♥ Queen of all Grumpy Old Farts ♥

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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the irony of it all

Can someone tell me why are there suddenly so many Christians around when it's Christmas but so little of them around when it's Good Friday?

How come those people jumping at some Christmas service don't stand up during Good friday to be counted?

How come you can bring non-Christians to a Christmas party/service but not for Good friday service? I don't mean cannot, just that it's harder, at least for me.

The ironic thing is, without Good friday, without Easter, Christianity is rubbish.

How come when you need people to laugh with, to joke with and to party with you can come up with a long list of friends but when you need people to cry with, only a few names come up? How come you'd wonder if these friends will mind, if they'll run off if they see you crumbling under weight you can hardly bear? Would they understand your gibberish?

She's strong, she looks like she knows what's going on. She'll cope, don't worry. I know, I know, somehow things will work out. It's always the case, everything will be ok.

As much as I want a cheerleading squad beside me to cheer me on, I'm used to depending on very few people for emotional support. These few seem to be born with a very valuable gift--the ability to understand me when words fail me. They put my waves of thought into words which I can then share with my other lovely friends.

22.3.08 10:42 PM

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