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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

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Bored stiff

Bored stiff: as stiff as an erect *ahem*

I rebonded my hair. Oh thank heavens! FINALLY! Plucked up enough courage to rebond my hair and risk getting it poker straight. Thank goodness, that didn't happen. My hair still looks naturally straight. The only thing, it has started to curl after a grand total of 3 days!

This was right after rebonding. I know the pic has this ah lian feel to it.

This was taken today. Terrible, terrible. It's starting to curl again and I'm visibly distressed.

But that's ok. I like the new hairstyle. It's meant to be quite messy, which means I just blow dry my hair and mess the top part up. Very good. I don't even need a comb.

This is what life should be. Messed up hair straight from the bed and it's called style. Not comb and blow your hair frantically for one hour and people ask, "what's wrong? didn't comb hair?"

God, why didn't you give me naturally beautiful hair?

Or if you cannot give me naturally beautiful hair, make everyone have ugly hair with me!

Seriously, don't tell me it's ok. I stare at it daily, I should know. It distresses me. Same thing with my fats. I just squeezed out one lump of fats for my mother to see and it shocked her.

Mum: "That means you're quite fat you know?"

Me: "now then you know meh?"

LOL my sis just told me yesterday...

"I wanna see how much rubbish you can write on your blog."

Plenty, see I'm so bored just type and type and now I've got like one page of rubbish.

I'm amazing. If the words can be sold, I'd be rich by now.

21.2.08 11:02 PM

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Fly, fly, fly

Do you have flying dreams? If so read here...

Flying dreams FAQ

I can't believe they actually dedicated a whole page to flying dreams!

Had like 2 similar dreams where I dreamt I was gliding across my living room, like a bird. Pretty fun. I think I can even pick people up, lift them up the ground. WooHoo! I hope I don't start trying it in real life, 'cos that dream feels so real, so much so that when I get up, I forget the fact that it's a dream, that I can't fly in real life for at least 5 mins la!

In my dream, do you know what was my logic for picking people up to fly with me? I was like thinking in my dream, "poor lil fellas, all of you can't fly, let me pick you up and you can fly with me! WEEEE!" So I happily picked people up, looking so confused and all and made them fly with me.

Just a few of my favourite answers...

Why would I want to have flying dreams?

Because they're fun! How many enjoyable dreams do you have? *nods in agreement*

Are flying dreams just for loners?

No, people like to talk about their flying dreams. Flying dreamers are more likely than most to call someone on the phone to share their dreams. The majority of mutual dreamers (those who deliberately dream with other people) have the ability to fly in their dreams. (yup, dreams are impt to me, I'm the kind that will reflect on dreams and see what I can do about them.)

Why do I have them? Am I weird to have them? Or not to have them?

Are you especially creative? Do you have an imaginative personality? People with these characteristics (poets, writers, musicians, painters, graphic designers, etc.) are more likely to have flying dreams than the average population. People who do public speaking are prone to have them, too. Not surprisingly, folks who fly planes and hang gliders have flying dreams, although they tend to fly without their vehicles, like Superman.lol quite true. At least I THINK I'm the arts kind of person. Maths and Science never made much sense to me. The irony is that I did science for like 2 years. LMAO how I grad with decent grades is quite a miracle.

An after thought: I realise why I've got repeated flying dreams. According to the FAQ, I need to analyse what is going on in my life that triggers these dreams.

I think my sister and her inability to make a "correct" choice triggers it. Nursing enabled me to "fly." I found myself there, or at least I found a version of myself that I like. Now I'm thinking, poor lil fellas who can't fly, let me help you.

I told you. Dreams enable me to learn more about myself.

19.2.08 9:02 PM

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I'm so bloody sick of all these copyright laws!

WHAT IS THEIR STUPID PROBLEM HUH?!

Sites like imeem...now what's the problem with the site? Why must they have this 30 sec preview shit? We can't download from imeem, we can only listen like some idiotic fool so what's the issue here? It's like a radio, only without irritating deejays who keep playing "popular" songs after like don't-know-how-many mins of speech.

*bites those copyrighters*

Idiotic fools. Sometimes you put some songs on your blog, next thing you know. *BAM* The song's gone, in it's place is something 30 sec preview of the damn song. Makes one look idiotic for putting that 30 sec preview, don't you think?

Oh ya, with regards to my V day question. Anyone divorces/breaks up on V day?

*nods vigorously*

NOT because I'm like so damn happy to see it happen...

I just found it interesting that I chose to think of such a thing and it happened to a close relative of mine. The spark that would trigger off an explosion started on V day.

Moral of the story?

Actually I think there's no moral of the story. Errm, maybe don't be too sure of things?

*runs and takes cover from all the rubbish being thrown in my direction*

Oh ya, why did I even start this post? *scratches head*

YA!

Imeem only had 30 sec previews of this song, by Steph Sun.

*sticks tongue out at those copyrighters*

So I cleverly uploaded my own playlist. Enjoy! :)

*pats self* If they dare put it as some 30 sec preview shit, they will see no end to my wrath.

Hell knows no fury like a woman's scorn...

REMEMBER AR!

16.2.08 9:20 PM

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The aftermath of V day

People propose to the gf or bf (if you're brave enough) on v day.

Or ask someone to be your gf or bf (if you're brave enough)

Or get married on v day

Or have a kid

Or make one (or 2, 3 even 4 if you're good enough)

Do you think anyone would divorce on V day?

Or break up with their bf/gf

Or decide that they have had enough of shit and makes THAT decision to ditch the significant other on V day? Well, they can raise the issue another day, if they're nice enough but the decision to break up with him/her can be made on V day right?

The point is, will anyone do it?

I mean, why cannot? It's mean, but there's no law stating that you can't do it right?

Just like there's no law saying you can't give someone false hopes and make empty promises.

No law saying you can't dump someone on their birthday, christmas or on any other significant festivals right?

HOW CAN I EVEN HAVE SUCH THOUGHTS?!

I think I'm gonna suffer retribution for this, get dumped on some important occasion or something for being so mean and evil.

*slaps self*

I'm sorry for planting that evil seed into your innocent little minds, DON'T do it, unless you really hate me and want me to suffer retribution for this.

I saw something in my comments that tickled me. Xue suggested that we go for counselling together. I don't know who else will find it funny, if no one then I think I should really take up her offer and go for counselling with her. :p

Not funny meh? I thought that's a novel way of telling someone that it's time to get help. Better then hiding their knives, locking their windows and confiscating their pills and gas cylinder right?

OK! I'm starting to think no one finds it funny except me and her so I should take up her offer soon...

And to think I thought I was the only normal and sane member of the family...

15.2.08 3:54 PM

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Happy V day!

I'm gonna make a shocking revelation here!

I haven't eaten a single piece of bak kwa in like 2 years!

Yea, you can give me the "I'm-so-shocked" look now, 'cos frankly I'm shocked too.

I don't know why. It's like I was just eating bak kwa happily one year then stop the next year. And it's not because of the stupid calories! Mind you, I eat so much I think my arteries are shouting for help! But I don't eat bak kwa! Happy lor, all come my place and steal my share of bak kwa la!

Yup, if you know me, I absolutely HATE it when people come to my house and steal my food. It's like I have the mentality of a refugee. Yup, mind of a refugee in prosperous Singapore.

It just so happens that I've got a family who's so generous with food. Try and borrow money we might not lend, come for food and there will be plenty. My mother loves giving away food and sometimes appears scary, 'cos she can be overly enthusiastic about such things.

And so, I, with my refugee mindset will feel like crying 'cos this fella is "taking away my food!" How can this happen? How can he empty my house? I know I won't eat that much kueh and they'll go to waste anyway but he can't take my kueh!

No, it's different when people come to your house and eat like half your kueh collection up, compared to when they come, eat 2 pieces of kueh and then bring half your kueh collection home. The amount is the same, but it's just different la!

But it's not like that with my bak kwa. You want to eat, bring home, you'll just get an "oh ok" response from me.

Heh, I still don't know why I'm giving bak kwas the cold shoulder.

Like why I'm feeling this way on V day, or why I'm allowing myself to feel this way.

Perhaps, it's this song...

Thanks ah! Some people really got nothing better to do...

But then again, you don't need much effort to make me emo away...

A sad song(stupid song sounds happy and cheery but it's a sad song) rec to me on a day for all lovers by some not-paying-attention-nothing-better-to-do-sick-child, or a few sad quotes and I'd start emo-ing away.

And just to reply to your emo lil song cos you happily left me emo-ing away without a chance to defend love on this oh-so-sacred day for love...

Love knows no reasons,
love knows no lies.
Love defies all reasons,
love has no eyes.
But love is not blind,
love sees but doesn't mind.

That's why we all love, babe...

For true love cannot be seen nor heard,
True love is felt from the heart...

PS: Those in yellow are not my words, I'm not so smart yet. But they managed to balance my disturbed mind a bit. Happy Valentine's!

14.2.08 2:34 PM

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I AM LOSING IT

Another not-happy post. Please just listen to the music.

I think only in this state of mind can I see things for what they really are, rather than what I want them to be.

We cannot decide the beginning and end of our lives but we can determine what happens in between.

I think the sooner I realise who loves me and who doesn't, who's making use of me and who means well the better.

I think when you love someone, you shouldn't make their lives a complete hell. I think the sooner I realise that not everyone is capable of that, the better is it for me. Yes, even if everyone thinks that so-and-so is capable of it but you know for yourself that's not true. Please just ignore the kaypoh idiots and trust yourself.

How men, esp Dad can store so much shit in them is beyond my understanding and never ceases to amaze me.

I think we shouldn't take it for granted that family members should love each other. I think some just want you to die the most painful, slow and horrible death possible.

That's all. Listen to the next song, just in case you were kind enough to read and wanna try help. My post must have disturbed you.

11.2.08 11:30 PM

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PISSED

If you're looking for something to cheer you up, please just listen to the music, this is not a happy post.

I think as we grow, we learn that the people who're not supposed to disappoint us probably will and we can do shit about it! Parents, friends and even ourselves...

I've a problem, I'm too deluded and idealistic that when I come back to reality, I realise how harsh it is and it becomes unbearable.

If I died now, it'll probably take 2 minutes for my mother to realise but 2 days for dad to realise. The funeral would be 3 weeks from the day I died so some people can find time to attend. But even then, I think no one would bother.

*sarcastic laugh* I'm not worth more than a stupid orang utan eh?

When she died, people came down as if some leader died. Come to think of it, how many are actually so concerned when a relative or friend dies? Well it's chinese new year! Why aren't they superstitious about paying their respects to Ah Meng?

Oh hell, why am I even using the word "she?" My English teacher said animals have to refer to them as "it." Even if it had coffee with Michael Jackson, it is still an orang utan and must be referred to as it.

I'm not heartless or stupid. Yes I know the story of Ah Meng, yes I'd miss an icon of Singapore. But so what? Are we overlooking the important things in life? Are we giving up the important things for unimportant things?

Why are we treating animals better then human beings? Look at the number of old people rotting away in C class wards and old folks homes! Anyone gives a shit about them? Anyone remembers their names? Anyone remembers what their favourite food/fruit is? Do we even know if they're dead or alive? Some of them, not even their kids stop to think if their father/mother is still alive somewhere...

Why do we treat strangers better then friends, friends better then family? Why do we hurt the ones that love us with harsh words, give them minimal attention but beg for the attention of those who don't matter? The next time you think no one cares, look on the floor for those you callously cast aside in your quest for something less impt...

My current msn nick: ♥Treasure the ones around you now rather then treasure them when they're dead♥

How true...When someone is alive, we callously throw them aside. When they die, we set up online journals for them, cry at funerals, write poems all for what shit? The person is dead!

Us human beings are just so egoistical eh? We want to be the center of everyone's world.

We think the stupid person in front of us should know we're in a rush and give way to us.

We think everyone should know it's our birthday and make time for us.

We think everyone should know we need company and should spend time with us.

We think everyone doesn't have a life, have to sit around and wait for us to be ready to talk about our problems. When they don't have time to listen, we get angry.

When I make the effort, please make me feel that it's worth it.

*slaps self*

EGOISTICAL CHILD! Why should anyone care?

12:29 AM

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I learnt a new card game

I wrote about my cockroach killing experience yesterday but forgot to write about my new card game. I don't even know what it's called.

To start, each player has to put some money in the centre of the table. Everyone will put the same amount, for us, we put 20 cents each.

Then dealer gives each player 2 cards, facing up.

For example, I got a King and Ace. That's the best la, 'cos I'd have the most chances. So I'll make a bid. If the pool has $2, I can bid any amount, maximum $2.

Then I'd draw a card. If my card is between the King and Ace range, I get to take the amount of money I bid for from the pool.

BUT, if the card I bid for is either Ace or King, I've got to pay double the amount I bid for.

Ace and King is just an example. For example my cards are five and ten. Then any card outside the range of five and ten, I've to pay the amount I bid for to the pool. If I get five or ten for my third card then I'd have to pay DOUBLE my bid to the pool.

Oh yea, and if you need to pay or take money, you've to do it immediately before the next one can bid. If you happen to get the whole pool, the game ends there and everyone contributes 20 cents again. After everyone has had their turn to bid, the cards will be collected and re-distributed and we'd go through the whole bidding thing again. No need to collect 20 cents again, the 20 cents it's only collected when there's no money in the pool. Fun right?

Hahahaha I lost the first day I played but recoup-ed my losses the next day! Yay!

My theory is this...

1) Even if you have almost "sure win" cards like Ace and King also can lose so don't be too greedy as to bid on the whole pool if it's a lot of money in the pool. People call it GAMBLING for a good reason! Don't laugh k, happened to me! Got such good chances also kena pay double. Was telling my mum I'm just gonna bid on half of the pool and she was like "ALL LA!" In the end kena pay double! Hahaha lucky she pay, not me. :p
Moral of the story? Don't be greedy, trust your gut feeling.

2) Yea, always trust your gut! If you've got this bad feeling but yet got good cards, don't act smart and bid for the whole pool. My gut feeling saved me quite a bit yesterday and I'm beginning to love it.

3) Always be kind. Kindness begets kindness. Look around, if someone has pretty good chances and it's ur turn to bid, you can either forgo the chance to bid or make a bid but leave some money in the pool for the ones after you. Remember, you don't always have to bid and when you bid, you don't have to take ALL the money in the pool.

4) Don't curse other people. I know it's tempting to wish they're gonna get a card that'll cause them to pay double to the pool so you'll have more money but DON'T DO IT! IT'LL COME BACK TO YOU!

5) Don't envy other people if they've got the guts to risk it. These are the stupid people who're gonna "contribute" to the pool. If you've got a weak heart like me, just bid small small. Bid small, kena double also no heartache.

6) Never mind if people laugh at u for being a scaredy cat or for being kind to people. They're just jealous of you! :p

Oh yea, spotted a song off Xue's blog. Eres Tu. Was a choir piece, probably one of those I can still remember. Another would probably be Sanctus. And I never knew that Sanctus was part of the Mass until like 4 years ago? I deserve to be slapped.

Xue put the original Eres Tu, if I'm not wrong it's in spanish. I went and found the English version, the one we're more familiar with. Here it is, enjoy!

9.2.08 2:40 PM

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No pics today :(

But I've got a pretty good reason for it...

'Cos me and my sis spent like 2 hours killing a cockroach!

A big one leh! So kill until no time to take pics :(

It all started around 1 pm when we were dressing up. My sis was getting her clothes for the day when she spotted a fat cockroach smiling at her. She screamed, I screamed too even though I didn't know why she screamed.

"Oh my God! COCKROACH!" My sis screeched in disgust.

She ran off to get the spray and a stick while I stayed to watch if the cockroach tried to escape.

Using the stick, I poked at the clothes, trying to lure the cockroach out of its hiding place. My sis held the spray and was given the sacred task of spraying at it when the cockroach appeared.

She: "OH MY GOD! I SEE IT!"
Me: "SPRAY! SPRAY!"
*Sis sprays at the cockroach as if her life depended on it*

As we sprayed at the fatso, we were screaming like mad as well. Can you imagine, 2 loonies, one with a stick, the other with the insecticide spraying at a cupboard while screaming away? If cockroaches have ears, the cunning fatso would have died a deaf cockroach! But I'm just glad the neighbours didn't call the police...

Anyway, it ran and hid itself amongst her folded clothes. Good choice man, now we have to empty the whole cupboard excluding the hanged clothes. One by one, using the stick of cos, we checked through bags, clothes and what not. Those declared 'safe' would be pushed aside. To play it safe, we would even step on the clothes and bags. I mean, cockroaches CAN hide in really tiny places, ya know?

Guess what? Like that also cannot find! We sprayed the fatso cockroach half to death so it's quite impossible that it would leave my sister's cupboard alive. Wanna die also make it so hard for us to find the corpse! And I'm not exaggerating about the spraying part, I think we used about 1/4 can of insecticide on it.

You know what were my parents doing throughout this exciting cockroach killing experience? Dad was sleeping away while my mum was happily watching some HK serial on DVD.

So yea, both don't help suan le, mum still can come in and ask what the hell is going on, why is the room in a mess yada yada...

So bo pian, she come in and rush us, we have to clear the mess and get ready, pray that we don't reach inside our shorts' pocket one day to find a dead cockroach lor.

To play it safe, we checked through those stuff again, going through the same ritual. Check through stuff using stick and stepping on them again just in case. In the end, still nothing.

So I continued dressing up while my sis folded the clothes. As she folded, she gave a loud screech, same one when she found the cockroach.

I went, "where? where is it?"

"There! There!" she pointed excitedly at the floor.

I gathered my weapons but realised the cockroach is already 3/4 dead. But to play safe, I sprayed at it again. Then I covered the cockroach with a stack of newspaper, you think for what? To give it a decent death? Your head la!

I STEPPED ON THE NEWSPAPERS REPEATEDLY! As punishment for making US work so hard to find the body, and who ask it to scare us? 3/4 dead already still wanna move the legs as if trying to fight us.

*psychotic look*

DIE YOU SICK CHILD! WANNA DIE AT LEAST MAKE IT EASIER FOR US TO FIND YOUR STINKY CORPSE LA! I WOULD HAVE SPARED YOU THE CRUSHING PART IF YOU MADE MY LIFE EASIER.

So yup, cockroach killed. We can leave the house happily, assured that there are no more disgusting free loaders around.

I also think killing cockroaches/lizards is an expensive affair. Esp cockroaches cos they can fly and you're gonna waste a lot of insecticide like that. See, one can of insecticide costs something like $8. If I kill one cockroach, I'd need about 1/4 can of it. That works out to be about $2 per cockroach/lizard killed. And all for what? I also never ask the cockroach/lizard to come to my house? Why should I pay to get rid of an uninvited guest?

And what if they eat my food and I unknowingly eat after them, end up with food poisoning how? Who's gonna pay for my medical fees?

They always say human beings are the superior species. I think we're just saying that to comfort ourselves. In actual fact, we're the stupid species. We work all day to put food on the table only to feed these disgusting freeloaders. We rack our heads to make insecticide and then what? These idiots become immune to them and we have to come up with more!

And that's not all. We can't fly and they can. So some scare us by threatening to fly in our faces!

I know of some who simply drive the cockroach out and will not kill it. For me, I'll show no mercy to these shameless bastards! DOWN WITH THE COCKROACHES! LET NO COCKROACH LEAVE YOUR HOUSE ALIVE!

COCKROACHES! SAY YOUR PRAYERS! PRAY THAT I'LL STILL HAVE MY COCKROACH PHOBIA FOR A FEW MORE YEARS! AT MOST KENA SPRAYED TO DEATH ONLY! ELSE I'D COME UP WITH SO MANY DEVIOUS WAYS TO TORTURE ALL OF YOU TO DEATH.

*psychotic laughter*

12:14 AM

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GONG XI FA CAI!

Happy CNY to one and all, whether you're celebrating or not...

Just some pics of me before CNY visiting 'cos *ahem ahem*

I WORE A CHEENA TOP THIS YEAR!

Ok, if you're NOT interested in my quest to embrace my unique heritage, slap yourself 3 times.
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And if you're stupid enough to listen to me, slap yourself 3 more times...

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And if you're stupid enough to listen to me AGAIN, admit it, you're in love with me...

*shakes self vigorously*
yea, now you all know le, that's how severely deluded I am...

*nods* where was I?

Punjabi suit - checked!
cheena clothes- checked!
Eurasian clothes- what is the Eurasian cultural costume anyway? I think it's my daily wear lor...
PICS!!!

I probably belong to the wrong era. I always look 'right' in these kinda of 'lao pai' pics...

So yup, another one...ang ang eh!

My sis won't appreciate this but I'm still gonna do it anyway...
I'M GONNA SHOW YOU THE PICS I TOOK OF HER!

Swee hor? I had a hard time persuading her that those 2 pigtails will look nice, even harder time getting her to take pics. 'Cos my sis is those wanna-be-cool kind. Ask her tie 2 pigtails you might as well tell her to go and die! What's more you want her to take pics with those 2 pigtails!
Hahaha! In the end she still did it and even went to TM like that!
What did I do to deserve such an honour?
So yup, tmr would be at my 2nd uncle's place, in a retro dress. If I have any pics, I'd post it up too.

7.2.08 9:52 PM

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Please tag...

*pathetic whimper*

I feel no one reads my blog. Basically cos hardly anyone tags. Not even to say hi. :(

I feel like a pathetic dog now, begging for a belly rub. Or maybe I should just bring back that short term memory tagboard. At least people won't have to worry if they're doing it correctly. For me, it doesn't matter, at most we get multiple posts lor! Not like the comp will blow up in your face or a loud alarm will be triggered and all your neighbours will come to know that you were trying to tag but failed. :p

We'll have to see about that...

Yvonne gave me a pleasant surprise though! She told me never to shut down my blog, cos it's one of the few things that amuses her these days. *blushes*

At least I know someone's reading my silly rants and actually find it funny. Basically that gives me an excuse to RANT MORE!!!

But I'm even happier because I managed to cheer someone up even without knowing, without making a conscious effort to. I think the greatest happiness in life is doing nice things accidentally.

My sis told me not to die. 'Cos if I died, she'll lose her source of entertainment. "No one can make me laugh so hard like you do la."

I know it sounds like a compliment. But she said it after I made a complete fool of myself. :(

Simply put. I'm a joke.

And come to think of it, it is quite a compliment right? I mean clowns also need professional training to be clowns. I no need leh! I stand around and look stupid also people can laugh so hard at me! I should be proud of myself...

'Accidental clowns' let us all unite and make the world a happier place to live in with our silly antics!

Enough Sam. Please shut up, you're scaring people!

And yes, I already know I'm in love with myself...

5.2.08 11:44 PM

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5566, oily faces and hair

We should start with positive things always.

Went to 5566 autograph session 'cos sis is a BIG fan but too timid to go alone. She needs moral support or something. :p

I think she's so easily satisfied, satisfied to just catch a glimpse of her idol from afar. Siao right? She bought the CD, went all the way from Bedok to Bishan just to WATCH HIM FROM FAR?!
After some nagging and prodding from us, she finally plucked up the courage to line up and get the autograph. She didn't even attempt to snap pics la! She just stood there stupidly, tip-toeing occasionally to see Wang Renfu. When she saw him, she would give us this contented smile which made her look a bit idiotic. I regret not taking a pic of that spastic smile.

OK! PICS!

Ahh...where was I?

Oh yea, excuse the cam quality, I know my phone is a miserable 2 megapixel phone. As of now, I'm still a struggling, poor student. When I'm finally rich, I'll be sure to get a good camera to stuff the mouths of those who're laughing at my miserable, trusty lil nokia phone!

Oh wait, why should I bother with them? Siao leh!

Why should I waste so much money for this kinda of one-off events?

And I didn't take any pics of them singing 'cos when they were singing we were like really at the back and to take pics, I'd have to raise my phone high up. I was afraid that my armpits stank so I didn't want to take the risk to test my guess.

Ok, enough of nonsense now!

No, wait one more nonsense before I go.
I saw some really ugly people today. Disgustingly ugly. No, I don't mean that I'm some perfect beauty but these people were really horrendous! Ugly teeth and specs, oily hair and faces and some stink like hell. To make things worse they were screaming like shit and raising boards high up thus blocking my view of the stage.
I wanted to take a few pics of them but decided not to be so bad. Anyway, you guys can see such pics from newspapers.
I saw one of them, after the autograph session almost crying because she supposedly took the wrong CD. Who's fault? Anyway, what's the stupid difference? It's still a stupid autographed CD!
And she looked even worse with that shrivelled up, wanna-cry-don't-cry face.
PS: I'm not saying 5566 fans are all ugly because I saw some good looking ones there anyway. I'm writing because I thought that it was interesting to find so many girls who would allow themselves to look like that. The disturbing thing is their hygiene level, not the fact that they didn't know how to match clothes or buy pretty specs. Us girls pride ourselves on being the more hygienic species, please do not tarnish our reputation.
Don't even give me the excuse that they were lining up all morning and didn't have time to freshen up. Pimples do not develop overnight, neither do unruly eyebrows, hair could be tied up neatly if you can foresee that you'll perspire like mad, faces can be washed while your friend kept your place.
I know I sound like a bimbo or a hygiene freak. After 3 months of nursing men, I thought I could tolerate poor hygiene more but no such luck. I just became more obsessed with it. At least I don't walk around with perfume yet but I might, soon 'cos I keep worrying if I stink (refer to the part about stinky armpits above).

3.2.08 11:35 PM

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