I would never ever pass up an invitation to show off my sarong. They are so comfy to sleep in and this one is particularly soft.
Please visit Lecram for a list of other sarong wearers, and here is a link to my past sarong HNTs. Have a wonderful half-nekkid Thursday!
… posts I mean. The meme is stolen from Lime. I wrote down the first words that came to mind.
I know….left from right
I believe… no, not really
I fought…. windmills
I am angered…by self-righteousness
I love…you
I need… a coffee
I take… three of each
I hear… the wind
I drink… too much wine
I hate…early mornings
I use… mascara
I want… slow sex
I like… bell peppers
I feel… your skin
I wear… a sarong (yep, HNT this Thurday)
I left… home
I do… avoid doing dishes
I hope… we will argue like an old couple in twenty years
I dream…. weird things lately
I drive… you insane
I listen… carefully
I type… real slow
I think… too much
I wish… you were here
I am… crazy
I regret… not having listened to my gut feeling
I care… about you
I should… not worry so much
I said… no sweets before lunch
I wonder… if the windows will break
I changed… the water bucket under the aircon five minutes ago
I cry… very easily
I lose… my bearings
I leave… now
Uh oh, our 20+ floor building is gently swaying in the big breeze, which still makes me a tad nervous after more than ten years of sometimes living in the eye of the storm. Water is seeping in from windows and air-cons, and is keeping little man and me busy with changing towels and buckets. Thankfully, he sees it as an adventure. He is only disappointed that the typhoon came at night and not during the day. A day off from school would have been so much better.
The picture is from earlier in the day. Now, we are right at the center of the storm. For more up-to-date pictures go here.
PS: One of my earliest post on my blog, more than two years ago (wow, time flies!), was about the typhoon experience in Hong Kong. Then it narrowly missed us, this night it seems to be a full hit.
:D Little man and I love Shaun!!!
If you see your life as an adventure and from a distance, at least once a while, it becomes much more enjoyable.
Because the risks and downsides that your security loving and rational mind can’t cope with become much more palatable. That’s the state I am in, and I have decided to just go with the flow. If I am not too lazy, I will write a book when I am 83, and enable my grandchildren to live off the royalties.
So, the landlord of our 1,350 square feet flat just send us a letter. He wants double the rent we are paying now. He asks for US$3,600. Expats in Hong Kong will now say “Wow, that’s still cheap!” (maybe not, if they work for Lehman Brothers Asia), the rest of the world says “Are you sure you got the numbers right?”.
I am just stunned. Rents are falling, the flat needs renovation, how stupid the landlord thinks I am?
I don’t know what to do, but on thing is for sure I will not pay US$3,600 every month for this flat (leaking pipes, out-of-order aircons, peeling paint, non-closing windows, kitchen and baths in dire need of renovation) even if it has been our home for the last seven years.
And I need a job that pays rent, little man’s school fees, and allows us to eat. The trouble is that the only field I have qualifications in is in dissolution at the moment.