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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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What do people get when they make life hard for others?

I don't get it.

Why make someone's life harder when you CAN make it easier for her without much effort?

This ward is hell. If I have to work there after graduation, I don't think I'll even survive to serve my 2 year bond. In other wards, it's just one or two difficult staff and you can pray and hope that they disappear or something but here it's like the majority of them are horrible. The good ones are leaving and the bad ones just won't budge. Good also la, stay there and do not contaminate other wards with your evil presence.

Today I met another mad man with a hormonal imbalance. Heh, I didn't know men had PMS too!

It all happened 'cos the bus driver thought he didn't pay enough fare. They started quarelling and at last the bus driver realised it was his mistake and apologised. Because of the quarrel, the bus had to stop 'cos the driver couldn't concentrate with this mad man barking away, looking like he's gonna kill somebody.

Some workers were rushing off to work and one of them was like "don't fight, don't fight, never mind I pay for you." The PMS man refused, probably said it's a matter of principle and all that crap. In the end, the mediator gave up and went back to his seat.

That was not all, during the quarrel the PMS guy was quite normal, it was AFTER that that he showed his mad side. To cut a long story short, when the quarrel was finally settled and the PMS guy was appeased and stopped shouting, the bus driver moved off. He barely moved 3 metres when the guy suddenly stood up and started yelling at the driver AGAIN.

"HUH! You new driver ar?! Tell you already, it's correct you just don't believe me!"

I don't know la, it prob gave the driver a shock and he jammed on the brakes. It nearly cost me my 2 front teeth ok!!! I nearly banged them on the seat in front of me.

That prob pissed the driver off, he glared at the guy and he guai guai took his seat behind the driver. Minutes later, he walked to the back of the bus and sat right down in front of me. Another few minutes later he walked back to his original seat. *confused look*

He happened to alight at the same stop as me and I followed behind him to observe him. True enough, when the bus drove past him, he showed his bloody short middle finger to the driver. Then, I SAW HIM MUMBLING TO HIMSELF, LOOKING QUITE ANGRY.

Mad enough or not?! Oh yea, I forgot to add, they were supposed to settle the quarrel once and for all at the interchange(the driver promised him that if he'd let the bus move on) but the PMS guy didn't even alight at the interchange. So, you yourself never make it to the interchange still wanna show middle finger!

Ah yea, another time I met another mad fella trying to get directions from me at CGH. It was quite early in the morning, around 6 plus. This guy went "EXCUSE ME" in a really loud and clear voice and that startled me. I had headphones on, half asleep and still could hear him. He was holding this appointment card and was looking for the place to do ultrasounds. I was like asking him if he knows which clinic to report to or which level is it on, so on and so forth but all he said was "don't know."

Don't know how to help him right? Barely nothing was written on the appt card, only the date and time. Then he did the most amazing thing. He just said, "never mind!" in an angry voice, like it's my fault he doesn't know where to go and walked off angrily. FINE!

I mean usually people will wait for you to say something like, "I'm not sure" or "maybe you can ask the security guard in front" before walking off right?

Did I mention that his demeanour resembled an IMH patient?

I'm not looking down on IMH patients or making fun of them. I'm saying that if we instituitionalise our mental patients too much, they will all turn out the same way after some time. One look and you'll go "IMH patient."

Is that what we really want? For them to live their lives with this label boldly printed across their faces?

Have we done enough for them? Are they living close to normal lives or just being hidden away from society? What the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't grieve over eh?

If you had a choice, and must wish one illness on yourself, what would it be? Diabetes or a mental illness?

Both are chronic illnesses, both require long term medications. But most, I believe will choose diabetes.

8.1.08 8:54 PM

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