Life must be understood backwards; but... it must be lived forward

celebration for the professor's absence by a pizzar party

There was nothing more cozy like studying abroad , for me, not a morning person. life was full of mystery and i was searching for the right path in this continuing maze. along the farmiliar road, across the path, up the stairs , i was depositing myself in the classroo, after a brief brunch with kimbob. life was showing us signs of some mishappens if u think it was a hint. i lost one of my tooth and i thougt it unlucky. did it really bring me misery? i was deep in thought while i was walking into the lift. i was so abosorbed in my lost tooth that i forgot to push the button of 9th floor which would be a normal mistake in daily times. but the normal things were thought as big trouble when there was already a sign of mishappens , like broken tooth. i was blaming myself and waggling out the lift on the 5th floor before it was going down on the first floor. there i changed into another lift upwards. i took it as the beginning of my bad luck. not knowing what would happen to my left times of this day, i walked into the classroom. everyone was talking and laughing , waiting for the professor's showing up. time was ticking , time was ticking, someone was ringing and it was professor who was calling to cancell today's class. a bluemoon must be hung on the starry night. there were someone happy while others complainning for the late information. i was always on the optimistic community and clapping hands cheerfully, thinking about going back to dormitory for merorising some french volcabulary.
the class was dismissed and a pizza party was thrown by one of them.
i was so glad to celebrate the unexpected breakoff for today , together with my classmates. the idea of bad luck was almost put behind of my mind until the last chicken swing which was my favorite was taken away by another classmate. oh, mishappens happened while my tooth was still broken and missing.

when i was yong, i was suffering from terrible toothache like most of the children experienced in their times. toothache was not a disease but it was killing. the most horrible thing for me was to visit dentist. my screaming and struggling against the dentist's scary injection was famous all around my hometown. i was a screamer.

but after the tooth was distracted, i always liked to lick the missing place with my tougne. though i have grown up and all of my baby teeth was changed into new ones and no distraction anymore, yet the feeling of licking the missing place was still fresh.



without you, i was feeling the missing teeth, empty and hollow inside.