UGH, BUGGER OFF!

OH MY GOD. STUPID church camp. Just why? why? why??? Its bad enough that my dad had to INSIST that i was sick on the original date and now I've got a bloody replacement and oh joy, it just HAS to be coinciding with my October hols which I need to go to to be able to get my stuff for entrepeneur competition coming up. JUST WHY!?!? Stupid, STUPID STUPID! And then my cathecist comes threatening in the nicest voice saying,

"Oh, if you don't go, we cannot promote you to Secondary 4 you know,"

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

Just think about it, I get to go on a holiday after toiling through the year and working my gut out and THEN my church CAMP HAD TO GET IN THE WAY! Wanna know a horrible plus point to aggravate me? The SkinnyBoy could follow me on this trip -.-"

And then my cathecist goes on saying,

"Oh, I don't think Melissa is ready for confirmation. I sense she has doubts whether god exists.SO i think it is compulsory to go for the Church Camp"

AND HE SAID THAT TO MY MOM! HELLO!?! HELLOOOO!?! JUST BECAUSE I DRESS UP NICER WHEN I GO TO CHURCH INSTEAD OF USUAL CASUAL DOESNT MEAN THAT I'M SOME BIMBO WHO GOES TO CHURCH JUST FOR A FASHION SHOW TO PARADE MYSELF IN! I BELIEF IN GOD OKAY! IF I DON'T, WHY BOTHER DID I PRAY WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE OF DENGUE, OR WHEN THE SKINNYBOY WAS DYING IN THE HOSPITAL WITHOUT ME EVEN KNOWING WHETHER SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED , OR BEFORE EVERY FRIGGIN EXAM SINCE PRIMARY 3 TO CALM MYSELF DOWN!? WHY I BOTHER GOING TO CHURCH EVERY SUNDAY AND HEY, IF I DON'T BELIEVE GOD EXISTS, WHY DO I EVEN GO TO CATHECISM CLASS? I CAN JUST GO RUN OFF, PLAY SOME TAROT CARDS, INVEST IN VOODOO AND SPELLS, PROBABLY PLAY AN OOJAH BOARD OR TWO AND GET MYSELF DEAD DRUNK AND HAVE SEX WITH SOMEBODY???AND IF I GET PREGNANT, HECK, JUST GET AN ABORTION?!

FUCK MAN I do EVERYTHING that is conservative for my religion sake, for god's sake, for jesus's, for my parents and for my friends! What gives u the bloody right to question whether I think he exists? Of course he does! Heck, If he didn't, I would not spend so much time arguing with SkinnyBoy over facts in my religion and defend my religion when stupid people try to convert me to some other religion!I'm so bloody fucking sick of this! I may not be as religious as to turn to god for everything I need, so religious to the point where I rely totally on god or to pray everyday or be a nun, heck, I don't even pray at every meal - but you have no damn rights to question my faith!

WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!?!?

FATCAT NEEDS REHAB QUICK!!!

suffering from... redrawal symptoms...-twitch-... need.... CHRNO CRUSADE!! AAAAA!!!! DISTANCEISABITCHABIGBIGBITCH!I'DFLYOVERTOTHEDAMNANIMESHOPRIGHTNOWANDGETTHATDAMNBOX2!!NEEDTOKNOWWHATHAPPENED!!!ARGHHH!!!!!!!! -BREATHES- AAAAAAAAAA!!!!CHRNOSOGODDAMNSEXYANDHOTMYTVANDCOMPUTERISONFIRE!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!NUUUUUUFATEWHYAREYOUSUCHAWHORE!??! -BREATHES- GODDAMNSCHOOLTOMORROWANDICANNOTFLYOVERTOJURONGPOINTANDRENTBOX2!!!DAMNITDAMNITDAMNITALL!!! -BREATHES- Someone get me the ChrnoCrusade Box 2 before I go mad and raid every anime store on this island and steal all the Chrno I can get!!!!!muahahahahahahaha!!!

Hurricane winds,Crazy Balls, Sauna gossip and Underwater Fun

FatCat's had a terr-i-fick day man! And I'm unusually happy! Haha!Spent my whole day at Raffles Country Club [so fun!]

Hurricane winds
Today's weather forecast: Disastrous. Hurricane winds tore through Raffles Country Club at alarming speeds, making the weather so cold that serious injuries had occured. Evangeline the FatCat, 15 years of cat age, met up with a vicious high feeling after her heart and brain were frozen stiff. Horrifying results to follow. Caused laughing gas to explode in RCC, havoc to wreck the brains of fellow meow-ipians Rachel and Wai Mun, ravenous photo-taking rage, bikini parties and becoming the kings and queens of the swimming pool despite heavy rainfall.

Crazy Balls
FatCat cannot play table tennis for nuts, peanuts, cashew or even pistachio. The ball would go normally along the table, then suddenly with a jerk of excitement, hits it with more than the strength required, sends the ball soaring through the air and it would suddenly change to tennis cum badminton. Scary bullet pelting session. FatCat's new invention: Table tenminton. Side effects of infectious laughing gas included.

Sauna gossip
FatCat and fellow meow-ipians retired to the sauna after badminton because the weather was just too freaking cold to take a swim. Used Rachel as a test subject a.k.a guinea pig. She came out of the water frozen. Was gossiping about boys, bikinis, buts, boobs, and anything to do with the letter "B". oh, bitches (me!Me!) and backstabbers too. FatCat gossiped about that really tall guy in church that always sits at the backrow of the choir. He looks bored most of the time and he seems to wear really bright colours every week. Bless my eyes. Found out his name was Calvin. Probably the only intruiging thing about him was that he looked a splitting image of the SkinnyBoy (just without the mole) and that he's well, really tall. FatCat swears the sauna has melted her sanity. Came out gasping for air as if she'd taken a year voyage at the Sahara desert.

Underwater Fun
Went swimming when it was raining. Not very smart but hey, who gives a shit - the pool's all ours. Did stupid things with the floats FatCat and meow-ipians brought, went nuts, tried to teach SkinnyBoy how to swim - which utterly failed, water aerobics, singing in the rain-and water,lots of screaming and struggled to keep our bikinis on - one had too much to fill it in, the other had too little and the last just had J Lo's miniature butt.