There is no doubt that my dad and I are a lot alike. But there are many ways in which I am like my mom. To prove that fact, we spent part of the Women’s Wimbledon Finals sending each other text messages. And now we’re doing the same during the Men’s Finals. I mean afterall, she’s getting the US broadcast and I’m getting the SE Asia broadcast, there could be different perspectives.
Because of some major yoga conference thingy in Hong Kong, the class schedule at my yoga studio was changed for the weekend. As a result I signed up for the 10:30 am class and not the 4 pm class; something I haven’t taken in many many months. It was actually quite nice. I was done at noon, decided to skip the shower at the studio, had no wait at the taxi queue and went straight to the shopping centre closest to my apartment. I first went to Cold Storage to grab some drinks and fruit, and then to Subway to grab a sandwich.
As I walked out of the centre it was pouring down rain. Those huge, torrential, tropical rains. I of course had no umbrella with me. I could have sat in the food court and had my sandwich, or even gone back into Subway. I knew the rain probably wouldn’t last that long, but I was tired, hungry, and truth be told still wet from sweating it out in hot yoga. So I shoved my leather purse into my grocery bags and started the walk home. I can’t remember the last time that I walked in the rain with no umbrella. It was awesome. I didn’t mind the car splashes or the puddles and I made no effort to get home quickly. I just enjoyed the really, really long, all natural shower.