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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

If you wanna be linked, just tag ok?

Favourite posts


| How to revert back to old blogger template |
| Glitz and glamour |
| My lil goddaughter |
| 07/07/07 |
| Universe's theory |
| A senseless mess |
| Last class party pics |
| Rambling about stupid aunties |
| 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 |
Friends


My old blog | My other blog | Anru |Bernard | Arianz | Cherryl | Candice | Christine | Darren |Emma | Fel | Lady Rose | Moose | Mable Bee | Oda | Princess Snow | Toe Queen | Yvonne |


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Please use my haloscan to comment on specific posts by clicking on the
"Speak your mind"
link at the end of each post.

For misc/random comments just tag on the latest post.

I'm just too sick and tired of a tagboard with a short term memory.

Thanks! :)


History


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October 2010

Not stressed out


Angel tried stressing me out cos I told her how calm I was.
-Did I see how thick the e-learning was? Yes I did...didn't work
-Have I seen the past year exam papers? Yes, I printed...didn't work
-There's no tips for 2 of our books. No tips=study everything. I know...didn't work

In the end, she concluded there is something REALLY WRONG. Honestly speaking, when she reminded me about having no tips, for a moment, a brief moment I felt panic. Then it disappeared, as quickly as it came. Perhaps the disaster at the end of the year makes the exams look like a five cent coin beside a cart wheel. But if I don't make it through the exams this time, how the hell am I going to even step in the ward for my disastrous 12 weeks of attachment?

I need to go into panic mode soon!

I need to find Sam soon, the panicky, study for exams one. Yes, the one who's allergic to pink. Pink is an evil colour, I've been like this since I started wearing pink...

To be shut out from a friend's world is a very heartbreaking thing. To be allocated the role of an observer, to watch your friend's life go on before your eyes with you watching it like a movie...

One thing I've learnt, perhaps there was no real role for me in your play. Perhaps I was just an extra, or part of the props. Props may be important in some scenes e.g. if the main character needs to bury something underneath it, but would anyone notice if the tree changed from an angsana to a mango tree?

I seem to be experiencing too many losses, I need time to heal.

A storm is brewing, take shelter everyone...
7.8.07 9:15 PM
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