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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

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The way I dislike someone sickens me.

As I typed the above sentence, there was this loud thunder that scared the shit out of me and I forgot what I was gonna to say. My sister woke up in fright, from her afternoon nap and went,

"Wah lao, so loud for what?"

Frankly, haven't heard of thunder that sounds like a kitten mewing yet.

Oh ya, I think I remembered.

Looking back, when I dislike someone, I almost dislike them forever. I don't remember a time when I disliked someone at first then grew to like them. This 'dislike' is the, I-just-don't-like-your-face kinda of dislike. You don't have to do anything to earn this kind of dislike.

The other kind of dislike, however is easier to undo. The dislike where I don't like you for something you've done. That's easier to undo 'cos people change and once that person changes, I just like them!

I have no idea why I can just not like someone's face forever. I am also not sure if they showed their dislike first or was it me.

One good way of liking such disgusting people is probably by liking them for the sake of your poor friend who'll be sandwitched in between if you decide to dig out her eyes and/or skin her alive if you ever see her again. Think about that poor friend la! How they'll be so sad if their friend died and maybe... (never mind I forgot.)

I know I did it before. To like someone for the sake of another person. It wasn't too hard, really. And soon, you'll forget why you disliked them so much. You won't become besties, but you can at least have a decent conversation with them, and maybe even crack a joke or two.

I may wanna do it again. Of course, not without ensuring at least one ambulance is on standby in the vicinity. And please, do not try this at home. Hahahahaha if I ever try, I'll let all of you know k?

And before I go, I should analyse the common traits of the 2 people I mentioned...

1) Protestants. Is that a mere coincidence? Because no one introduces a friend to you and goes, 'this is so and so, she's Protestant.' It was almost as if I could sniff them out la!

2) The ability to take things literally, TOO literally. An example of this would be...
In sec sch, we had this quote, "Nobody is perfect. I am nobody." on our blackboard for our quote of the day. A certain teacher came in and gave us a pep talk before her lesson. Her pep talk went something like, "Girls, all of you are not nobodys. You're an intelligent and motivated class. And I know you all are very stressed out by the coming O levels......And even if nobody loves you, God loves you and I will always care for you, pray for you."

We tried la, to explain the quote to her. I think she still didn't get it in the end.

I think these people don't appreciate sarcasm very much. Seriously la, don't take life too seriously! If everyone who claims they're crazy are really crazy, IMH staff would be extinct by now. Worked to death. The last I checked, they're on the brink of it, but NOT YET. So don't believe everything you hear, because there are crazy people around who love talking rubbish.

3) They love interferring with what I do or how I treat my friends, even on my territory. I'm quite a territorial person, my friends know it. And if you think I can be a better friend, tell my friend to talk to me about it. Teach them how to but don't come and poke your nose into our friendship. I am their friend, not yours. You are their friend, not mine, you don't have to worry about me ill treating you.

YOU DO NOT TELL ME ABOUT MY RELIGION IF YOU DON'T BELONG TO IT! YOU DO NOT TELL ME HOW TO BEHAVE IN A CATHOLIC CHURCH IF YOU'RE NOT CATHOLIC. LASTLY, YOU DO NOT TELL ME HOW YOU SHOULD BEHAVE IN A CATHOLIC CHURCH BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT CATHOLIC. DAMN IT!

Yes, I have discussions with my friends where by they ask me about my religion and ask about theirs. They tell me what they've heard and ask if it's true etc...

That is ok, but you don't tell me that something I've believed in all my life is wrong, as if God Almighty came down and whispered in your ear or something! I can choose what I wanna believe, save me the holier-than-thou preeching.

And when the Catholics tell you that you can't receive the Eucharist, just humour us and not receive it, don't come and tell us it's the same. We say it's not the same, so it is not the same! Next time when we go to your church, you can do that to us and we'll humour you too.

Because I know how it hurts to be told that something you've believed in all your life is not exactly true. So save us the trouble, humour us and just not receive it. Then later sneak into another Catholic church to receive it behind our backs to save your bruised ego. :p

19.3.08 2:31 PM

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