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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.

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I hate as vehemently as I love
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Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

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Aunties at a coffeeshop

If you've been to a coffee shop on a bright, early Saturday morning, you'll know what I mean...

5-7 middle aged ladies taking up one table, plucking vegetables, sharing one cup of coffee between them, gossiping like there's no tommorrow.

Women are social beings, we need people to be around us wherever we go, even need people around while we're doing something as mundane as plucking vegetables. I wonder why don't we get company when we're plucking armpit hairs! Oh wait, people actually drag their friends along when they do waxing, IPL so yea...

No, I'm not irritated with women getting company when they're trying to do something as scary as getting rid of armpit hair. Just imagine, how emotional is that. Dealing with those unwanted hairs cry to let them live...

"Oh please, don't kill us please! We...we're good, we'll grow to be nice, thick, strong and black, just like the hair on your head. Someday, you could rebond us and we'll be soft and smooth, please..."

See? Can you see how useful girl friends are now? You can actually turn to them, if those unwanted armpit hair suggests something as ridiculous as rebonding them to ask if it's possible and like you know, ask for company...

No, that's a bit ridiculous but I didn't want to admit that I was scared of hot wax being poured on any part of me, with the hair being cruelly ripped out, leaving my skin sore so I'd be one of those who could do with some company.

THE POINT IS, WHY DO THEY NEED COMPANY WHEN THEY PLUCK VEGETABLES?!

Or rather, why can't they like sit at the void decks instead of the coffeeshops? If delinquents can hang out there and make so much noise late into the night, I don't see why won't they hang out there and wake us all up on a bright, early saturday morning with their incessant chatter.

I mean if they do that and wake her majesty, the grumpy queen up...*evil laugh*

But I doubt they'll talk too loudly, what if the person they're gossipping about hears them?

The void deck is a good place to gossip because you can even save on the 80 cents coffee that entitles you to hog the table for as long as the coffee remains unfinished.

Besides, you can free up spaces and not be a public nuisance, so why not? Imagine la, if your child is like the coolest kid around and his/her friends see you hogging the table at the coffee shop, then how? But yea, maybe the friend won't tell your cool kid they saw their mother at a coffeeshop on a Saturday morning...just not cool to be up so early.

But yea, the point is they get to save 80 CENTS! And maybe like buy one more packet of chye sim with that 80 cents?

Maybe they think it's very funny, plucking vegetables while catching up with their auntie friends. Please! It's not funny when someone, already born grumpy has to wake up at an ungodly hour like 8 am on a Saturday morning after slogging like a dog from Monday to Friday and tries to find seats to have a proper breakfast and sees the whole gang of aunties glued to the chairs and don't look like they're gonna budge! I feel like shouting at them or just giving them a free rebonding session when I yank at their curly maggie mee hair!

It's also not very funny when the coffee shop owner loses business because you're hogging a table that could bring in about $10 per hour and paying only 80 cents for 3 hours or so...

If they raise the coffee prices anymore, I'm gonna blame the aunties for it! I don't see NYP charging 80 cents for a cup of coffee that tastes exactly the same as what they sell in the coffeeshops. Maybe it's because we don't have auntie table hoggers in school.

*huffs and puffs away*

WOMEN! I'm sick of men, I'm sick of women. I wonder why am I not sick of myself...I wonder how I sometimes rant about things I'm guilty of. Who doesn't hog tables? Which girl doesn't ask for company now and then? I contradict myself, sometimes, I suspect 2 people live in me...

17.11.07 6:37 PM

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