Ming's Cafe. That's the restaurant/cafe a few ex-highschool classmates now hang out at. It is rather interesting hanging out with them -- mostly because my grasp on Mandarin has gone down the drain in the few years I have spent hanging around mostly English-speaking friends.

I often find myself lost in the conversation if I don't actually actively try to concentrate. I wonder how long it will be before my Mandarin picks back up enough to not need to spend so much time consciously translating.

I wore heels there today *evil twinkle in eye*

Since I have been back here, I usually stay away from my heeled shoes unless going around with other girls or by myself simply because my wearing heels makes me taller than many (not most; just many) men and... well, you know men and their insecurities *ahem* I mean, egos.

Is it just me or do other women feel a twisted sense of satisfaction from physically looking down at men?