Laugh and laugh

Laughter is the best medicine so they say. It’s true. I’m genuinely surprised by the amount of laughter in this world. Imagine a world without laughter; everyone would sink into depths of depression. It could be because I’ve just finished my huge assignment (and passed) and therefore everything seems brighter.

Met Kimberly for dinner last night at Zam Zam. Her laughter is infectious. Terribly infectious. She’s makes everything so funny (in a good way of course). I think maybe I should meet such people more often, and then I’ll quit “pouting and being stuck up”.

Tuesday night at Ding’s place was a blast. Grocery shopping reminded me of the times at Safeway, as did cooking at a friends place. Btw, why is it when I cook with mum it ain’t so fun? Is it because everything is so perfect? I prefer to spill spaghetti down the sink sometimes and laugh my balls off than be totally professional. Life needs mistakes.

Throw in some brilliant pasta, fondue, shit sausages, the shawshank redemption, a babe (and her awesome tiramisu) and it makes a near-perfect night. Not perfect because of marshmallows and chubby bunnies. But in the name of fun, we can and should do anything we want. 22 is still a pretty young age after all.



Oh take a look at Jem's account. Hey, so if Daph wasn't around, we could be MORE RETARDED (!!!!!!!)