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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

If you wanna be linked, just tag ok?

Favourite posts


| How to revert back to old blogger template |
| Glitz and glamour |
| My lil goddaughter |
| 07/07/07 |
| Universe's theory |
| 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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It's my last night and I should be sleeping blissfully by now. Something happened and now I'm VERY FUCKING ALERT AND TOO FUCKING PISSED TO SLEEP.

I know she meant well. I know she has her plus points and I really respect her. How she manages to piss me off beyond a tolerable and reasonable level never ceases to amaze me.

Look, I know I get ruffled easily. I know I've got a bad temper and can be as stubborn as a mule. But really, in terms of stubborness, she wins hands down. No questions.

Back to me getting ruffled easily. People piss me off, day in, day out with their silly antics, nothing new there. But my anger's always kept at a reasonable and tolerable level. I may scream or rant away but I won't feel like gobbling the person up so that he/she would just disappear and stop talking.

With her, she's able to dig out that kind of response from the depths of my soul--just by being her.

I just don't get it la. She can make me so angry...

1) I don't feel like arguing with her. Arguing with her is like arguing with someone from another planet. Both parties liak bo kiu (catch no ball).

2) I feel like throwing myself against the wall and killing myself to get some peace.

I'm not saying I'm entirely blameless here. And the good thing about her is how she's so committed, tries her best, never slipshod on purpose. And she could have just shut up but she didn't and taught me a damn good lesson.

I recognise that I'm at fault (at least to some extent) here. But her solution to rectifying the whole mistake is so amazing it really left me dumbfounded.

The experience also left me very, very cold and numb. If anything, I should thank her for knocking some sense in me.

I guess, with this, it's high time I fling out any naive trust I had when I first stepped in.

A child trusts unconditionally. It's with life's trials, experience with betrayals that he/she finally learns to approach with caution, to trust conditionally.

And really, I think it's high time this child learns to trust like an adult.

Lastly, I don't get why nurses make life so difficult for each other. Why isn't there some kind of uneseen sisterhood? What joy do people get from stepping on other people or cocking up so someone else has to pick up shit after you?
2.9.08 8:53 AM
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