Trees
Dec 15, 2005 in Diary-writer
So today I took the remaining part of the garland we had fixed from the ceiling at home and made this little tree to spruce up the scene at the office.
The colleagues started singing 'We wish you a merry Christmas', while I tried very hard to make my USB drive work. Nah it didn't, not on my computer. I tried it on a colleague's comp, which forced the flash to do reformat itself, and my wanglihom MP3 album got deleted, along with my 8 files of An Animal Story. I'm not quite sure if I have all 8 documents of the novel still saved up in my house's computer, but let's just hope there is a copy.
I'm calmer today you know, I'm not so angry anymore. Actually I'm calmer these days, maybe because the changes that have occured in my life–the new things I found out about myself… not like they'll change very much of me, nonetheless… I don't know. I've stopped asking why now? Why me? Why has it got to be like that?
But then I remembered that there are many things, not available for us to know, so why must we find out more?
So, back to Christmas, and what was that you wanted already?
A few questions, or really, there's just three:
1) What are you doing this Christmas?
2) If you could have anything (material) you want for Christmas, anything at all, what would it be?
3) If it could not be material at all, then what would you have?