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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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| How to revert back to old blogger template |
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| My lil goddaughter |
| 07/07/07 |
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| A senseless mess |
| Last class party pics |
| Rambling about stupid aunties |
| Last day of school pics |
| Last day of school pics |
| Tales of the SINGAPOREAN rojak |
| Killing cockroach with Sis I |
| Killing cockroach with Sis II |
| You know you're a Nurse when... |
| Thailand 2007 |
| Taiwan 2008 |
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The lazy and sick girl


I woke up at 12:40 pm today. Don't you all just envy me?

I seriously don't know how I can start work with this kind of lifestyle la. If I'm gonna keep the habit of waking up so late. Imagina la! 12:40 is just too bloody late for anything. If I'm on morning shift, that just means that I'd be asleep for 3/4 the shift. That means I might be giving people extra jabs or like jabbing things into their face thinking I'm holding a Botox jab or something. Anyway, most of my patients have faces that shout out, "GIVE ME BOTOX! I NEED IT!" So yea, I might actually listen to the wrinkles and forget that I'm not trained in giving Botox.

12:40 is not too late for afternoon shift though. But I'd probably have no time for my breakfast/lunch and should go hungry. A hungry Sam is an angry one. If half my patients disappear, it's prob because they pissed me off and I had them for lunch.

Night is just nice. But if I keep working nights, my skin will suffer and I WILL BE THE ONE NEEDING BOTOX!

I'm so good at crapping. I just wrote so many lines about nothing important.

I'm sick also. Sore throat/flu/sinusitis (I don't know which one) and a stomachache. A little VERY hormonal too. Then again, I seriously think I'm not done with puberty yet, since I'm always hormonal and am still too young to be menopausing. But I think some people just battle with hormonal imbalances everyday or just have a very bad temper and I'm probably one of them. I think I need to set up a support group of some sort for these people, esp for their significant other.

So at least if the significant other gets eaten up by the bad tempered partner, the support group people will realise it soon enough and call the police. If anything, at least we can save some bones for a burial/cremation/memorial service of some sort. Ya, that's a good idea.

By now I think some of you are flipping through yellow pages frantically finding for a counsellor for me. Heh, I also know I need a counsellor but I feel like whatever she's gonna say is going to irritate the shit out of me and I might just gobble her up. Do a good deed, save the life of a counsellor. :p

And I slipped and fell on my butt today. *blushes*

I always hated my butt, but in times like these I realise there are reasons why things are made the way they are. Butts are definitely good shock absorbers when you fall on them. So pile on the fats, it won't hurt so much when you fall on them.

Ok, you guys can stop controlling your laughter and laugh now.

PS: I was only kidding about the support group and counsellor thing. Like I always kid about being mad and all. I suppose that's what too much sleep/odd bedtime does to you. Makes you write rubbish for the fun of it.
6.3.08 5:47 PM
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