Category: Ranting Is a Right

BITCH, you should never ever used a handicap toilet in the first place if you’re an able person.

Get this, it’s for them. The space= it’s for the size of the wheelchair. The slope, it’s for the wheelchair too. You can walk down a slope, but they can’t slide down a flight of stairs, dumbass.

Working bladders? What makes you think they really have ones? What makes you think that it’s right for a handicap with incontinence to pee on herself/himself just because a dumbass like you was too lazy to wait at the other 6 cubicles.

You’re stupid, malicious and insensitive.

On the other hand, stupidity is a handicap. Perhaps that qualifies you for the handicap toilet.

It’s my comment for that Xiaxue bitch across the straits. I bet she doesn’t even have the chicken guts to publish it.

I don’t even read her blog anymore. But Suan’s post really bloody infuriated me.

Forgive my incoherent English, anyway.

I’m not sure if this industry is good for me. I’m having posh lunch FOC almost everyday and the thing is, at the end of the day…I’m too tired to bother with my weight. ZZZZ…

I was asleep most of the time, even while cutting the cake.

p/s: Party pics here.

I’ve just gotten back from work. Except for some seriously boring data-entry, I quite enjoy the experience. For example, I’m going to do some food tasting this Friday. Hehehehe. Just my kind of thing…

Situation at home is still rather tumultuous. Brother texted me (or rather, my Mom) to ask if I still wanted to go ahead with the party; I replied in the negative. I know better. It’s so her style, seducing you into becoming completely dependent on her and the next thing you know, you’re being viciously blackmailed. She does have sincere intention I suppose, but somehow she can’t help but being horrible in the midst of it all. I like to think of myself as a pretty strong person (normally unaffected by how other people treat me) but when it comes to my Mom, I turn into this hypersensitive crybaby. My best friend actually pointed out that eversince she knew me, whenever I was upset it was almost always because of Mom. I wanted so badly to object to that but found myself unable to. I love her deeply of course, and the last thing I want is to hurt her. But I love myself too, and I can’t subject myself to more emotional turmoil.

The legs on my banner have been dubbed lardy and pasty by this chick (check out her July archive). My first reaction was,”Wah, so bitchy meh?”. My second reaction was not much better….my self-confidence actually fluctuated a bit. I mean, look at her choice of words! Honestly, I do like how my legs look in the banner, which is the 1st reason I put it up. Different strokes for different folks ya? Some people like to fuck little boys and some salivate over meatier girls like me. Anyway, I hope she’s not getting cancer cause really….would you be surprised if she did?