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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

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I'm a rojak Singaporean and proud of it!

I'm quite sick of this stupid Facebook thing. When I got friendster, it was like the coolest thing in town, with people adding people they barely know. The more friends you had, the better. Well at least the testimonials page was used correctly...

Now, people plaster their profile with retarded looking poses and leave random messages for their friends on the comments page.

Ok, so I got sick of friendster and barely use it. Then this stupid facebook came along. At first, it was quite refreshing, poking people, hugging them, buying them drinks and what-not. After a few weeks, I got sick of it too. I just couldn't keep up! Now I realise, my friendster friend's list and facebook list are quite the same.

Why am I even on facebook? To fit in? To show I'm not weird with no social life? Sometimes I wonder whether the people who spend so much time on facebook/friendster with their 103948568 friends on virtual space even have a life. How to get a life if you're stuck perpetually in front of the comp?

Also, I'm starting to ignore the stupid panda I created on facebook. At first it was cute, now I wish it'll die. Just what did it do? Probably just its luck to be born when I'm so sick of these social networking sites.

"Why don't you even get sick of your own face? So nice meh, your face?"

HOW DO YOU KNOW I AM NOT SICK OF MY FACE? I think everyone will get sick of their own face sooner or later, even if you have the most perfect face. How not to?

And my goodness, I nearly caused a racial riot yesterday. I was surrounded with a group of teenagers with no sense of style. The best part is they thought it's cool, with that fugly hairstyle. 4 out of 7 had the stupid style---one lump of hair supporting a cap. They think so funny, kept taking out the cap to show off the lump of hair that resembled a beehive. So nice meh?

Of course I didn't blast at them. Crazy or what? 7 guys leh, they whack me how?

I also waited 45 mins for a stupid bus. I was so bloody pissed off and at last, the 3 of us decided to just take another bus. I think if I walked all the way, I would have reached before the bus.

I would have caused another riot today if I blasted at the stupid 7 eleven storekeeper. My sis was trying to top up her ez-link card and spoke to the store owner in Mandarin. Then this kaypoh woman wanted to strike a conversation with us. Yes, she was just being friendly.

"Eh, you not chinese ar?" the storekeeper asked her.

"Errm...no?" My sister looked quite shocked and was wondering how the storeowner knows.

"Wah, you not chinese. You singaporean ar?" Then she started speaking to us in perfect mandarin.

Our pronounciation is not wrong, it's Singaporean. We speak Mandarin like any other Singaporean chinese. And for that brief moment when she asked if we're chinese, I nearly said I'm chinese. It's not being ashamed of your heritage, it's just the race I can identify most with. I speak English and Mandarin, eat chinese food, am surrounded by so many chinese friends and do so many chinese things. I sometimes honestly forget that I'm a rojak.

I am so bloody sick of people who ask if I'm singaporean. If anyone is not chinese, indian or malay, means foreigner! What logic is this? ~rolls eyes~

Then if it's not enough, they will go on and ask, what country was I born in. SINGAPORE LA!

Then they start asking me about my parents, if they're foreigners. Lucky they never ask if my grandparents born in Singapore or not.

Kaypoh: "then your grandparents leh? Born in SG?"

Me: "No la, only 1 born in SG, the rest all no."

Kaypoh: "yea la, no wonder, that means you foreigner la..."

Me: "You mean all your grandparents born in SG?"

The above situation has not taken place yet, but I will laugh to death if it ever happens.

Then, after a while, they start feeling bad for questioning you so much so they try to compliment you.

"Wah you so pretty, really don't look like Singaporean hor?" they start looking around for people to agree with them.

Then the rest say something stupid like sometimes the water overseas better for complexion. They often give the example of those people living in the mountainous regions having rosy cheeks.

At this point, I'm starting to get offended, especially if I'm talking to young and educated people. You mean Singaporeans supposed to be ugly? If they think the mountain water so good, go and buy those mineral water from the mountains to drink everyday. See if they get any prettier drinking it.

I am not fabricating any of these up. The examples I've given are from my interactions with real people of different ages, genders and educational qualifications. I'm not saying they represent the whole SG population, they just represent the people I've met in my 19 years thus far.

Years of national education, social studies and racial harmony day celebrations all gone to where? Why are people so closed up and not exposed? There are so many people of different creeds, race and religions, please open up your eyes!

I mustn't go on...or I'll just start digging up more stories. I leave you guys with a video Candice shared with me. So funny and cute, must watch to destress.

I think my friends all just accept me as Samantha the rojak. I am who I am, and my race: Human.

13.10.07 10:59 PM

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