and all i could manage was a long long, extremely long phone call with Ang Keat Ying.
We conversed almost purely in chinese,
speaking of all the cheena-piangs we've come across, speaking of our own chinese heritage.
random things that not everyone can understand.
she's worried for her future, almost as much as i'm losing sleep over XXX.
eyecandies and everything beautiful.
stereotypes and everything hurtful. (for her and for me.)
angular-shaped faces as eyecandies and travelling, massive runaway travelling.
i wonder if we could make our conversation come true.
...
Bought brother's winter jacket.
i saw the most amazing brown jacket laced with a bit faux fur.
tried on random looking leopard printed boots.
yea, i felt almost like a tranny who is gonna get sued by PETA for having something to do with animals.
on a lighter note,
HK trip is less than 2 weeks away, and advert big idea is still on the loose.
oh keat, in case u wondered, this is the pic of you i put in my advert PPT:
And those are the bangs i inserted into my messy hair!
and life goes on as usual, with abit of fear lingering in my heart every now and then.
Tong is queen, and u'll never get her down.
