It's drizzling. It's partly cloudy in HK and there's a tropical storm over the central part of the South China Sea.
My beach friends are thinking of not going to the regular Sunday rendezvous anymore in South Beach Bay.
It's 11:45am, and I'm still sitting in my room thinking what to do.
I've had a hell week. Last night, I made jello shots and fruit cocktail to bring to the beach today. I've been looking forward to this day with much eager anticipation. Dramatic as it may sound, today was the only thing that kept me going all week.
Why should I let the clouds stop me from going? I won't. No.
It might rain later today. But I won't let the clouds rain on my parade. NEVER.
Where's my Coppertone?