It's Christmas. No better day to remember Providence.
I believe in Providence, so much so that I abhor how men are such control freaks. Controlling the time they go to the bus stop according to the next bus arrival information, controlling every second of their lives witn the gazillion information available (traffic jam - change routes, mrt accident - change plans, weather report - adjust travel plans).
I wonder how many pple still live in the moment, still live to see surprises and still live to allow for Providence?
Providence is, not asking your colleagues to wait you out for lunch, not arranging to meet anyone, but bump into the very person you've been hoping to lunch with for eons.
Providence is, you were supposed to go to the MRT but discovered the downpour out there and head towards a taxi stand, enroute seeing an old friend and sitting down there and then to catch up.
Providence is, waiting at your hotel room for your boss to finish her phone call, and opening the hotel door as the voices outside sounded familiar and discovering your secondary schoolmate.
This is how amazing Providence is.
God Bless us all, a Merry Christmas.
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