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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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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).


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