A Sydney receptionist who caught the eye of One Direction has felt the wrath of the popular boyband’s teenage fans.

The Daily Telegraph reports 20-year-old Anna Crotti was working on the front desk at radio station Nova when the pop stars arrived for an interview with the network’s breakfast hosts.

Band member Harry Styles mentioned Crotti on air, with Zayn Malik and Niall Horan agreeing she had “beautiful eyes”. Looking at the pictures, I can’t blame them. Shes the only one who’s attractive in the group.

“We were communicating [via text] through the whole day pretty much [and Zayn] asked if I would like to catch up. I said I was free a bit later,” she told the Daily Telegraph.

Things went a little hazy as One Direction fans had found out about the lucky gal. Tracking Crotti down on her Facebook page, she was sent a number of “intimidating” messages.
Mothers had been calling Crotti to say their daughters were crying and “would kill to be in her shoes”. Simply put, girls these days are stupid.

“By the end of the day it got a bit too scary. I didn’t even want to walk home. It was so intense. I messaged Zayn and said, ‘Maybe it’s not a good idea we meet up’. It was just a bit too full-on. I know it’s just typical teenage girl stuff, but I don’t understand it,” Crotti says.

One Direction is due in New Zealand next week and I doubt the girls there will be any kinder despite New Zealands legendary friendliness.

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The first day I walked by myself to Kindergarten was a Sunny Autumn morning. I cried nearly ever step of the way – but I bet Mom really wasn’t too far away and every tear must have hurt her dearly. But she knew there would be a time I would have to step out on my own. As much as she loved me she knew I would have to go on my own eventually – she knew I’d be okay, but it didn’t make it hurt much less.

For some of us, we know that death is not a final ending. We might not all have the same faith and some of us might not believe in an afterlife and do not believe in what that afterlife is even if we believe in it. However when we are faced with mortality, the separation from our loved ones by that veil of death, no matter how firm our faith, there is a feeling of pain and loss. Like a parent sending their child to school. Or like a child going leaving home to live away from home to go to university or college, we know it is happening and it is proper that it happens, but even though we know that we can still love our loved ones who are separate from us – it will never be the same.

Even as that time approaches, even if the brush with mortality is not mortal on that occasion, it foreshadows the eventual separation. We feel the upcoming pain of separation.

I think, I pray not that someone close does not die. I do not know the proper time of their passing. I know it will happen when it is God’s Will – for that is my belief – and so my prayer is for strength and understanding in the time of tears over the separation. I pray for comfort for those around me and the person who is facing mortality. I pray for strength so that I can help comfort those around me who need it an so that I do not become a burden in taking too much energy in personal needs for comfort myself.

I know that knowing and feeling are different things. I feel the pain even though I know the parting is temporary and if and when it happens it is God’s Will and that in truth my beloved one is not that far away – just not so huggable. I cry just thinking of the separation. Like Mom must have when I walked alone at 5 to kindergarten that first day.

Do not despair! Arise!

The sun without the sun’s rays are not worth mentioning. as well as yourself. you are supposed to emit rays of the sun, though clouded gray cover people’s views to see the beauty of your light.

I often look to see you angry when you see others succeed. What do you want the success of others? Did I not already provide suksesmu own?

You never catch, so you can never have it. Your eyes are not focused on great design for my life, but drawn to the work of my life extraordinary for others.

Be like water. Always flows through all things, penetrates all sides and without limits.

My son, do not be defeated by circumstances, but circumstances defeated. Dear children, do not hurt when you were reprimanded, when you feel you’ve done the best.

Hurt it will just make you sleep soundly and not feel uncomfortable. Dispose of it from your heart and mind. Watch thou in such a way that you can overcome feelings of being treated unfairly, harassed, belittled or betrayed by a neighbor.

Is not that why you live? to the fact that in this world that most know how you feel and accept yourself as it is just ME?

Stay away from all forms of anger, but do not stay away from ME.

My son, remember this well. I always mebuka my hand wide to give you a sense of security, whenever you need it. I always prepare a shoulder to lean your head and pour out the tears. I did it because I genuinely care about you.

My father always loves you,

under a broken purple sky

now looking up again I see

a light that makes me wonder why

I can’t find a way to save the night

don’t know the words to say that 

will not make you cry

and I would die

if I saw a single tear-drop in your eyes

I will never say..

the sorrow falling with the rain

washing dreams right out of sight

forget the cost forsake the pain

come ride with me into the night

I can’t find a way to save the night

don’t know the words to say that

will not make you cry

and I would die

if I saw a single tear-drop in your eyes

and I will never say

goodbye

      This sight overwhelmed me and the mother instinct in me could not stop crying. A huge part of me not only felt the pain of farhiya’s mum but also began to process how easily we take for granted our ordinary life that we call ‘normal’.

      I am blessed with this bubbly healthy two year old daughter and she weighs a grateful 15kgs. Farhiya is less than a quarter of my two year-old’s weight. Any mother, would bleed at just the thought of her child in such a state let alone experience it. Can you imagine how a mother feels having to witness everyday her child deteriorating to a point of dancing on the life and death line? It is absolutely insurmountable pain, I think.

      Strangely, Farhiya’s mother is almost at a clam mode. Unmoving, unfeeling, distant but not indifferent. It feels like she is almost at an acceptance level, embracing her fate. Only when journalists probe her with their battery of questions that you begin to see the emotions behind her eyes. She has cried all her tears out. She has exhausted her pain reservoir. She has been through a lot. She has had to bury her other child on the way as she travelled to seek food for her children. She watches us, journalists, doctors, aid workers and the many visitors to the hospital like we are hazy figures making some distant noise. Her eyes are fixated on her daughter’s eyes. She asks the doctor who is taking his rounds if her daughter will survive this. He explains to her that she had a few complications due to the acute malnutrition she came in with. Complications like respiratory infections. He tries to be straight with her while taking precaution not to kill her hope. She just continues fanning the flies off her daughter’s face. She asks me if the pictures we are taking are going to do anything for her. I assure her we will do our best to ensure the world gets to see her suffering.

     This trip not only made me hugely appreciate the life I live, the food I eat, the power I have to put food on the table for my daughter, but for some funny reason I also come back from it somewhat feeling guilty about my own child’s upbringing. Don’t get me wrong, I live for my daughter and I believe she deserves all that I can give. But seeing Farhiya made me feel like mine has got it all while Farhiya has none.

     As a journalist sometimes I feel it is not enough to just seek the story but to do something tangible about. If we say it is enough to evoke public sympathy by the power of a story, I say it is not enough. Feel, cry, put all your emotions in and let yourself forget the story and just be human to another suffering human. I will not tell you what I did because it is insignificant to the ammount of help Farhiya and her mum needed.

Approximately 41% of women at least once cried at work, while it barely made nine percent of men, U.S. study showed that 700 people attended. Tears can help the women in career advancement, and the stud’s author Anne Kremer on the basis of the results and even wrote a book titled “Emotions in the workplace.” 

In the book Anne Kremer finds that men are more sensitive to others tears, while the calculation says that a woman over a beach average life 12,000 hours, which is one year and four months. 

-A woman who cries, employers perceive as too self-critical, in view of the work can be positive, because it symbolizes how important the job. Therefore, it will promote a lot faster than a man who seemingly did not seem upset at work, said Anne Kremer. 

Opponents argue that such thinking in the workplace tears show weakness and inability, in the final outcome may lead to dismissal.

   Therefore remain proud of yourself as a woman and understand that in weakness there will always be forces that arise.

It’s like I’m her new nightmare, she ain’t escaping
It makes me feel a bit complete, yeah
Knowing someone you love don’t feel the same way about ya
Memories they soon delete, hmmm

A couple weeks no talking, I seen my baby
I’ve missed you so damn much, hey
I wish we could start over, I told my baby
This what this bitch tells me, she said….

I don’t wanna fill in the rest of the lyrics, it might display to much self-pity.
So, I went to school today late, about 20 minutes before first period was over. I liked this, and the next class was Art. I was expecting to see her, but she wasn’t there. I really don’t like discussing things via text-phone call, anymore.  I just want things to be straight up now, no more bull shit, fucking mind games I swear. I actually got some work done today, because I wasn’t focused on making you happy. Win-lose situation. I went on to English, wrote a rap. Yes I know. But here is part of it.Fuck I can’t find it, so I’m going to write this off the dome.

Love is a rocky road we experience.
Usually includes some tears in it.
I’ve learned my luck ain’t good, so I just say fuck it.
Every girl you meet, you just learn from. 
Even if at the end you get stung.
Take a bite out of my heart. 
Should have a weird gritty taste to it. 
It’s a fuckin defense mechanism, 
All I wanna do now is have orgasms, 
The world’s my bitch, I’ll stick my dick in her and cum in it. 
Don’t bother me with your worthless bullshit. 
That is not wanted here. 
All it’ll do is bring tears, 
Not to me of course, but to you.
Not what I just said, was completely true. 

I know it’s not particularly the best, but drop a sick beat behind it, hand me a mic, I’ll let the magic flow.  I hope I didn’t offend “anyone”. Goodnight. Bitches.

Shout outs to the two girls, that have been here for me, while this shit happened. Hannah, and Ashleigh. I truly appreciate everything yall have done. Thank you!

To some bros of mine, Jeffrey and Richard, thanks white guys. Ha.

Anyone can dream and we all have dreams. All little girls want to be princess but how many little boys want to be princes. People such not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not.

We can uplift males to think they can become kings and prince why not. We need to uplift male’s minds that they can be something anything but drug dealers or thugs.

Remember that what you now have was once among the things you only dreamed for in your life.

Do not dismiss a dream make that dream your goal. If you want to be a queen in your lie then achieve that goal.

I want to be a queen of my life so I act like I come from a royal blood line. I dream as if I will live forever, I going to live as if I die tonight.

I heard a Reverend say there are too many drama queens walking around. I think I know a few drama queens if I think hard enough.

Drama is defined as a composition in prose or verse presenting in dialog or pantomime a story involving conflict or contrast of character, esp. one intended to be acted on the stage; a play.” Another definition of drama is any situation or series of events having vivid, emotional, conflicting, or striking interest or results.

I know a man and I swear he is a drama king. He whines and he cries and everything is wrong and nothing is right. Did I say he was dead broke walking on two feet and had no money in his pockets?

People seem to hide the fact they are worthy less. Get up make a change for your life stop whining and crying and begging.

I had to learn to accept change and humble my self and work hard and take people comments wrong right or indifferent and work on me.

I used to be a drama queen it was every one else fault why my life was so messed up. But the truth of the matter I had to open my eyes and make the changes for my  life.

I had to stop allowing negative thing shappen to my life. I had to stand up and do me.

You are not a queen to be able to control what other people say or do.

That goes for males also you are not a king who is able to control what other people say or do.

I used to think I was held responsible for my son’s actions.

I was not held responsible I had to stand tall and tell him to get a grip and work and stop this hanging around with people who mean him no good at all.

I told him to get an education. I been to high school and did some college work but who am I to say do some college work when I did not get my college education.

Learn from example so I am back in college and I am working on me. I no longer cry and whine over things that I have no control over.

This confession helped me to set me free of holding on to negative issues.

I used to make and hide my emotions and then just blew up one day and people would assume that I was crazy.

I have to realize that my control obsessions was also my own fear of my past and the things that I been through in my life.

I cannot change the past and I have to keep working on making my future better.

I got a grip on me; if I want to act like I am a royal person then I need to get my health right, education on point, home life secure.

I started writing over a bad relationship. I really thought I lost my voice of me.

My writing is my form of me that someone will someday read my writing and I pray that one word or another will bring a smile to their face.

We all need some type of help.

My stories create an image of me, in other peoples mind, thoughts and words that become the words on paper but a path to your soul.

I want to be the own star of my show. I do not want to be someone clearance package.

I want to be the display in the store window because that display is the most expensive thing in the store. I do not want to be shoved on a shelf to allow dust to keep me warm.

Keep in mind the world is big. There are things bigger then what is happening to your life today.

You should think like a king or queen because they are not afraid to fail in anything they do.

Women learn to act like a princess or a royal blood but never allow the kingdom you settled for to be a peasants dwelling.

Women demand from any man you are dating to treat you like a queen.

In turn treat him like a king.

But if he or she is unworthy of being king or king then step away and find yourself someone worthy of your love.

In life there are stages you must pass. Try to review your life as a stage and image what people are looking at in your play of life.

Learn to discipline your mouth and behavior. You do not have to always win a disagreement and you don’t always have to be seen or heard in public or at home,

Sometimes it best to sit and be silent.

I know she is not of royal blood line: I am not royal blood line but it said that we all come from kings and queens.

I think it would be best to the queen of someone heart and not the drama queen of society.

“Boys ain’t supposed to cry.” That’s what I heard from men when I was a kid and that we (boys) were made of ‘frog legs and puppy dog tails’ signifying some type of ‘tough’ genetic makeup I suppose. Well when I was a boy I did cry when I got hurt or beat up by that lil girl in the second grade. Whatever the reason, crying was then and is still now in my adult life a great stress reliever.

We are innudated with so many stressfull ‘triggers’ most of them dealing with personal and/or financial relationships. You can become so overwhelmed that you literally want to just cry. Those so called ‘real men’ who go through life without showing any emotions or holding back for sake of bravado or manhood, had better wise up. Bottling up your true feelings due to some disconcerted situation is enough to cause physical strain on your functioning organs specifically the heart.

That is not to reason that we should ‘act out’ on every impulsive venture either, but surely crying when rendered is a great form of stress relief. When I pray or go into worship I am more apt to cry simply from the mind and heart connection and the grace that intercedes. Sometimes I am so awash in my own tears while worshipping at church that fellow patrons quickly hand me napkins to ‘clean’ myself up.

I am not embarrassed nor do I readily accept their hankies because I am ‘dirty’ and only the cleansing of HIS blood and my tears can clean me up. I am not ashamed to cry about a movie that moves me particularly “Powder”. I cried when I first saw the movie “JFK” (and a few times after that) and when I first heard Tupac Shakur’s, “Brenda’s Got A Baby.”

JESUS wept for his friend Lazarus whom had died, showing HIS gift of human compassion for his comrade. We as people mourn and cry with the loss of a loved one, wedding celebration or a child’s graduation; perhaps your own child. Suffice it to say that crying is a positive emotion in its’ entirety because even a guilty person will tell you; it’s like a two ton object as been lifted off your chest. Like confessions, crying is good for the soul.