Chinese people are this strange species.

Not because of the fascination with Red.
Or Mao.
Or because they hosted like this entire Olympics. A good one too.
Or because they invade my campus.

But because they can ride around on cycles.
And make out in public.
And enter class in dresses.
And be thin. Like without trying. Ever.
And the fat ones you want. Just want.
And the basketball players and their orgasmic abs. Which me and N stare at as much as is humanly possible.
And because Chivalry is not dead, amply proved by the frequent girlfriend-handbag-and-book-carrying. Without the least bit of disgust on their faces.
Should be a lesson to the likes of K(from now on to be called Merit Student) who creates a fuss about a 5 buck coffee treat(that too during the one month that requires him to be charitable) and A who creates a fuss about anything at all.

I want Farhan Akhtar.