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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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| How to revert back to old blogger template |
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| Last day of school pics |
| Last day of school pics |
| Tales of the SINGAPOREAN rojak |
| Killing cockroach with Sis I |
| Killing cockroach with Sis II |
| You know you're a Nurse when... |
| Thailand 2007 |
| Taiwan 2008 |
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Driving



It's like my third lesson. I'm starting to feel I'm not cut out for driving. Maybe I'm destined to be a passenger or a public transport taker all my life.

I stalled the engine don't know how many times today, mainly at traffic lights. I think out of 10 traffic lights, I stalled at about 6-7 lights. Despite efforts to stay in my lane, I still can't do it. He still has to steer it back from time to time. But it's a little better than the first 2 lessons where I drove like it's my grandfather's road with little respect for the lane markings. I feel like crying everytime I need to turn out into a bigger road. I just feel the cars are too near me and they're going to crash into me any moment. So my instructor is going "ok, go now, go now." And I'd be like "please don't bang into me..."

At the Haig road area... ~shakes head~

They've got tons of buses and lorries there. I just feel like they're going to crash into me any moment. Looking into my mirrors, I imagine them cursing at me for travelling at 30 km/hr. He said to drive slowly. When he says drive slowly, I drive TOO slow. When he says speed up, I drive TOO fast, as in 60-70 km/hr. I kinda of like it when the car is travelling at that speed. I feel people won't be cursing at me. Also, the heavier vehicles can't travel as fast so they won't be around me.

Currently, I feel like crap. I felt like anyone with normal intelligence should be able to drive properly after 3 lessons. When I hear of idiots who pass on first attempt, after 12 lessons, I kick myself even more. It's useless if you tell me that you passed only after 4 or 5 attempts. That's not my problem. My problem is time and money. I can't take my time, I don't have all the money in the world to burn now. I'm starting work NEXT year, do you think I've got so much time to keep learning?

And everytime the bloody engine stalls, I've got the urge of getting out of the damn car, slamming the door behind me and telling the instructor "I GIVE UP! GOING FOR AUTO!" I really feel like doing that, it's frustrating.

4.4.07 4:01 PM

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