laughter

Laughter on a weary soul is like a warm blanket on a cold night.

Early morning today, I had my break with a group of friends from work. It's just an hour meal break. But it made me realize how good it felt to laugh... really laugh so hard. It was refreshing.

We actually discussed a variety of topics. As usual, we talked about the stupid calls we had at work, the weird questions and angry voices we heard through our headsets. Then we also shared our views with the fact that one of us would be transferring to another company or that one of our co-workers will be resigning because she is pregnant. Or how it pisses us that we have this annoying officemate who can't seem to mind her own monkey business. Then there's the more serious topics of the increase in fares and the fact that our transportation allowance won't be able to cover it. Plus the newly-elected President and what might happen to the Philippines. Then we go to making pranks, (sometimes green) jokes, silly quips and gestures.

It was just an hour of shared food and views. We were the noisiest table in the pantry. People look at us and smile or frown or even tell us "Sige, tawa kayo nang tawa dyan. Mamaya ma-overbreak na kayo." Those KJ people who try to ruin our moment.

I had to admit that it was shallow fun, but it was fun nevertheless. That despite the fact that most of us have uncertain futures, we laughed. Despite the fact that most of us barely have money in our pockets, we laughed. Despite the fact that we have something in the past we wanted to forget, we laughed. Despite the fact that some of us are lonely or brokenhearted or lost, we still found the reason to laugh.

Laugh at life. Laugh with life.