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

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I'm at it again...


Sometimes I wonder why don't I just drop dead? I mean so many people piss me off in one day, if I drop dead, it'll benefit me and the society. First, the stupid people don't need to be cursed at. Next, normal but innocent parties don't need to hear me rant and lastly I don't half to be angered half to death every single time.

Today I was rushing to church when I realised I had no money in my ez-link card. So I went to the nearest 7-eleven, yes the one with the stupid shopkeeper. Read here for the story of the stupid 7-eleven shopkeeper. Anyway, I went and in front of me was this man in his fifties paying for his groceries. *wrinkles nose* He has the typical ah chek smell that I don't like.

So while the cashier (not the same stupid one) was bagging his items, I fumbled for change to pay the stupid 30 cents "service charge," thinking the cashier would take at most 2 mins to finish bagging the items.

When the cashier was done, I was like getting reading to hand him the cash and card, who's to know, this stupid ah chek refused to budge and STOOD THERE to check his items, as in what's there is there and that the cashier didn't steal his bread or anything. And so I waited, because he's quite old, how can we shout at old people right?

"RECEIPT LEH?" the ah chek shouted out to the cashier who was less than 1 metre away from him. I think he's quite deaf, old already, never mind.

Then this young cashier, probably quite new was fumbling through a whole stack of receipt because he probably presummed this ah chek, like so many other customers didn't want a receipt and dumped it. The ah chek continued with his "checks."

Finally, God bless this young cashier's soul, HE FOUND THE DAMN RECEIPT!!! So handed it to the old guy and I was like thinking, "good, can move on to me."

Who's to know, this old guy, turned, looked at me, never say sorry for holding up the line, never mind, he proceeded to lecture the cashier. Which means what? He's taking up more time right?

"Ah...must give receipt mah...or not how?"

Must give receipt? How should the cashier know? Most people don't ask for receipts at 7-eleven what!

Then as he lectured, he was still fumbling through his things, I don't know why. Lucky for him, he didn't start checking through his things again. Otherwise, I would suffocate him to death with the bread he bought and drown him in the 2 litres of milk that's in the bag. Then he'll have silky soft skin before he dies!

Evil, evil me. Sometimes I think I should be locked up for the dangerous thoughts in my head...
21.10.07 8:39 PM
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