♥ Queen of all Grumpy Old Farts ♥

About the GrumpyQueen

A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

Whatever I write are opinions, and may not be the whole truth. Do not read it like the Gospel.

I hate as vehemently as I love
I already know I'm crazy, be my friend, it's safer

Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

If you don't like me, it's probably mutual
But I'm nice, really :p

Blog started 21st June 2007, shifted from www.thegatekeeperstory.blogspot.com

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Hehe my friends are scared of me now. They said anything they say now can end up on my blog. Girls, what are blogs for? Ranting.

I believe I said it before, my blog's almost like my only outlet now. There are so many things I want to say but sometimes, can't. The things I write here may or may not be applicable to you. If you think I'm talking about you, so be it. If I'm talking about you and you're dense enough not to notice, so be it. The good thing about blogs is, if the reader doesn't get the point, you can't strangle the life out of him/her. You can only write what you feel and leave it to whoever's reading to interpret.

It's such a romantic day today. We walked in puddles of water 'cos my school's flooded. I really can't understand. They spend tons and tons of money making fountains everywhere, cleaning toilets every 15 mins or so but can't be bothered to invest in a PROPER drainage system so the school won't flood everytime there is a thunderstorm. Yes, we may be romantic people but walking in puddles while hearing other people going "eeee! Ahhhh! I'm wet! I'm wet!" is not exactly fun, you know.

I was just telling her, if my bf would say something like "dear, let me carry you across the puddle, I don't want you to get wet." I'd just die there, and die a happy girl. It's not the flowers, chocolates or expensive gifts that sustain a relationship. It's the little acts of love. I guess I'd rather get constant reminders that I'm loved then loud, infrequent declarations of love.

11.1.07 9:15 PM

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