Boys can be evil sometimes. I know they don't mean anything, but it is just so irritating when they call names just because people are fat.

The juniors called me 'bak kwa' today. I don't know what I've done to deserve being called this; maybe because I am too nice and friendly that they think that it doesn't matter. If that is the case, then they are right; I don't really care. But for 22 year-olds, this is the type of mentality and maturity they have. I know that I am fat, but name-calling were for the days when you need your parents to help you to tie your school shoes, and still thought girls were poisonous.

I pity their parents, and I pity them.