Laugh It Away

What makes you laugh?
To laugh to something funny is what the most people do. But can you see humor in the serious, amusement on personal dilemmas you find yourself, and the hilarity of your fauxpas?

If you do, that explains your sadness, your soundness, your solidarity. Laughing at ourselves makes our hard time bearable, turns boring moments to pleasurable ones; brightens the way drudgery in everyday toil.

A man who can see something funny in anything absurd, dis proportioned, or ill-matched has a sense of balance. Someone has said that he hurries to laugh a everything, for fear of being obliged to weep. This maybe an exaggeration, though. Many a person prefers to laugh himself out of his worries to being pressed down by them-for then he can only choose to laugh or cry.

We see in movies and in reality eople with many deep problems laugh more and often, laughing had become their outlet for their heartaches and pains. Laughter is attractive. It is inviting. The business world sprinkles humor to ads to prevent the populace from getting bored of the often repeated commercial.

How do you feel after a long heartily laugh? Relieved? Well, crying can give similar experience, Yet those red and swollen yes tell something, and often that sad face too. Laughing does this with no scrap behind. It is an analgesic without any side effects.

King Solomon in all his glory and wisdom stated: A merry heart doeth good like medicine. Can you afford to be merry without laughing? at least sometimes.

Bandages to the Heart

Four years had passed; and we still do what we used to do, watch online movies, drawing anime stuffs and so much more we can happily consume the time, and the tree where we do hang out had change like those people that is so close to my heart. Things we think can’t manage to mend but we are so thankful we have them again.

Four years and still we’re here holding on so strong. I can’t help but recall all those memories that causes us heart aches and total despair that we think we can’t hardly move on. I can’t help those people criticizing and judging me because of this commitment but who are they anyway? It’s not them whom I born to live for? This are some of the defense mechanism in my mind when I’m about to cry because I was hurt. They are crushing my ego but I keep silently not defending myself, besides I did not do anything just like what they keep thinking.

Well, let’s not think about it anymore, it just happened to make things better, people whom I treasure take their pace away including one person whom I do really care about because of my commitment, but now I’m so happy knowing that whatever happened she’s there, she’s really my big sister that cares and love me same as I do.

And what more, G is not that shy like before..hahaha, people don’t like him for he just stay in the corner not mingling with the other to make them his friends. This year he will graduate and soon in God’s grace become an engineer. Four years had passed and we are still here, keep on and walking together to reach our dreams.

WITHOUT LOVE, WHAT IS THERE TO LIVE FOR?

This Letter was not like you used to see in television series but the true letter from the heart of a young boy.

By the time this letters reaches you, my physical body may have either been buried six feet below or lying in state in a funeral parlor receiving an empty and hallow words from a necrological service. But my letter will not be in vain if you print this letter in your column.

I was a teenage son of a high ranking govt. official and like most children of my age; I was left alone to manage my own life. My father was a famous and honest public official and there was no question about his integrity. Everybody knows that. My mother on the other hand may be bored not seeing my father except during curfew hours, joined in women group engage in civic activity. And nobody let at home to manage our young life except maids and dogs.

As a teenager, I almost have everything in life one would dream of and cherish, but one thing: parental love care and affection. Nothing in this world can replace in parents love and affection and I was absolutely and completely denied of that.

My father preach to his subordinates all morals and human values, about honesty and dedication to the service, but he never told me he had been remiss ti his children as a father. My father bailed me out when I went to jail, fix all crimes I was involved in and gave me money, car and bodyguard. He ask me several times what was wrong with me, but he never realize it was his reflection that I needed to straighten me out, not the earthly possessions, influence or power.

Hopeless as I was in this situation, I decided to wake him up from his endless loyalty and dedication to the government service, but it must be in a manner of a young but lost generation: death by means of drugs.

I still have my living sister and I dedicate my death to her. May she be given happiness that I utterly missed to my parents.