Now, I love Shiva Yoga. If I were a puppy and Shiva Yoga was a footstool, I would hump the living day lights out of it. No, I need not make everything distasteful. Okay I enjoy yoga at Shiva Yoga. There you go.
So at the advice of Tania from YogaTime, I decided to try ashtanga yoga. I would've tried it at their studio but the timing was off so I chose Shiva Yoga instead.
Fuck me I hated it.
I have strength, I don't doubt that. But ashtanga didn't care for it. It was 80% flexibility and 20% strength. I was so pissed and upset with myself, I almost left at least three points in the lesson. I won't say it's tough, because it isn't. It is just for the fucking flexible and seasoned, which I am not.
I was so pissed I just sat there and pouted for a good 10 minutes, before finally joining back in slowly and grudgingly. I bet the instructor despised me as much as I despised him. Shit session.
And so baby saved my day.
I headed over to ComfortDelGro Driving Centre in full sex-bomb gear because I needed the confidence boost after that shit show and he was so kind. The whole day, he kept pretending he was a stranger. He would fall behind me and walk up slowly, asking for my number.
I'd smile and he'd break character and said that's probably what everyone at the bus stop is thinking. And he would proceed to squeeze my ass for good measure.
How did I get so lucky?
Forever sparing no expense to make me happy :)
I had a craving for prawn paste chicken and xiao long bao so we got the latter! My sore throat ended up adding a bitter aftertaste to everything so I couldn't enjoy my dishes.
But I was thankful for him, and I always will be. Him for always listening to my complaints and swooping in to save my day. My darling man.
So my day ended perfectly :)
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