Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I have four umbrellas.
There's the small, foldable, midnight blue one that's always in my back pack.
There's the long, navy blue, wood handled piece of work in my room.
There's the medium-sized, matte silver and black corporate Christmas gift I keep in my office.
And then, there's the big black one I have stashed in the trunk of my car.
Which was why I had only one question last night: why on earth was I stuck outside some bank in Makati Avenue, waiting for the rain to stop?