Sunday, October 15, 2006
Note: This is the essay I wrote for my 'O' level preliminary examinations. As usual, I did the one-word essay, this time entitled "Humour". I scored a 28/30 for it. And no, that wasn't the highest score. :P Have fun! :D
Funny. Funny how I could have been so naive, when I was the one every single person who knew me called "the embodiment of practicality".
Funny. Funny how I spent a full year waiting, living in a world of my fantasies, and watching purple skies splashed with pale azure clouds that sailed so low, and tasted so very sweet, fly over me.
Funny. Funny how I met him, all perfect, as though he was the stereotypical knight in shining armour who stepped out of his fairy tale and into another, that was mine, to save a damsel in distress. But the funny thing was, I was not aware I was in distress, and hence, not really in distress at all. Funny.
Funny. Funny how I realised my life was filled with such materialism and superficiality only when he stepped into my life, thus causing my very belated distress. It seemed that I was so cold, and so unfeeling towards his lack of monetary wealth, and yet he treated me with such tender warmth and understanding, giving me all the consolation I needed then. But the funny thing was, he seemed to cause me more distress than I was in before I had even seen him.
Funny. Funny how I ignored the fact that he was nowhere near being a knight in shining armour, despite his fatal charm and dazzling gaze that would make any female swoon, and have her breath caught in her chest, also due to her suffocating corset, while her maid desperately waves hartshorn under her nose. Funny thought. Even more so than before. Yes, funny.
Funny. Funny how I insisted on sharing half my wealth with him after I insisted on repaying his debts from the life he said he used to lead, and led no longer. Funny how I didn't notice that the glint in his eyes when he rejected, then accepted my offer, was not a glint of love and regret, but a glint of victory. Funny.
Funny. Funny how I believed him when he dropped his voice to a husky whisper, pushed away the stray wisps of hair falling over my face, and said, "I love you.". The funny thing is, I failed to hear his second, silent proclamation of love for my money and naivete. Funny, indeed.
Funny. Funny how I was so sure he was changed, and did not gamble anymore. Funny. Funny how I forgot that a leopard never changes its spots.
Funny. Funny how I waited a full year for him to return to me after informing me that he had to settle some matters with the company he used to mix with. And so it was so terribly funny when I saw his name in the papers. So terribly funny when the article told me that he was a minor drug dealer and hadn't been in the line of business for more than a year.
It was so terribly funny. So funny that I felt a stitch in my chest from the mirthless laughter I was letting out. And reflecting upon my actions, I found even more humour in the situation, and the stitch became worse. It was now a dagger twisting in my wound. Yes, why not sprinkle salt in that wound just so everything would be so much funnier?
Funny. Funny how I'm reacting to all the drama in my life. Funny how the back of my throat burns, and how the tears scorching the back of my eyes refuse to fall. Funny how my fists are clenched, and how there is an increasing constriction in my chest that dares me to breathe.
Isn't this funny? I find it funny. Painfully so.
I cried at 8:15 PM
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Did you hear me this time?
