today's diary

Today is another day I supposed to spend with my pals to GosBot. Ahahahha that is just a silly abbreviation of gosok botol for christmas tree. According to the committee's plans, our community will create and rebuild the 600 ml waste mineral water botol to become a huge about 2-3 meters of christmas tree. The waste botol was bought and given to our community from our beloved member. By the way, tonight we are going to clean up and wash the bottles. There are more than 700 bottles. Well, I do not know excatly about the amount, but tonight we are going to do another cleaning. Yippey, another meeting and another hang up with pals. By the way, the point of the first of my writings is, we want to use the used things to become renewed and that was just the way we are. Simply, we are all sinners, or replaced as a used waste things. We are nothing than sinners that supposed to only waiting to be thrown away. But as the message that the amazed of x-mas tree, we are supposed to be renewed. Even though we are useless. One of my collie says, hahalllaah just wasting time and energy, just collect money and buy 8 or 9 feet of x-mas tree, and periode, no need to do anything else. Yea, I just ignore her. By the way, we like, well, me, just say that, I enjoy the fun of hang up together, and eat dinner from mi dog dog, or splashing water and chit chat and other enjoyable things. Wasting time usefully rather than just buy something that just already exist. Ahahahhaha. Just another waiting for x-mas time. And for short, there is something I would like to mention. This afternoon, I bring about the scissors of my life. Well, I like making things, and thus I have at least 3 scissors,where as this afternoon, I bring my other scissors. It is MAPED. And quite sharp. I take the scissors, and put on my back pocket. I ride my bicycle to buy some casava chips. And then I started to take a seat on the porch of my Base Camp, and open my cute tablet. But hey dey, where is my scissors? They were gone. I hurriedly ride my bicycle, and trace my previous ways. I open up my eyes widely to search for the lost. Where is it. Gosh. I never found it anymore. They were gone. Dissapear. Lost. Oh gosh. I blamed my self. Then you know what? I remeber something. Several years ago, I ever found a hundred paper of cash. On the street. Could you imagine? I was unemployed at that time. The story was like this. This is what I want to tell you. By the time I ride my bike and open up my eyes, I recalm my self and say, Pliiiissss, let someone not to found it. That was just what I prayed. Then, here you go, I lost my lovely scissors. Gosh. It wasn't only about the prize. But also, I need that right here, right now. Well, recalling what had happened to me about the hundred cash, now I say, may the founder of the scissors use it nicely, I had gotten the cash, perhaps it is now my turn to give away my lovable scissors. Bless the one who found it. It dropped. What about the person who lost the hundred cash. It is worthed for my whole week. Thanks God for everything. O:-)