FatCat's gonna change

Okay fine so you think that 21 out of 25 for literature is not good enough of prove that I'm studying? I'm sorry I'm not a god and I'm even more sorry that I'm your daughter. I'm sorry I ain't a born genius who can do any work or exam question you throw to me. I'm sorry I'm not a teacher sucker-up and I instead piss teachers off. I'm sorry I'm such a horrible kid, a horrible daughter and such a irresponsible, no conscience, self mutilating and ugly person inside and out. You think I don't want to be perfect? You think I don't try?

Sorry but if 21/25 is damn good enough for me to think that I'm good at AT LEAST SOMETHING in my pathetic and miserable life, and if you're not satisfied about it and you're thinking I'm distracted and is disinterested in my studies then well TOO BAD! Go get yourself a born genius who's polite, respectful, pretty, studious, and all that BULL! GO AHEAD! Then you can just DUMP me and LEAVE ME ALONE! I'm not worth anyone's care and concern since I'm so imperfect. You can listen to my fucking english teacher for ALL I CARE because you know what? She hates me and think you're becoming like her. Okay since I'm SO useless in studying, I might as well drop out of school, end up as a toilet cleaner for the rest of my life with the lowest miserable amount of education so that the whole world can spit on me and disgrace me and humiliate me while you can just go and parade around with her oh-so-perfect daughter and boast about how smart she is! Then she can go marry a handsome rich man, become some fucking leading woman in singapore and she can have a FUCKING good life!

I don't care anymore. Go. Just go and listen to my teacher. She says I'm disinterested. She says i don't try. But have the thought of you ever listening to me telling you that she doesn't like me and that she's fucking bias ever crossed your mind? I don't think so. You obviously don't trust your own daughter do you? Rather trust some fucking bisexual that looks like she came from boot camp just because she has a bloody teacher's degree! So what do you want? You expect me to stoop down and lick the dirt off her shoes before she finally says something nice about me and pherhaps throw me a doggie treat at the same time? No way am I gonna do that. I may be a monster but I still have my dignity.

So what do you want me to do now? Apologise? Yeah okay, I'll apologise. I APOLOGISE FOR BEING A LOUSY PERSON AND I DESERVE TO BE SPAT ON, WHIPPED, ABDUCTED AND BRUTALLY MURDERED SLOWLY UNTIL I DIE FROM THE PAIN AND NOT OF THE BLOOD LOSS! Happy now? I think you are. I think you'd be so much more happier too.

So because of this, the FatCat's gonna change to your ways then. Okay. You know what? I'll AVOID ALL CONTACT WITH YOU and study! You like that? I think you would. Honestly. You want me tos tudy that much then FINE! I'll STUDY MY WHOLE LIFE! I'LL STUDY EVERYDAY! EVERY HOUR! I WILL ONLY GO OUT ON SATURDAYS [i don't care even if you forbid me to], I WON'T GO TO CHURCH BECAUSE I'M EXPECTED TO STUDY! I'LL ISOLATE MYSELF TO MY BOOKS! I'LL SCORE 100% UNTIL YOU'RE SATSIFIED! It really doesn't matter because at the end of it I'm gonna be hollow and empty with nothing but material logic in my head.Then I'll be there standing and laughing at you while they drag me to the mental institution of health where I'd spend my life cutting millions of cuts on myself. I think you'd be so happy wouldn't you? Well then. I'll do it. I'll do the last duty of being a good daughter that you've always dreamed off then. Good-by. have a fucking nice life.

The FatCat's baring her claws

Okay. BAD day for me. Almost died trying to survive school. And a chunk of flesh on my finger got cut off by school's friggin lousy badminton racket. Vicious it is. I was kinda mesmerised when I realised that the badminton racket was full of my bloodstains but what the heck.

FatCat's NOT happy!

I've been really stressed out honestly, emotionally and physically. If not for the compelling horror of dying an ugly and painful death, I would be dead by now. I'd rather die beautiful [even though I'm still not. Maybe after plastic surgery. lol. kidding] than to die with my face smashed in.

The pope's dead and that's upset me greatly. I even cried like hell during the memorial mass in school when they were showing a slide show about the pope and I've never cried that bad before [with the exception of my dog's death as I cried in my room]. It was worse because I was to bring communion to the priest for that mass. God bless that old man. I really didn't know I actually admired him so much. To forgive one's assassin is a remarkable job for a remarkable man. FATCAT'S SO UPSET!!!!

It doesn't help that TheSkinnyBoy is going tekong for a long time too!

Anyways, what really does piss the FatCat off today was the appearance of a certain girl. So I got off the bus with the SadisticCat [steff] and saw my cousin sitting with a girl I just know too well at the bus stop. I didn't recognise her at first but I kinda suspected. I really don't like her. I won't say her full name out of the fully confidential thing I have on my blog but let's just call her "ThatGirl". So I just shrugged off the defensive nature that the FatCat has and went with the SadisticCat to go eat lunch. Chicken rice soon overwrote the thoughts about ThatGirl. So had maths tuition and sent the SadisticCat off to the bus stop while on the way to my cousin, TheLion's house.

THAT was when the FatCat brought up her guard.

ThatGirl was sitting next to TheLion when TheLion was supposedly suppose to send her off at the bus stop when I saw them earlier. Tinge of jealousy there. Then they were watching Seed Of Chucky so I joined in. Some unknown friend of TheLion and his best friend, HeWhoIsMacho was there too. By the way, HeWhoIsMacho likes ThatGirl...and ThatGirl knows that he does. So anyways, when it came to the part where Chucky was murdering the nosy reporter with his gender-indefined- son-cum-daughter, ThatGirl [who was sitting in front of TheLion] started to cover her face in sheer exaggerated horror in a totally I'm-so-scared-someone-please-help-me-before-I-die-of-trying-to-act-cute kind of way and she practically leaned back onto TheLion! If not for the fact that I was there shooting daggers at her, I bet she would have even tried to hide her face in TheLion's chest.

That's right, the FatCat's getting protective again.

Even Barney can act better than her. I almost passed out of the lack of intelligence that TheLion has. It's either he's just plain stupid...or he's.... yeah he's just plain stupid. Then ThatGirl noticed I was kinda glaring at her so she quickly backed up and sat up straight. I thought it was finally over but NoOoOoo!! ThatGirl was starting to cover her face in a super act-cute way and making some funny noise that was suppose to mean she's scared? I think she was squeaking. Well hell, I'd make squeal with my hands around her neck. You can't blame the FatCat. I'm just too spiteful and super protective over my Loved Ones. Come to think about it, I never did like any of the girls that my cousins know. Let alone the girlfriend that TheLion had before and the girlfriend that TheSumo is gonna have. It's vicious when it comes to your own gender. I can't explain it. There's some clear animosity between me any girl that my cousin knows.

Anyway, So TheLion tried to pry ThatGirl's hands away from her face and she would just squeal louder which greatly annoyed me. Like, SHUT UP already! And when TheLion had finally managed to, she would start giggling and cover her face again. Its super obvious that she enjoys TheLion grabbing her wrists and being so physically close to her.

Horny bitch.

It was at that point that the FatCat's claws started to inch out.

Okay then thank god that was over before my tolerance level went from "Bui Tahan" to "I Gotta have a peice of this skank" and I slowly tried to enjoy my movie which I might state, is NOT AT ALL scary! It's a bloody freakin COMEDY!

However, the wrath of ThatGirl continues.

Halfway though, she started plucking at TheLion's leg hair, causing him to yelp in sheer agony. Then he'd try to tickle her and she'd pluck harder and oh my god GET A ROOM!!!! Unable to take it anymore, I stormed off to the kitchen where I punched the wall REAAALLLL hard and washed my face before I went back in there, calm and collected.

Or so it seemed.

ThatGirl's been stepping too much on the FatCat's tail one too many times. She's gonna get hell soon enough when my building tolerance level overshoots the ultimate level of my tolerance which is, "Fuck TOLERANCE ALREADY!". She's ALWAYS flirting with my cousin!!!! It all started when the FatCat called up TheLion to ask if he was at home so I could pass him the cake that my TheMenoPause[my mom] made for him. He was talking to me halfway when I heard a whinny voice in the background and started giggling like mad. Next thing, he was apologising to that whinny voice in a pained way like a sick puppy. And I was left hanging on the phone for at least 5 minutes before he FINALLY had a "sudden realisation" that his cousin was actually present. I asked who it was when he finally was grounded back to earth and found out it was ThatGirl and he told me that ThatGirl was forcing him to "marry" her and call her LaoPo and treat her like his girlfriend like send her home and all that shit or he'd whack him in the balls.
That annoyed me enough to hang up on him when he started laughing again and forget of my existence ever. First time she has stepped on my tail.

Gee, what a GREAT cousin I have! -note the sarcasm-

Next thing I know, at Chevelle's wedding, I saw he had a ring on his finger and I asked if I could look at it, pretending that I admired on how nice it looked when in fact I knew something was up. I looked on the inner of the ring and saw the word "Heart" carved inside. Immediately I smelled vinegar purge the atmosphere. I demanded to know why he had that and he told me that ThatGirl forced him to get two rings: one with "heart" and another with "sweet". Obviously it spelled Sweetheart. Second time she has stepped on my tail.

I hate her.

The final last straw was when I went over to TheLion's house and saw that ThatGirl was there. And TheLion's maid, PrettyThing, who is the sister of my maid, TheSexyThing, told me that she was getting very annoyed with ThatGirl because she keeps flirting with TheLion and that she keeps screaming for no reason like a raving lunatic. I supposed she thought by doing that she'd appear cute. And when I went to talk to TheLion, I'm completely ignored the moment that bitch screams. Third time she steps on my tail.

Stitching surgery anyone?

So this is the fourth time. There won't be a fifth time cause I'm just gonna get out of the house and storm home with icy daggers glaring at everyone around me. Maybe, hopefully, my TheLion would realise I'm gone maybe 2 hours later. If I'm lucky which is highly unlikely. So anyway, The FatCat's tail is sore and so is my tolerance too. One little peice of advice to ThatGirl before i claw your pretty little face and scar it for life: Lay off my tail sister and get your freakin paws off my cousin! Plus: you're not EVEN his girlfriend so hey, stop acting shamelessly around him before I call the whorehouse for another admittance. I know that ThatGirl's pretty but hey, she's damn ugly on the inside because even If she really was nice and I hate to admit it, I still would but I'm not admitting so its obvious that she ain't nice.

My sympathise to HeWhoIsMacho. I bet his heart must have been breaking. I noted his face was kinda stony there today. You deserve someone better, honestly. That bitch has no compassion for you at all. I pity you for being a lovesick puppy who has to deal with this everyday at school but then again, I feel you should just point it straight out. Take care and best of luck to you babe.

Peace out and have a horrible life bitch.