Laughter & other tragedies
This is inspired by nothing in particular and everything else...
1st things 1st..was great talkin with u too agentM!Fr the record, I didnt go fr my morninglesson either..hehe but not much loss lah..wld have slept thru it i think!sides, it was worth the catching up...sorry u had to miss ur 1st tut tho..dont make this a habit - as much as im sure talkin to moi wld have made been more than worth it..hehe...and hey go get tht tonsil thingi checked out, don't sit on it and wait fr it to get worse u hear?!Prayin hard fr ur job hunt dude..gimme de good news soon and take care of thyself adn thy tonsils!!Tsk tsk!
And yoga-j tht's ur idea of an inspiring comment isit?!Tsk!Disappointing by even my linguistic standards man!Ur becoming abt as inspiring as HCLik - but since u wrote that warm and beautiful blog abt the house..maybe you have some hope afterall. (I'm sure agentM wld agree, as wld the rest of ur reader-club) I loved reading it..gave me this 'bitter sweet symphony' kinda feeling..particularly luv the way it ends..do NOT delete it!
So now back to the non-stuff...
well nothing much really..and i've been told i shld try to write shorter adn more comprehensive blogs...but ive always been an extremist...i either go the whole way or dont move at all..so tuff..hehe..well i'm always grumpy 1st thing in the morning... i'll be fine by tonight.
Tried clearing some of the clutter around and within my head this week...generally went quite ok i think..except a certain bitter aftertaste which i hope wont last too long..still have questions but i suppose thats just healthy..a sign that Im still pretty much alive and conscious rather than inert.Its been a week of mixed feelings...good days adn bad..definitely memorable. imptant thing is, its been a week..and things have changed..what more proof that life goes on eh.
Watched hide & seek wiht Jazz, it was M.A.D... we entered late, and to make it worse, we werent the most discreet abt it...no idea waht started it but we were laughing thru out the movie like freaks, fr no rhyme or reason...and at the most psychotic adn intense scenes we wld be most tickled and sat there doing everything within our subhuman power to stop the disruptive noises escaping from us which sounded lke we had some chronic breathing problem & were choking, desperately breathless and gasping fr air (which we were, but coz we were covering our mouths and noses sooo tight)..and by the time it ended we were so embarassed we just wanted to sink in btwn the seats...there ws just one word on our minds : HIDE...Bizarre i tell u..but it was so much fun...crazy good fun and brot back so many memories of pri sch..the age of innocence and insanity(things havent changed thaaat much frm then)...when we wld laugh fr no reason and wldnt be able to stop.... and of coz there was tht time when i had to sing fr an inter-level singing competition and i went up there...and halfway thru started laughing...i called it SIS..stress-induced-symptom...my instinct is to laugh...it was so embarassing..it was the day my sister, an innocent, unsuspecting, much humiliated and traumatized p1 student at tht time, disowned me...i dont really blame her ..im still pretty embarassed by myslf!! The judges had to ask me to stop and start over...sigh...and did i learn...oh no, that wld be too normal fr me..i started laughing yet again...i think God needed his share of laughter and comic relief and as a reward, he decided to let me have the 3rd prize which added insult to the injury coz it was far frm well deserved, and the whole school, me included, thought so too...sigh.
Then of course there was that time me,jazz and sumi decided to entertain the entire sch's indian population during mOther tongue assembly ..by...whaddya know...Singing again... i knowwww..i was pretty thick skinned in those days...and i was given the priveleged job of strictly singing in the chorus when 2 of em joined in...by the time we got to the 2nd stanza, i was in giggling like an insane airhead...and making futile attempts to camouflage it too...by the time we got half way thru, my laughing spells infected the still singing duo and we were all in stitches...we practically had a laughing fit rite up there in front of everyone.
Any offers to boost my dormant- since-then aspiring vocalist career....any takers??Contact me immediately.
Laughter is an amazing thing...it just brings ppl closer...esp when u can laugh about classic memories which u found anything but funny at the time tht it happened...it just makes everything ok somehow...some wise person has said if u can laugh abt it 10 yrs frm now, u might as well start now...very wise indeed.
No lacking in the laughter department fr me...no sire, no such luck...it has its down sides which noone really writes quotes adn poetry about..fr instance when my entire class was punished by a particularly stern and scary hist teacher - Sng, will never forget tht name...(agentM u might remember this one...still in those days tht u hated me & thot i was some spoilt and wonky dingbat...ironic eh..hehe) but yea...he made the whole class stand while he walked arnd inspecting each of us like we were repulsive worms to be disected and thus gotten rid off!ANd it started..yet another one of my Fêted laughing fits...it was painful,in retrospect i dont nkow where i got the guts...it wasnt guts..it was stress...like my theory suggests, its stress induced behaviour afterall. I will never forget how he noted me, and my mocking, or so it must have seemed to him, convulsions of laughter & desperate attempts to stop...it was traumatic. ANd it dindt make it better when he singled me out, and said 'YOU..come out now'...argggh...i think my reminiscing can stop at this point...what followed was Not pleasant...he confiscated my pen which at tht time was my most cherished posession and complained to my form teacher, who also happened to be my geog teacher...perhaps i shld add tht geog was Not my fav subject or my forte and she was not impressed....i felt reduced to a kindergarten delinquant...sigh.
And then of coz the countless times i had laughed when someone fell, or something painfully funny happened to someone...(painful to them, funny to me - NOT FUNNY to them)...when my mom fell straight into the drain at ECP.. while scolding me abt something i'm sure *suppresses a giggle - and nO i was not willing it in my mind, gasp how cld u even think that?!), when kanz got his fingers caught in the door by his own doing and skill...when anyone fell...when the flower pot landed on mould...i hated myself fr it, just like the other times...and wondered what kinda friend/daughter/person i must be...(looks guiltily at mo...sorrreeee...i dindt mean to,realy!!)and its true.. i really really cant help it, i promise..its not coz i wanna laugh or coz im being vicious or sadistic...i just see the funny side of it and tht plays on my mind again i think....i feel the person's pain, & i do get worried and stuff... but its out of sheer anxiety and helplessness, my instinct is to laugh..applies not just to others, but to me too!Beleive me, i laugh hardest when i fall or do something equally embarassing..ask anyone who's had the misfortune of being arnd me during some kinda mishap...there have been many occassions...my mom's gotten the worst of it...she just falls alot i guess....& she's gotten used to my reactions...after much doubt on her side, if i was psycho or void of any kinda humanitarian capacity to sympathise , i think she understands my plight now...hey its not easy one me either! its not something im proud of, its somthing ive been trying to quit...in vain so far tho i think ive learnt better ways to control myself...but fr now, the fact remains...thts my coping mechanism....i laugh.
Sigh
The days of my life.
Someone did say : "Beware of too much laughter, for it deadens the mind and produces oblivion"
True...
hmm...but then again someone else has said
"Laughter is the closest distance between two people."
This makes some sense too...
i really wonder...back to the box of acquiescence i go... *still with me ck?*
I have my doubts somehow...
...I've always wondered what wld happen if my prospective mother-in-law happened to trip on her sari or smethin and fell flat on her face on our very 1st meeting...and i laughed....
ARGH...
or if i met 'the one' and he decided, upon witnessing my most unfeeling and seemingly cruel reaction, that perhaps i was not the one afterall...tht wld be funny now wldnt it.
Seriously...these are among some of my deep dark fears and i do worry abt it!
maybe i need help...and i shld get help... before i come to a point i cant laugh anymore, or theres; nothing funny abt my life left...i wonder if thats what ppl mean by tragic comedy :s
Funny how an entire posting on laughter is so not funny...far frm it... im sitting here cringing and really dont feel like laughing abt any of it.
"You can't deny laughter; when it comes,
it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants."
- Stephen King .... he wld have said somethnig like that!!!
Oh welll...
So much for short ones eh mouldee...
Tuff.... hehe
:)
1st things 1st..was great talkin with u too agentM!Fr the record, I didnt go fr my morninglesson either..hehe but not much loss lah..wld have slept thru it i think!sides, it was worth the catching up...sorry u had to miss ur 1st tut tho..dont make this a habit - as much as im sure talkin to moi wld have made been more than worth it..hehe...and hey go get tht tonsil thingi checked out, don't sit on it and wait fr it to get worse u hear?!Prayin hard fr ur job hunt dude..gimme de good news soon and take care of thyself adn thy tonsils!!Tsk tsk!
And yoga-j tht's ur idea of an inspiring comment isit?!Tsk!Disappointing by even my linguistic standards man!Ur becoming abt as inspiring as HCLik - but since u wrote that warm and beautiful blog abt the house..maybe you have some hope afterall. (I'm sure agentM wld agree, as wld the rest of ur reader-club) I loved reading it..gave me this 'bitter sweet symphony' kinda feeling..particularly luv the way it ends..do NOT delete it!
So now back to the non-stuff...
well nothing much really..and i've been told i shld try to write shorter adn more comprehensive blogs...but ive always been an extremist...i either go the whole way or dont move at all..so tuff..hehe..well i'm always grumpy 1st thing in the morning... i'll be fine by tonight.
Tried clearing some of the clutter around and within my head this week...generally went quite ok i think..except a certain bitter aftertaste which i hope wont last too long..still have questions but i suppose thats just healthy..a sign that Im still pretty much alive and conscious rather than inert.Its been a week of mixed feelings...good days adn bad..definitely memorable. imptant thing is, its been a week..and things have changed..what more proof that life goes on eh.
Watched hide & seek wiht Jazz, it was M.A.D... we entered late, and to make it worse, we werent the most discreet abt it...no idea waht started it but we were laughing thru out the movie like freaks, fr no rhyme or reason...and at the most psychotic adn intense scenes we wld be most tickled and sat there doing everything within our subhuman power to stop the disruptive noises escaping from us which sounded lke we had some chronic breathing problem & were choking, desperately breathless and gasping fr air (which we were, but coz we were covering our mouths and noses sooo tight)..and by the time it ended we were so embarassed we just wanted to sink in btwn the seats...there ws just one word on our minds : HIDE...Bizarre i tell u..but it was so much fun...crazy good fun and brot back so many memories of pri sch..the age of innocence and insanity(things havent changed thaaat much frm then)...when we wld laugh fr no reason and wldnt be able to stop.... and of coz there was tht time when i had to sing fr an inter-level singing competition and i went up there...and halfway thru started laughing...i called it SIS..stress-induced-symptom...my instinct is to laugh...it was so embarassing..it was the day my sister, an innocent, unsuspecting, much humiliated and traumatized p1 student at tht time, disowned me...i dont really blame her ..im still pretty embarassed by myslf!! The judges had to ask me to stop and start over...sigh...and did i learn...oh no, that wld be too normal fr me..i started laughing yet again...i think God needed his share of laughter and comic relief and as a reward, he decided to let me have the 3rd prize which added insult to the injury coz it was far frm well deserved, and the whole school, me included, thought so too...sigh.
Then of course there was that time me,jazz and sumi decided to entertain the entire sch's indian population during mOther tongue assembly ..by...whaddya know...Singing again... i knowwww..i was pretty thick skinned in those days...and i was given the priveleged job of strictly singing in the chorus when 2 of em joined in...by the time we got to the 2nd stanza, i was in giggling like an insane airhead...and making futile attempts to camouflage it too...by the time we got half way thru, my laughing spells infected the still singing duo and we were all in stitches...we practically had a laughing fit rite up there in front of everyone.
Any offers to boost my dormant- since-then aspiring vocalist career....any takers??Contact me immediately.
Laughter is an amazing thing...it just brings ppl closer...esp when u can laugh about classic memories which u found anything but funny at the time tht it happened...it just makes everything ok somehow...some wise person has said if u can laugh abt it 10 yrs frm now, u might as well start now...very wise indeed.
No lacking in the laughter department fr me...no sire, no such luck...it has its down sides which noone really writes quotes adn poetry about..fr instance when my entire class was punished by a particularly stern and scary hist teacher - Sng, will never forget tht name...(agentM u might remember this one...still in those days tht u hated me & thot i was some spoilt and wonky dingbat...ironic eh..hehe) but yea...he made the whole class stand while he walked arnd inspecting each of us like we were repulsive worms to be disected and thus gotten rid off!ANd it started..yet another one of my Fêted laughing fits...it was painful,in retrospect i dont nkow where i got the guts...it wasnt guts..it was stress...like my theory suggests, its stress induced behaviour afterall. I will never forget how he noted me, and my mocking, or so it must have seemed to him, convulsions of laughter & desperate attempts to stop...it was traumatic. ANd it dindt make it better when he singled me out, and said 'YOU..come out now'...argggh...i think my reminiscing can stop at this point...what followed was Not pleasant...he confiscated my pen which at tht time was my most cherished posession and complained to my form teacher, who also happened to be my geog teacher...perhaps i shld add tht geog was Not my fav subject or my forte and she was not impressed....i felt reduced to a kindergarten delinquant...sigh.
And then of coz the countless times i had laughed when someone fell, or something painfully funny happened to someone...(painful to them, funny to me - NOT FUNNY to them)...when my mom fell straight into the drain at ECP.. while scolding me abt something i'm sure *suppresses a giggle - and nO i was not willing it in my mind, gasp how cld u even think that?!), when kanz got his fingers caught in the door by his own doing and skill...when anyone fell...when the flower pot landed on mould...i hated myself fr it, just like the other times...and wondered what kinda friend/daughter/person i must be...(looks guiltily at mo...sorrreeee...i dindt mean to,realy!!)and its true.. i really really cant help it, i promise..its not coz i wanna laugh or coz im being vicious or sadistic...i just see the funny side of it and tht plays on my mind again i think....i feel the person's pain, & i do get worried and stuff... but its out of sheer anxiety and helplessness, my instinct is to laugh..applies not just to others, but to me too!Beleive me, i laugh hardest when i fall or do something equally embarassing..ask anyone who's had the misfortune of being arnd me during some kinda mishap...there have been many occassions...my mom's gotten the worst of it...she just falls alot i guess....& she's gotten used to my reactions...after much doubt on her side, if i was psycho or void of any kinda humanitarian capacity to sympathise , i think she understands my plight now...hey its not easy one me either! its not something im proud of, its somthing ive been trying to quit...in vain so far tho i think ive learnt better ways to control myself...but fr now, the fact remains...thts my coping mechanism....i laugh.
Sigh
The days of my life.
Someone did say : "Beware of too much laughter, for it deadens the mind and produces oblivion"
True...
hmm...but then again someone else has said
"Laughter is the closest distance between two people."
This makes some sense too...
i really wonder...back to the box of acquiescence i go... *still with me ck?*
I have my doubts somehow...
...I've always wondered what wld happen if my prospective mother-in-law happened to trip on her sari or smethin and fell flat on her face on our very 1st meeting...and i laughed....
ARGH...
or if i met 'the one' and he decided, upon witnessing my most unfeeling and seemingly cruel reaction, that perhaps i was not the one afterall...tht wld be funny now wldnt it.
Seriously...these are among some of my deep dark fears and i do worry abt it!
maybe i need help...and i shld get help... before i come to a point i cant laugh anymore, or theres; nothing funny abt my life left...i wonder if thats what ppl mean by tragic comedy :s
Funny how an entire posting on laughter is so not funny...far frm it... im sitting here cringing and really dont feel like laughing abt any of it.
"You can't deny laughter; when it comes,
it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants."
- Stephen King .... he wld have said somethnig like that!!!
Oh welll...
So much for short ones eh mouldee...
Tuff.... hehe
:)
posted by Kumari | 10:53 AM
1 Comments:
yea.. So much for short posts indeed!
Actually when I think back about it, a flower pot falling on my head DOES sound funny dunnit? :P
Not then though.. that was just scary... and embarrasing. Esp after u started laughing like there was no tomorrow!
but nvm. I've forgiven u 4 that. Count yaself lucky for not being there when someone we know fell over a basketball and rolled down the grassy slope. That was bloody hilarious!!
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