sunset begin, the sun sets between a peninsula of the main island and a smaller island not far away, it is an amazing sight as anyone who has been would know. We'd had a few beers but she hadn't stopped nagging me ALL DAY. I hadnt done a single thing to upset her, she was just in a bad mood. It was this moment that it dawned on me that i didn't love her any more, she was the first woman i'd ever loved and it was the first time i'd had my heart broken. I didnt bawl but i couldnt hold back the tears. I just sat there on the beach with tears rolling down from behind my shades watching the beautiful sunset. I wish i could say i dumped her there and then but it was another year before i ended it.
*boo-hoo, sniff*
(C0UN7:z3r0, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 17:59, Reply)

Melodic folk sung by beautiful people
Seeing the Magic Numbers play at bush hall a few weeks ago, i was moved to tears, and got disdainful sideways glances from the rest of the audience (squares!)
(The Clerk, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 17:47, Reply)

I seldom cry.
It’s not a thing that I find easy to do. However I do remember the last time I shed a tear. Twas the summer time and everyone was out having a good time, enjoying the fine weather and such. At the time my friends and I were enjoying a few quiet beers in our local beer garden while watching the ladies do the whole summer clothing thing. Dave turned to me and said his rabbit had died earlier that day. At first I thought it was quite funny but as my beer haze started to clear and I felt the cold sobering truth fill me up. I realised that no longer would I enjoy sneaking into Dave’s garden at the crack of dawn and having my way with his beautiful rabbit. I held back the sorrow and pain till I got home, where I finally broke down in dismay. I now sneak into my mate Sue’s house and bugger her chinchilla instead. Funny how life goes on even through the worst of times.
(The Badger King woo yay hoopla, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 17:44, Reply)

Doctor Zhivago
I managed not to cry at all at my wedding - because I was really happy.

But was found by my new wife blubbing like a baby at the end of Doctor Zhivago.
(woodchopper likes chopping wood, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 17:41, Reply)

Old Ladies
I always feel terribly sad and will cry for hours whenever I see an old lady walking along slowly by herself. It really really gets to me. I start imagining them living alone, no one to care for or be cared for by.

There is one particular old lady I used to see every day when I was coming back from school (back in the day!). She was bent over double and walked painfully slowly. However since i've grown up and moved away, my mother recently told me that she now see's the same woman when she picks up my younger sister from school. Thankfully she is always seen picking up her grandchildren every day (and by all accounts, are two very nice little kids, which makes things even better!). My mum also got talking to her once at the local post office and she has a daughter and a son that visit at least once a week. Woo! I cried with joy!!!
(Mogg Questioned her own sanity on, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 17:29, Reply)

three days ago
listening to Eva Cassidy sing "Over the Rainbow"
( urbane legend i have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 17:06, Reply)

Pretty Much Anything
makes me cry these days. Ever since I moved into a house full of girls I cry at the drop of the hat.
I agree with the Johnny Cash thing, there are some of his I can't even listen to. Anything by Gram Parsons has a similar effect.
My frequent visits from the migraine fairy make me cry like a big baby, especially if there is puking.
Oh and and the idea of anything bad happening to any cat on the whole planet ever. Our local paper seems to be having a run on the "cat tortured by teenage" thugs type stories and it gets me every time.
(BadKittyDirtyKitty, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 16:55, Reply)

PORN
Always brings a tear to my japs eye
(It's Grim Up North, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 16:38, Reply)

Bloody Johnny Cash
'Hurt' gets me every time.
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 16:31, Reply)

Onions
In response to the person who wrote "onions", they always made my eyes water lots too. (I don't know if that technically counts as crying.) My solution was to steal some hardcore goggles from a chemistry lab, which form a pretty much airtight seal around your eyes. You could probably manage similarly with swimming goggles, though I'm not sure what would make you look more like a gimp.

To answer the actual question, the last time I cried was on breaking up with a long-term girlfriend. And she thought I wasn't in touch with my emotions. Hah!

Blimey, that was ages ago and I haven't had a girlfriend worth mentioning since. Almost makes me want to cry right now.
(P-Nuts, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 16:27, Reply)

Gutted
I last cried when I was on the way to the hospital for my test results and I ran my mother down and killed her - couldn't stop as appointments are really hard to get. As I was pulling up at the hospital I got a text from my girlfriend finishing our 5 year relationship as she was running away with my wife.

With tears streaming down my face the doctor told me that my cancer was in remission but that the test had revealed that I had advanced AIDS and I'd be lucky to see the end of the Summer. As I was driving home Terry Jacks "Seasons In The Sun" was playing on the radio and the poignant lyrics distracted me so that I failed to see the three year old child on crutches and knocked him straight into his parents.

All in all a bastard sort of a day.

I remain, as usual,
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 16:06, Reply)

Being b3tan to it
By formerly-automatic Mince.
( Beve The Spaniard broke off his horse's head, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 16:05, Reply)

Last time I cried was when I found
out there was no newsletter this week...
( Christian Bale of Hay in a field, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 16:03, Reply)

Cry?
I have no eyes, you insensitive bastards.

I have teh braille interweb...yeah...that's it. I definitely not lying.
(King In Crimson, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 15:56, Reply)

Pasta
I dropped a big glass jar full of dried pasta onto my tiled kitchen floor, why did that make me cry?

EDIT: I had had a bad day at work.
(pdjpdj, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 15:51, Reply)

flaming lips
listening to them and thinking about past relationships
(bloodyHassocks, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 15:51, Reply)

Normandy
I have to agree with the battlefields post. Im a former US Marine and a history buff. I booked a trip to London with my Brother, Brother In Law and a friend of my Brother In Law's. We got to London and while we were there we found out we could fly to Paris for like 70 Quid. So we booked it and decided to train down to Bayeux and get a cab to Normandy.

So, four relatively hard guys. Its cold out, overcast and drizzling. We get to Saint Laurent-sur-Mer and we walk down that long gravel pathway lined with American flags. We get to the clearing and there are the thousands of white crosses marking the final resting places of American servicemen who died liberating France. Its breathtaking. Beautiful in its symmetry but so quiet and peaceful.

I was fine. Our group seperated though as we started to walk amongst the headstones. I was still fine. Overwhelmed, but fine. Then I saw a cross that said "Here Lies an American Serviceman Known But To God" and the tears started. Somebody's Momma never got their boy back. Some wife never saw her husband again. Some child never knew their Daddy. I had often thought about how my parents would feel if I was ever killed in action, but this made it all come to life...these young men's families experienced this.

As the tears started to roll down my cheeks, I looked around to see where the rest of my party was and noticed we ALL had our heads bowed and our sunglasses on despite the overcast day and all of us were sliding our hands up under the protective dark lenses to wipe away tears.

When we regrouped later to head to the beach, noone spoke. We just walked. Grateful for this generation that sacrificed so much and sorry for their Mothers and Wives and Sweethearts.

Sic Semper Tyrannis.

Sean
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 15:47, Reply)

Feel like crying...
...when after a hellish week at work I've discovered that not only am I going to have to stay after-hours for the fourth time in a row today, but I'll have to come in during the weekend as well.

IT as a career - sometimes I wonder what the f*ck I was thinking. Big ol' dangly arsenuts :/
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 15:33, Reply)

Everything
I'm 40 weeks pregnant.

EVERYTHING makes me cry.

All right? Now just fuck off and leave me alone you insensitive bastards.
( Sausagegirl, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 15:27, Reply)

QotW's make me cry
Pain - and most recently, getting cramp in my good leg and not being able to reach it to massage it and by the time I'd woken my girlfriend up I had tears in my eyes.

Joy - I had tears rolling down my cheeks when I saw the first scan of my baby, it was barely a speck but I saw it's tiny heartbeat.

Sorrow - there were more tears when it got flushed down the toilet two days later after my girlfriend miscarried.

And as for the Premonitions and Near Death Experiences QotW's, I got so choked that I coudn't even submit my answers.
(SpittyWoonerism, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 15:25, Reply)

Battlefields
De-lurk. Hmm. Last summer I went to France and Belgium to visit the Western Front battlefields there - partly because I'm interested in history, and partly because I felt like making a pilgrimage of sorts... Anyway, to travel from Mons to Ypres to Passchendaele to the Somme takes only a few hours by car, but the scale of the slaughter that took place in this small space is staggering. But it didn't make me cry. The memorials (French, German, British, Canadian, and many more) are so dignified and wonderfully-kept that it's hard to feel any real, immediate emotion. And so it went, till I visited the Newfoundland Memorial, at Beaumont Hamel on the Somme. This was the site of some of the worst carnage of the Somme offensive, and takes the form of several acres of parkland, largely preserved as it was at the end of the War - all the trench lines, crates and so on are still there.

The park contains a number of small cemeteries, including Hawthorn Ridge (photo here), where the headstones are lined up touching each other, instead of the regulation spacing. I had a look at the CWGC register, which told me that the original battlefield grave had consisted of two trenches, with the bodies' arms linked as the men were all from the same battalion and were killed on the same day.

THAT made me cry. That little bit of solicitude and humanity shown by men burying their comrades made me weep for the millions of lonely, terrified, painful deaths died on this small patch of land. It made me weep for the thousands of men who disappeared, and for the anonymous bones buried under headstones reading "known unto God". Every one of the names on every memorial and grave register was a life, a person like you or me, with the same ambitions and hopes.

I have been back again this year, and I suspect I shall continue to visit. It's all over and forgotten now, but I feel it's still worth some tears.

Apology for the lack of a flippant cock-size-related apology.
(Lapsed Pacifist, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 15:19, Reply)

The PETA video made me twunting FURIOUS, but as for tears...
Johnny Cash singing "One"; reminds me (and, doubtless, millions of others) of the end of a relationship. Even though ending that particular relationship was the best thing I ever did, I still can't help blubbing cos it brings back all the feelings of confusion, hopelessness, and worthlessness engendered by my state of mind at the time.

~ahem~

Also blubbed a little when watching Amelie; the bit where she returns the box of toys to the middle aged chap.

I seem to be welling up just thinking about that. Bah.
(Light, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 15:13, Reply)