Though most people would describe today's weather as "pleasant", a highest temperature of 25.3°C in the middle of February--the highest ever recorded for a Chinese New Year's Day--is hella scary. I can't imagine what summer's going to be like in the Year of the Pig.
While we continue to ignore the pressing need to save our planet, I couldn't help but notice the final sale going on around town. One of the perks global warming brings is the earlier and bigger sale of fall/winter fashion. If we could just get a couple more days below 20, I wouldn't have to wait a year to show off my new coat.
It's official that we've passed the point of no return. My plan is to make the most out of as many more of the premature fall/winter season-end sales as possible before I get the hell outta Hong Kong and migrate somewhere where winters are still cold and residents at least aren't as shortsighted as to keep the air conditioner at 16°C everyday, all year round. I'll also make sure I don't have any offspring, because unless we can afford to move to Mars, my grandchildren won't be able to live past adolescence.
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