However, when Listy and I were grocery shopping at Safeway, somebody dropped a trail of green coloured jellies onto the floor and didn't bother cleaning it up. And I was the victim of this. I slipped and fell.

It never occured that this would happen to me. At Uniprep I hear John Rawkins speak of these 'tort of negligence' all the time and he gave cases where some fat old lady slipped on the ice cream on the floor of a mall or something and she sued the ice cream shop and got some money.

I didn't sue Safeway, since I wasn't injured.

But when I was at the train station I realised that by falling, MY PLANT was in a wreck. The whole body and its roots came out of the toppled soil out of the pot. I was devastated when I saw this and tried to put the poor plant back into the pot. But it was all loose. The train came. I went in. The sky was gloomy as ever and I felt melancholic having the ruined plant beside me on the train.

On the walk home from the station, I asked Listy what I should name the plant. Since it's green and red I actually thought of the name "analogous" (imagine that!) and then Listy laughed and lightly suggested "Christmas". Then it came to me I should name it "Santa"! It's perfect really, what with its round fat tube-like things.

When I reached my room finally, I put the plastic down on my carpet (yes, carpet) and looked at the damage. I tried using a tissue to dig the soil but it wasn't any good so I just used my bare hands. I didn't think I would actually do this... my fear of worms had caused me to avoid any contact with gardening. But here I am digging at the soil and securing the plant in. It was loose so several times, I had to take the plant out again, dig a deeper hole, and secure the plant in. Finally it was done. As I did this I felt a sensation I've never before experienced. It was like a contrasting mix of urgency, desperation, calmess, serenity. My heart yearned for the small plant to live and not die on me for I would feel so bad if it did. It struck me later how a single plant could actually give off this strong emotional attachment. And as I dug and dug at the soil I could smell this very fresh fragrant scent. Which was odd. It was like walking down a full blooming garden early in the morning kind of smell.

And the weird thing happened. When I went to my desk to research on this plant, I found out that it's name is "Sedum Rubrotinctum" and also known by "Jelly Beans" and/or "Christmas Cheer". Make the connection, guys. Jelly? Christmas? Ironic.

My room never gets any sunlight. Therefore I have to put Santa outside. I really want to have it in my room actually, so I can look at it closely whenever I want. But without any sunlight it would die so I gave my selfish desire up.