Went out with Chongren yesterday. It seems that we somehow seem more in touch with each other than before since he’s already gotten over the gossip bit and is no longer that afraid to be seen with me. Note to the more inquisitive: We will never be together and will forever remain as good friends. Period.

I Intended to go to the Heeren to get some stuff from newurbanmale yesterday. Loved the slippers, but as Chongren mentioned, I do not need another pair. How many feet do I have? Two! (Although I secretly wished that I had more feet…) They were also selling Abercrombie and Fitch pants which looked quite mangled up with a kind of urban decay look, but they were rather expensive (at 89.90) for that kind of unhygienic image. Well if they were a little cheaper, I’d have bought them. The intended mission was initially to buy tiny shorts (note: shorts are not the same as hot pants in terms of mindset. Hot pants, to me, is a derogatory term somewhat in the lines of the cheeky girls). Figured that they tiny shorts they were selling were way to tiny and short, it would be obscene if I wore them out shopping with my sharp fronted slipper-shoes from India. Even if worn at home they would not be suitable as 1)my balls will fall out 2)they’re too expensive to not wear out. So essentially it was impractical to buy them. Yes yes, I do the analysis before buying anything so as to not squander all my easily procured money away.

Went to Kinokuniya later. Bought Men’s Folio to look at haute couture while Chongren snatched it away from me on the train to ogle publicly at men in bulging swimming trunks. I told him to stop it as it was in public and we were in school uniform and everyone standing behind could see what he was looking at (and what I was peering at). But he said he didn’t give a damn. So, I didn’t give a damn about what he was doing either (it’s not right for people in school uniform to be openly gay, as my compromised morals still tell me…) and pretended not to know him for the next five minutes.