What a joke.

This is a composition i wrote for my Mid Year Examinations 2006.

Laughter

Laughter as they say, is the cure for all illnesses. I don't think that it has been proven, but nevertheless i'm inclined to believe in it. Laughter can never be bought or sold. Unless you're living in a fairytale where a goblin gives you a pot of gold in payment for your laughter. The curious truth however is, why do we laugh?

Laughter is enticed out of oneself by hearing or seeing something funny. The violent deep rumbles of laughter could be felt from the depth of the stomach all the way to the mouth. For example, when someone tells you a joke and you find that its funny, you'll start to laugh. Laughter comes in lots of different forms. The silent laughter being that you look as if you're laughing but no sound can be heard from your open mouth. The giggly kind of laughter, which is often heard from girls, would be short bursts of air that leave you breathless. The best of all is the infectious laughter, the one that makes laughter so much fun. It is where your laughter entices or makes others laugh together with you.

The beauty of laughter, i feel, is often found with friends or complete strangers. A group of friends may have absolutely nothing to talk about, but once a joke is told, laughter rings in their ears. The warm fuzzy feeling of bonding could then be felt as we see one another laughing about the same thing at the same time. Complete strangers may know nothing about each other, can laugh at a joke and eventually become friends. It it a powerful tool to use whenever in need.

I believe that laughter is truly a gift from God. Its only he that can bring us such a wonderful gift. To think that even the blind, the deaf and mute knows laughter. The special gift was not restricted to any race or religion. But given to all to share their happiness and joy.

But laughter is not all perfect. It is more of how we choose to use it. The times that we used laughter to laugh at someone who has fallen down or at another for getting poor results. Such laughter is not needed. We mix our emotions with laughter to get different effects. The sacarstic laughter that we often hear from bullies and the know-it-alls in schools. This laughter reminds us of failure and disappointment. The mean laughter, that is more then often heard from the villians in cartoons and television shows makes you think of bad people and shudder.

Since laughter is the cure for all illnesses. Then should all hospitals start by taking in clowns as nurses? Or comedians as doctors? The reality of that fact smacks you right back in your face. Cancer patients are not going to be rid of cancer just because someone made them laugh. People with minior ailments like cough or flu will not get well just because they laughed. But just how should we embrace this saying? To make sure that it adheres with our daily lives? The solemn truth is therefore understood, laughter is not the cure for all illnesses, but laughter cures the suffering caused by illnesses. Laughter is placed within us to remind us of joy and happiness. It serves its purpose to make us forget our aches and pains and move on with life, clinging desperately to the memories and love that laughter brought us.

So that was it.

How did you find it? Now, you get to guess my grade! So upon 30, submit your guess in my comment box. The one who guesses the right answer wins a prize!

So i went out with Bedah and Jean today. We were supposed to go get Bedah's touch up, but when we got to the studio, it was closed. It was closed i tell you! So i got Jo on the line and apparently he forgot about our appointment. Yes, so we went all the way to Paradiz for nothing. We decided to eat at Meat You There. After two days of not eating anything, i finally ate something. Bedah was happy that i was eating again. Silly woman, as if i'll give up food for a guy. Then i was talking to Jean, and she enlightened me about alot of things in the problem. Now i see things more clearly. But too bad, i dun have a heart to execute it.

So after dinner, we cabbed to Bugis where i got even angrier. I'm not gonna elaborate here. But all you people have to know that i, Fiona, lowered my pride to bother to sms nobody and that nobody didnt reply. Best off all, the reason given was that nobody doesnt know how to reply my sms. So be it then. I put down my shield to tell you that i'm trying to move on even after what i found out. Yes, nobody went to tell my boys not to tell me about it. So when were you gonna tell me? After my fucking Os? Or wait, why not just tell me after i DIED? Makes everything so much easier by saying it at my grave 50 years later isnt it? MAN, i must have been one dumb shit for six months. Never mind, better dumb now then dumb later.

So God must think i'm one silly girl now, doesnt he? Because i prayed so many times to him because of what i went through. I guess its not for nothing thou, because i learnt a fucking lesson in how to deal with stupidity. No more being nice, and i mean it.

Enjoy yourselves. Remember that i never want to hear you say "I'm sorry" because its too late for that.