♥ 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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Do you know what it's like?!

Darling's been really sweet. Without her encouragement, her reassurance, I would have been convinced that I'm abnormal, not cut out for driving, doomed to be a transport taker. Don't keep telling me that I'm a girl and it doesn't matter if I can drive or not, that maybe I'm destined to be a tai tai. Don't tell me that, I don't believe in it.

What if the one I marry can't drive? What if he's so successful he doesn't have time to be a driver? Even if my husband's going to drive me around, what's wrong with learning how to drive? Can't I say, "I can drive, but he drives me around so I don't spoil my nails" What if I'm kidnapped one day and somehow managed to find my way to the driver's seat only to realise I can't drive?

I'm sick of it all, I wish it'll be over soon, that I'll pass the stupid test and never have to face freaky people like my instructor and my tester for the rest of my life.

23:08: I just realised I broke my toe nail because I drove bare-footed today. Don't ask me why I drive barefooted, I believe u can feel the pedals better and cause less accidents.

11.4.07 6:46 PM

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