Laughter.
Friday, July 25, 2008
♥ Friday, July 25, 2008
The guffaws that happened in kenny rogers, Genting, were a language that only we understood; for it was us who started and it would have been us who would end it- it was on a topic that came from an understanding that was unique to only those who knew him. And not many did for there are just way too many levels of understanding a person; whilst we constantly proclaim we know a person we only know something about that person, as if when we know an accumulation of things, we eventually come to know him. The strings of laughter that echoed along the hallways of First World hotel merely represented the presence of an inexplicable knowledge of what one meant to another. For whilst one knows what the other meant, language in all its glories of literature would fail to capture that moment in its entirety, and one would simply fail to express all he or she felt at the overwhelming warmth at what we loosely and flippantly call friendship. Its precisely this lack of liguistic ability that we choose to indulge in what is ticklish with occasional punctuations of vulgarities- the refusal to take the boy out of the man. And that is deeper than any so-called sharing that one might choose to have with the intention of knowing that person.Laughter becomes a testament for the oxymoronic concept called the "deep shallow". Who would call a laughter an action worthy of any philosophical reflection? Who would wonder about the depth behind a person's jerking forward and backward in utter lack of dignity and out of sheer response to a conversation void of anything that resembled meaning? Yet in dismissing this key instrument of expression, one loses the rich reflections that could be derived out of it. Whilst one can laugh with another, can one laugh to another? Like how one chuckles to himself, can one laugh to a fellow homo sapien? For the laughing to represents a knowledge of. Like how i laughed to my friends the stupidity that befell me, it was only a product of that knowledge of my friends that allowed me to. And that opening one's mouth to release the sporadic, unintelligible bursts that on various occasions chokes one (which is why you sometimes hear people laugh to the point they end up coughing) and on other occasions suffocates them (those incredibly long strings of laughter that one has to force himself to stop in order to breathe) tells Ivan, Torrence, Desmond, Yiming, Linus, Chian Yee and me what 'wanting to be no where else' really really means.