Fun Question of the day:
Once the water splashes on your body, you start to do the same old routine, washing from head to toes. After a trillion times of showers you have taken in your life, have you ever been aware of the thoughts that came up as you shower? What were the thoughts in your mind? Did your mind work better in the shower? What did you do?
I was infused with astonishment when I learned that one would write in the shower! Yes, shower, not bath! (writing while I am soaking in a hot bath is something that I enjoy doing, especially when dealing with brain wrecking college essays, believe it or not!) I knew about this because one time I asked for a solution to combat creative blocks and she told me to relax and write my thoughts down in the shower. When she said to me that she wrote in the shower, I couldn’t believe what I heard. She even told me that I could easily get water-proof notepads and write on them with a normal pencil! Before that, I didn’t even know such thing exists!
It was such a great discovery because my brain is wired to be more creative when I’m in the shower: flashes of words, sentences, images, sounds… all senses become vivid to me. And so this leads to my answering this question.
- My mind becomes refreshed and I feel very relaxed that my senses grow stronger and stronger. I will make good use of my senses and pay extra attention to the water droplets that hit on the ground. (Try and pay attention to it! Bring the sounds into your conscious mind, and you’ll be amazed/ bothered by how loud the water splashes can make!)
- My mind is boomed with music as if I desperately needed some background music (my mind just can’t rest in peace!!) Because sometimes it gets too loud in my mind, I’ll just sing at the top of my lungs when no one’s at home. (I guess this is what many people would do- Singing in the shower :) )
- I have this weird thought one time when I was showering in a clubhouse, which was located on the 8th floor of a building, and I thought to myself that I was naked in the same building of hundreds of people. I was fully aware that while I was showering, standing naked, other people right downstairs were eating in restaurants or shopping around. If you think about it, who would have thought that someone would be naked in the same building you’re at… (well, I admit that my mind is naturally grown with random weird thoughts)
- Best time to come up with dance moves (oh yes! I dance in the shower), song lyrics, and tunes
- Create many hypothetical situations dealing with social events/ personal issues what I would say and how I could behave ( I guess this covers reflections on life)
Side note: completely random again, not answering the question, but related to showering.
Do you know that it’s a very weird feeling when chewing a gum/ sucking a candy in the shower? At least it feels weird to me! Without much human biology knowledge, I wonder if our bodies are structured in a way that our taste bud goes kind of numb when we’re “in” water, or it’s just because we’re not used to eating “in” the water, or it’s simply because we’re distracted by the water soaking us up?
While enjoying myself in a steam room after Body Combat and Women’s Yoga classes, I realized that Myoga was a place where I had been turning to for FOUR years of summer in Hong Kong!
I started at this place after a long break from my public exam before taking off to Calif. I learned about this place in the internet. I was searching for yoga classes because yoga has been an exercise that has always spoken highly of by my mom. Gathered with all those positive comments about how good yoga could do to my body and being a person who’s always been actively involved in exercises, I brought myself to Myoga.
The time that I got a tour there, I knew it was going to be a place that I would enjoy myself tremendously. I still remember when I walked into the inside to explore, I saw this breathtaking view of the harbor right in front of me. Along with the use of khaki, brown, and beige colors for the furniture and decorations, it creates a calming and peaceful ambience that I love.
The best part of this place is that it not only provides great quality yoga classes, it also provides a variety of dance or other fitness classes. For me who finds happiness in dancing and vigorous sports made this place more appealing to me. The dance classes varied from Bollywood dances instructed by Indians, Zumba Fitness (one of my favorite classes in which I still take at school), Modern dance, Body combat (a really enjoyable fitness class for me that comprises of loud beat music and kickboxing/ martial arts movements. It’s especially enjoyable because I came from a background with Taekwondo skills!), Jazz Funk, Hip hop and more. One great experience for me that brought me to fall in love with Spinning was another studio here that provided cycling classes.
With this place that offered yoga classes that I was interested in learning, dance classes that I have always taken a great interest in, and cycling classes that provoked my interest in Spinning, I was brought to a place which now has become a place like home to me whenever I’m back Home for summer.
My usual routine at Myoga has always been rushing from home and trying to be punctual to my classes…for all these four years! (Luckily, I managed to be punctual) Once I reached there, checked in, and got slips for my classes for the day, I would flee to the changing rooms, get changed, put my stuff in the lockers, and finally, keep my composure and go the classes. Usually my approach is to take those fitness/dance/ Spinning classes first and then follow up with a yoga class so that I can calm myself after the vigorous exercises.
So after yoga classes, I would feel very relaxed, but rejuvenated in a very calm and peaceful way. Then I would go to the steam room to enjoy the relaxation and my free-flowing thoughts, with my body drenched in the heat and moist. After about 10 minutes, I would hit the showers and then get changed, blow dry my hair and head out. Sometimes, I would just stay in the longue, sink myself very comfortably in the soft and squishy sofas, with the harbor view in front of me and read the magazines provided, newspapers or books that I brought on my own.
Throughout the four years, nothing major changed. Familiar faces and pretty much the same instructors. One of the changes that I observed was that there was an influx of men, still not a lot, but there were more men that came here than my first year here. It is very understandable that this is not a place that is crowded with men because they usually have to work from 9-5 and also because of the quality of yoga, which is a really quiet exercise that doesn’t involve competition, but a personal exercise that rehabilitates the body system and brings the mind to serenity. As a result, mostly women turn to this place and they are mostly housewives and retired women, and I am the one who’s the youngest. I guess the reason why I’m the youngest can be explained by the fact that I value exercise, health, and mental health a lot than many of the others of my same age. I know how to find the perfect ambiance and things to do to pleasure and feel happy for myself.
And this is how I find my life meaningful B-)
“Oh wow! You still remember his name.” I said to her. She said “of course! I named him W- the weasel!”
When she kept on talking, I stopped her.
“We’re not together anymore.”
“why?” she asked curiously.
There was a long pause. It took me a while to put my thoughts together.
“Not compatible?” she broke the silence before I could explain in simple words for her.
I was surprised when I heard her saying the word “compatible”. Even a twelve year old girl had an idea that compatibility was what kept a relationship going.
The thing that has kept me interested was that why would a 19 year old guy couldn’t follow what I said when I explained that “we’re not compatible” while a twelve year old could.
I was further surprised when she said “accepting him as your boyfriend is harder than getting over your relationship” after I told her that my mom was heart broken over my termination of a one year relationship. And the girl added, “that’s not her relationship.”
When she said it was harder for someone to accept a new person into a family than to let go of a past relationship, I couldn’t help but to spill the beans to her that I was recently in a relationship, very in love, with a guy whom was unaccepted by my parents.
As she heard what I said. Curiosity was all I saw in her eyes. I quickly filled her in.
I said” well…” I was hesitant when saying it out. “he’s…Greek.”
“Completely Greek?” she asked, completely amused by what I said.
I said yes with a smile on my face.
It was when she asked something completely out of my expectations, where I found it ridiculously funny after I understood what she said, and was reminded that she was still a twelve year old girl.
“Did he dye his hair?” was what she asked me.
I couldn’t follow what she said and asked why.
She said “Did he dye his hair black?”
At first I thought she was so mature that she was aware that there were different types of hair and eye colors in Greece, unlike for the Chinese where 97% (I made that up. I’m not really sure about the percentage) of them have black hair and eye color.
So I was confused by what she said and I said he didn’t have to because his hair was already dark brown, almost black like us and I asked why again, feeling befuddled.
She gave me a lovely smile and said because he would look like Asian if he dyed his hair black.
I cracked up after I heard her explanation. It was really funny when you heard someone who tried to help you out with a solution which was thought to be easily fixed, but was more complex than it was.
After all, it was such one good laugh that has made my day completely.
What a very precocious girl you are dear, Nicole.