well...not sure what to blog now. seems to be the case nowadays. no matter what happens during the day. explains my so-called blog stagnantation. ok i got it! well just now, i was actually writing in a diary. well it's not really a diary. it's more like a book of letters addressed to God. special personal feel to it. and i guess i might just share bits of what i penned down...

ok, today, i was walking down the hill from my church.
i was supposed to go for tuition. but my mom encouraged me to skip it and go for dinner with the family. something we haven't done in a while. so immediately after mass, i left. as i was walking away from church, i felt the raindrops. it was a drizzle only. i thought i could brave a drizzle. i started praying for the rain to stop. the more i prayed, the more it rained. it was a few drops. i heard it coming before i felt it. the aluminium roofs were reverberating with the sound of raindrops pelting down on it. all at once the heavens unleashed its fury on me. i only had a measly plastic file to cover my just re-rebonded hair! the hair-dresser said i couldn't wash it for 3 days! haha. and i was supposed to go out for dinner! by the time i reached the hill, i was soaking wet! and the farther i walked, the harder it rained. there was no shelter nearby. well, save for all the houses i was walking by. irony.

lo and behold, i heard a honk. a taxi mysteriously appeared. and i immediately got in. instead of meeting my mom or going for tuition, i went straight home.

God works in mysterious ways.

i mean, there i am praying so hard for a drizzle to stop. then, it suddenly pours like crazy. but i wouldn't have gotten into that taxi if i wasn't soaking wet. i would have dismissed it if i was only slightly wet. the cabbie really seemed glad to come to my aid. he was a nice guy. but i could tell, he was thankful, even for a soaking wet customer to come into his taxi dripping rainwater all over the seats. so i went home and had to change. but my sudden change of plans and the sudden change of circumstances which brought me home made me change into a shirt my father had bought me from indo and a pair of shoes he'd bought me before. cause basically, everything i was wearing was soaking wet. i also got a chance to collect his father's day present and card which we couldn't give him on fathers day cause he was in indo. then i joined my family for one of the more peaceful meals together in a long time. and it was turned into a nice belated fathers day celebration. peaceful.

so you see. i got drenched. bummer. but i still had a nice dinner with my family. the cabbie got more money. the flowers were watered after enduring the scorching afternoon weather. it's amazing how God actually planned the time each water droplet would evaporate into the sky to become part of a cloud such that each would fall as rain at that certain time they were meant to to cause a phenomenon in one's life. it's amazing how i decided to go to church today and walk down the hill at that time. it's amazing how when i really needed help, a taxi was suddenly conjured.

what i'm saying is that next time life throws shit in our faces, we should try and find the magic in it. how god creates perfection in imperfection.it makes life more fun and bearable. it actually makes one look forward to living.

it makes one smile even when one is soaking wet in a terrible downpour.