FatCat's getting tailed

Fatcat's got a big problem I can't solve. Or rather, I DON'T know how to solve without having the OhSoHotBoy swearing and cursing at my stalker and threatening to fly down from thailand to stab him as well or to have the SkinnyBoy scold the crap out of him.

HEELLPPP!
HEEEELLPPPP!!
HEEEELLLPPPPPP!!

Here's some psycho conversations we had:

A One Winged Angel says:err... wat am i 2 u?
Evangeline: "Kisses make my heart play the tango" ::IamTHEproplady:: says:
er. a person.
A One Winged Angel says:expected
A One Winged Angel says:im not much to anyone except my parents

well, good for you MrI'm-so-sad-pity-me.

A One Winged Angel says:if onli i knew how to make a 'doomsday' virus...
A One Winged Angel says:anyway... tts wat u do 24/7A
One Winged Angel says:and u get rich as a result
A One Winged Angel says:wat genius
A One Winged Angel says:do u think its possible to make mini-bombs with anything we can get our hands on?
Evangeline: "Kisses make my heart play the tango" ::IamTHEproplady:: says:er.
Evangeline: "Kisses make my heart play the tango" ::IamTHEproplady:: says:no.
Evangeline: "Kisses make my heart play the tango" ::IamTHEproplady:: says:and you'd be jailed for that.
A One Winged Angel says: ...
A One Winged Angel says:im desperate for adventure...
A One Winged Angel says:any ideas?
Evangeline: "Kisses make my heart play the tango" ::IamTHEproplady:: says:.. even if i did, i wont. tell. you.
A One Winged Angel says:*bang*


bang? I'll BANG YOU'RE BLOODY HEAD TILL ITS SMASHED INTO ITTY BITTY PIECES! You think you own a gun or something! My boyfriend owns a parang which I can decapitate your pee-wee brain with! Grrrrrr.

FatCat hates stalkers. FatCat hates BRAINLESS CHILDISH stalkers. FatCat hates freakazoids.
God SAVE me!

The World Is Topsy Turvy

hmm this ain't the first time the fatCat is stressed. While I'm sitting here typing and listening to Kenny's[my canadian friend]'s personally composed guitar 'mocoloco', I cant seem to think straight. Either the guitar music is too alluring or the light from the screen is blinding me because I'm sitting in darkness. How cliche.

But yeahs.

I've done a lot of bad things, got people pissed and irritated at me - to what extent I don't know but I just hope it isn't detest. I've not gone to school for 2 days so I've wasted my days away playing gunbound to try to salvage what little entertainment it would have for me.

I think I'm on the verge of going mad. I don't know why but I feel like I'm going to die soon. Or something really bad is going to happen. Haiz. I hope not. I'm so stressed I don't even know what I'm stressed out about ! And its even more stressful when people keep asking what I'm stressed about! Maybe I should isolate myself till the end of exams? Not talking to anyone except my family and my dog. Because honestly, during this period, whatever I say or my body language would show, would end up offending people or making them upset. So should I just slip into isolation for a month? Sure my phone bill would go drastically down and mummy dearest would be so happy; but I don't know if i would die of the voidness in my social life.

It's a vexed world.

I've even pissed off the SkinnyBoy... great....seems as if I've turned into some huge ugly unlovable creature thats screaming out for someone to slap or blow up at her. Okay... I get the point now....I don't know why I'm like this or why I am unaware of some misunderstandings but I'm just going to shut away from the world for a long while. I will not blog until 3 weeks or 1 months later and I will not reply sms-es unless I can be very sure that I will not piss off the other person on the line by being an insensitive bastard.

Lyrics from moloco:
Roses falling like shattered sunlight
Drifting to an endless pit
Delicate and unnoticed
All that's left is fade to ash

So I guess its goodbye world until after exams. Don't expect me to be eating recess with anyone. I'll probably be at the Co-op room studying or isolating myself among the cardboard boxes. Find me if you want but I won't be much of a chat. I won't reply sms-es either. Occassionally maybe i'll go on gb or something. I don't know. DOn't bug me to play or i'll slap you. I'll only go on when I feel like it. Don't bug me to play Gunz either because I already said I'll join after exams. Read you illiterate bastards. AFTER. not NOW. Adios and have a nice time missing me.

The show is over ladies and gentlemen

So the FatCat's been busy with some prop work in the Whizz Musical. I am not the prop girl. I am THE prop LADY. SO I beg your pardon if you start calling me "girl ah move this prop for me". Exa-cuseee meee! It's not "girl ah" and its "please your oh-so-royal highness" and not a command. If you want a command I'd shove a baton up your ass and we'd talk about command after that.

Anyways, I LOVE the other prop people. I call them the prop babies. There are all 9 of us and I'm particularly fond of one called Jasmine Chio. She's crazy like me. We created havoc and hell unleashed. For one, the 9 of us all suffocated under the smothering heat of the afternoon sun on the first day so on the morning of the second day when me and Jasmine snuck away from the briefing of the BIG-AND-EVIL director Zoul, we bugged this big malay guy who was one of the staff of the victorian theatre to save us from the heat. Obviously, he did. And the room's air con was FINALLY functioning. The second thing we did was we bought maggi mee because the food really really SUCKED! Well okay, it wasn't THAT bad but it was pretty bad so for dinner, we invented "LEMAK PORRIDGE" by dumping our oily Nasi Lemak into our leftover maggi mee soup after eating the noodles - peanuts and all. GOD it tastes HEAVENLY. Then after that, we poured the rest away in the sink. Not very bright. The sink got clogged. Ha. Stupidity on our part. Honestly. Anyway, we went to look for that big malay guy again and he UNCLOGGED IT FOR US! BWAHAHHAHA! But er... that was way later after me and jasmine picked up our empty maggi bowls from the dustbin and started dishing water out of the sink and pouring it into the toilet bowl... it was disgusting believe me. Parents advisory people. The mess that clogged the sink will cause trauma and kids shouldnt see it. It's THAT bad. Anyway from that day onwards we called that malay guy our shifu and was following him around. HEHEHE. We even gave him a bouquet of flowers at the end of the whole thing (made personally by me and jasmine because he helps us skip morning briefing and we end up sitting in the basement and drinking milo AHAHAHAHA)

Oh yeah we made friends with the technician uncles too. Oh for the record:

I LOVE UNCLE TIANG!!!

okay I don't know why that came out. I simply love that meek old man. Oh yeahs, we made friends with the security guard too. He asked me and jasmine out. He's such an ass man. haha but he very funny. he's 33, married, and he still goes clubbing. Oh gosh. What a funky dude. He said he'd treat me and jasmine out for a movie one day but I'm not going even though all 3 of us exchanged contacts. After all, he's an adult and me, I'm a cat. He's malay too. And fat. And everybody knows the FatCat has a thing against fat people except for myself and TheSkank because we have an excuse to be fat. heh. And that excuse is... I'm special XD

And I LOVE my stage lady. She.IS.So.NICE. She bought doritos and chocolates of toberlone and hershey's kisses and all the wonders of the world for us and she said we could eat anything we wanted and if we finished, just tell her and she'd buy some more for us. She Is so Sweet. I think i put on 2kg or more eating all the chocolate =) Which is bad. Of course. But she's still so sweet. Damn her for tempting me ^^ Well but she's so damn scary when she screams. I swear the floor shivers and the birds stop chirping. Because they're dead. Heart attack. I bet my fur falls off too. She's really particular about how we move props and we must always 'HUSTLE GIRLS!!!' yeahs. But she's nice. SHe's warm and huggible and she's downright hot and sexy man! All the clothes she wears reveals cleavage and like WHAO! No wonder the mike guy at the control room can never get the mikes right. Heh. I mean, he DOES after all get the top view from the top of the auditorium in the little box. She is so hot. But she loves us because she always hugs us and put her arm around our shoulder when she talks. She's so nice. Omg how many times have I said she's so nice because she's just so goddamn NICE! Guys, she is a DEFINATELY your type of sassy girl. SHe gave us flowers too at the end of the whole thing. She uses her money to buy that and the chocs.

But I'm so sad. I miss the props room we slack in, the group hugs we all have with our stage lady called Carmen and I miss the show. I miss the props and I miss crapping about. I miss the roses we get at the end of the show.

It has been a great experience but we must close that chapter as we close the curtains of the grand stage as the audience clap and do the routine calls for an encore curtain call, we learn not to wish back something already lost because life goes on but for everything the Kiwanis Club has done to help us produce that musical, we thank you.

And the speaker spoke:

"Ladies and gentlemen the show is over. have a nice day and piss off"

Look into my crystal ball : tell me what you see

So the FatCat has a new name now- Evangeline. Missy Roxanne is no more because Evangeline is soooo much cooler and anime-ted. Oh and I watched "The maid". Good show. Freaky shit. Go watch.

Anyway down to serious stuff.

FatCat's pre-engaged!! Wanna know details? ^^ here's all of them!
If everything goes according to plan and the SkinnyBoy sticks with me until I'm 21,

1. We're gonna get secretly engaged without our parents knowing
2.Then we'll break the news a year later and get officially married
3.Probably have 2 or 3 kids (i'm more in favour of 2)
4.Grow old together
5.Retire and tour the world.

No, my friend, I'm not high on booze, nor is this realistic nor unrealistic. Its believable and unbelievable, babes. So for the moment, just stay in the flow and we'll see what goes by but for the moment, I LOVE THE SKINNYBOY!!!!

Perfection? Far from it.

I'm gonna be very very blunt today because I'm in a bloody bad mood. My whole day at school has been like FUCK man. Really. From being woken up rudely from a horrible dream, I feel as if I have never slept the whole day yet and my brain's suffocating from my stupidity. Then I go to school and my english teacher totally takes up our recess time and gives us some crap speech about the debate session our class had put up. She claims we don't try harder and that our standard is primary six. She said our class is the worst class she has ever taught and that none of the classes she has taught before was this bad (implicating that we're totally hopeless). Some more, she's our FORM TEACHER! She's our bloody fucking pathetic excuse of a form teacher!!!!

And that really ticked me off because I already have some issues with her to begin with. And thats not all she said but she said worse things that I can't mention for I will get even more pissed than I already am, thinking about it.

Honestly, the class 3/8 I'm in is not a fantastically academically inclined class but hey, some of us do try. Even do we may be lazy, we're all smart. And I think NOBODY has the right or even the AUDACITY to say we're a bad class. I personally am not a fan of the girls there but if anyone's messing with the class, they're messing with me. IF we're REALLY that much of a bad class, we won't even BOTHER to come to school and we'd just run off to an arcade where our time is better off spent but HEY, we listen and respond in class. Even though we occassionally sleep, we're just like that. We have no drive. And you wanna know why we don't? I'll tell you so listen up all you damn teachers out there who think 3/8 is a bad class!

ITS BECAUSE OF ALL OF YOU PATHETIC FUCKERS OUT THERE! How would you feel if every single dragging day, a teacher comes in and tells you you're a bad class, compares you with 'better' classes who are "supposedly" weaker than you, that you're academically hopeless and that you're better off not attending school because it won't make a difference? That the money our parents spend is wasted? That we don't deserve a place in this school? That we don't deserve to be taught? Hey it hurts. Even if you don't think it does, it really hurts like a blade. And every single fucking day hearing the same fucking thing will really make you fucking believe you really are fucking worthless, illiterate, way below others and god damn USELESS! Do you know how it feels to be DEMORALISED and DEGRADED to being a THING that wasn't worth your mother's labour pain and that you're born in this world for no reason, for no purpose and just to suffer under the ostracism of others? I bet you don't. I step into class on the FIRST DAY of my secondary 3 life and I get enthusiastic vibe from my class. They listen in class. They pass up homework. They respond and ask questions.

But after the first CA they changed.

Just because the class did horribly bad for the 1st round of CAs, we started to get ostracised by teachers and the enthusiastic vibe shrank and shrank until it disappeared and nobody responded, nobody listened, nobody passed up their work anymore. All of you say we don't try but how do you expect us to when you yourselves don't think that we don't deserve a chance anymore? You know, all of us are so bloody put down, we're all struggling to beat up to our expectations, of our own and our parents. Is it because we like the praise that we work so hard to get? Or is it because of self satisfaction of proving that we're not useless? Either way, we're not reaching our goals and you're not helping by looking down on us. 3/8 is NOT a bad class. We are NOT bad students and we are NOT useless. You can belittle us all you want but we'll see who's gonna rub that distinction IN.YOUR.FACE at the end of the year.

I just want to quote something which my respected maths teacher said to me today when he caught me scribbling on the OHP machine before extra maths lesson after school:

"Your maths is already a mess! And now you're making the OHP a mess too! What else do you want to mess up?"

That really struck a nerve. It hurt a lot. Am I really such a mess that I'm only capable of producing mess? That I'm only capable of making rubbish? I know I'm the weakest A maths student in my class and that I got the lowest score for the recent CA because I had a mental block - 0. I'm not proud of it. I'm really not. In fact, I feel ashamed for getting lowest in my class. I've never got lowest in my life for anything. And that made it hurt more. And all the more, I respected him, my lit,PE and History teacher the most. I never expected him to give up on me and see me and the class as the other teachers do.

Perfection. Is it really that what makes you a bad or a good person? Is academic results perfection to a Singaporean's eyes? Does academic results really make you a useful person in society? That you're capable of everything with just education? I got one word for all that- bullshit. If you were to die tomorrow, would people remember you as a good person because you are smart? No. Education would be useless then. It's only temporary in your life. Whilst others like love and faith are permanent, people shouldn't judge you on material things. People should not put others down because ultimately, you're killing them.

I've died a million times over and over by such teachers that we have. So now I'm gonna prove it to them again as I had done for mid-years. I am NOT useless. I CAN do mathematics and I'm WAY better than ALL the smart jackasses yall worship as gods and godesses just because they are PURE geniuses or super hardworking! And may GOD BLESS YOUR SOUL because we'll see who gets the last laugh. I'm gonna make yall so SO embarassed and guilty about the way you had treated me and all of 3/8 that you're gonna stoop lower than my evil pet llama!

Don't.push.me.