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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
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Pissed

Half the weekend I spent it angry. Starting Friday morning, my sis pulled some last minute shit on me and I yelled/nagged like one mad little woman. At last, she probably decided to help me preserve my sanity and decided to do it my way, i.e. follow original plan.

Ok, maybe 'cos she wanted to shut me up. I think it's the latter.

Then I had to go to SNB to get myself registered.

Couldn't find the building, asked a guard sitting at an infomation counter. He gave me some directions and when asked what colour's the building, he gave me some you-can't-see-the-building-from-here-nonsense. Ok fine, so I followed his stupid instructions. Found some rundown white building after walking in the hot afternoon sun for like 10 mins or so.

You tell me la! Singapore nursing board will hide in such a rundown building or not?! I don't even need half a brain to realise he just gave me the wrong directions. So I walked another 10 mins or so into SGH's main building.

By the time I saw the 2nd security guard, I was sweating like a pig, angry like a bull. But still, I decided to be nice and ask this innocent 2nd guard NICELY. Thankfully, she's a bit smarter and a little more ready to admit she's not too sure. Anyhow, she told me it's somewhere near block 5 and was quick to add that there are people at block 5 to ask if I'm still not sure.

Ok, anyway I found the place and managed to get myself registered, else I'd go back and bite the first guard to death.

Thing that pisses me off is not that he doesn't know the place.

1) Don't know, wanna act smart.
2) Act smart already never mind, made me walk 20 mins in the hot afternoon sun. At least send me in the wrong direction but make me walk in the shade I won't be so mad la!

Then my dinner mates cancelled on me, ALL of them. All of them, with less than an hour's notice. Oh, and one double pissed me off. Because I had to hear from the other dinner mate that she had her dinner and won't be coming. At least have the decency to forward a 'sorry I won't be joining all of you for dinner' message to all the relavent parties! But I was already too pissed to scream at them.

But one, (God bless his soul!) was nice/considerate/concerned enough to call again to ask if I needed company. But since I was halfway through the meal, I politely declined. At least, I tried to not yell and talk nicely! You probably won't be reading, but thanks. I appreciate the gesture.

YMM was fun and I went home slightly appeased.

The next day, I suppose mum was being hormonal. Basically whatever I did that day was irksome to her. I just got yelled at again and again. And yes I forgot to bring that stupid black bag for you but the bottom line is, I was the one that walked back, in the hot sun to get it, not you. So I can't really understand why she was so mad, as if I made her pay for my mistake.

Went for youth mass and was slightly appeased again. But came home and got pissed off again.

Came home and my mum went "We have something to discuss with you." Oh, discuss is a nice word to use, let's hear what you have to say shall we?

Turns out, she wants me to sell my old phone, which I'm using as a backup phone. Her logic? What's the point of keeping an old phone when I've got one at the moment to use. I might as well sell it for like $30 or so.

1) I refused to let go because I wanna keep it for backup.
2) The thought of some bangala using my old phone disgusts me. (kidding)
3) I've yet to figure out a way to send all the pics in the old phone to the new one. No blue tooth, infra red cock up. Of course I can MMS but think of how much money it's gonna cost huh?
4) She accused me of hiding the battery so she can't sell the phone for me. (Because a long time ago she wanted to sell it and I objected violently. )Then ordered me to hand over the battery or she's gonna confiscate my present phone. Then I'd probably be the oldest bird in the world to have her phone confiscated. That pissed me off even more because I hate being threatened. If I was gonna give in, she probably spoiled her chances by threatening me. Yes, you asked me nicely. And if I wanted to take up your suggestion, I would have done it, because I like giving in when being asked nicely!

Seriously, hide the battery?! Do I look that dumb? If I wanted to stop the sale of the phones, I might as well swop the batteries and spoil the phone la! I'd do even more damage that way! Muahahaha!

5) She used the word 'discuss' when she meant 'order.' There was no room for discussion, she presented her views and I have to accept. There was no other way, it's for my own good.

6) Apparently, I was supposed to get some 3.2 megapixel phone in exchange for the old phone. But since I refused to sell the stupid phone, it goes to my sister. *shrugs*

Anyway, who told you to presume I like the phone? I don't know how much Sony ericsson paid them to get me to like their stupid brand. For I hate that stupid brand because it's so unfriendly. And why will I accept an idea I'm so against for something I hate?

7) She made it sound like the old phone is worth 300 million dollars or something. Is it too much? To keep ONE miserable old phone in my cupboard just in case I need it? I'm not my sister who changes her phone like every six months or so. I hate changing phones and computers, it stresses me up like nothing. I hate it because it's very important that I transfer most of the information from the old to the new. I'm very unsettled when I can't transfer all the info over. Yea, I love the excitement of having a new item but I'm perturbed when I lose memories because of the new item. It disturbs me because I don't know if I should be happy and excited because I've got something new or unsettled over lost memories. So I'd rather lose out on the $30 sale and keep my phone until I can figure out how to transfer pics cheaply.

She yelled, I yelled. I swear, I am gonna buy my next phone with my hard earned money so she can't use the but-I-bought-this-phone-for-you shit on me. Oh, maybe she can use the but-you're-storing-the-phone-in-my-house shit on me.

I could probably go on because there's so much more anger within. I can't really explain how it's like fully. There are so many reasons overlapping each other, each causing a bigger wave of rage. She doesn't really understand and I don't think she really cares.

Heh, I bet you. Even if she were to read this she's gonna think I'm bullshitting. She won't understand the logic behind my protest.

The biggest mistake parents make is making decisions thinking they know best. Thinking their soon to be 20 year old child is still a 2 year old. Thinking their child's logic won't change through the years. Thinking what they knew for a fact is still a fact decades down the road. We're human being, not science theories! So they pretend to listen, but they're listening with a mindset and whatever we say that doesn't fit into their mould is conveniently filtered out. Then the child will never get her point across and starting throwing a fit and they wonder why their child is so rude.

31.3.08 12:03 AM

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