Albert Camus once said:
"You will never live if you are only looking for the meaning of life."
To you whom I haven't met yet,
hummingbird, this morning I paid a visit to the dentist as there were a
few thing I didn't like about my mouth & of course it is two years
since I had a full examination. It is not very good news however as
the cheeky dentist said I have developed gum trouble (easily bled when I
brushed my teeth).
About the treatment that I did after that, it makes my jaw a
bit rough. Not only that, I have developed a temporary lisp in my
speech. A very fashionable lisp of course to match my funny personality
But I should be thankful to God because at least, all my teeth is
still intact unlike the old man that sat next to me this morning,
smiling with missing tooth. Oh, is there any word that can describe the
feeling of hatred towards anaesthetic? I might need to use it soon.
Can you imagine, when I talked with my neighbour, they said I
sounded like a chicken & she sounded like a duck? So I guess the
best thing to do now is to avoid talking unnecessarily with anyone until
the lisp is gone for good.
For the past 8 years & 418 notes, I had written stories
about my life with a great hope that you can enjoy reading it one day.
But apparently, this year might not be 'the year' we can be together.
It doesn't matter however, as I believed when all is well, the end will
be well too. I just haven't met you yet.
Right here waiting,
The Half Moon Serenades.
26th October 2014.