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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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An organisation is just one bunch of incompetent fools put together. If you're smart enough, you'll find that SOPs( standard operating procedures) are just there to make things foolproof.

But you know what they say about fools being able to beat any system? ANY SYSTEM!

We cannot stop them, fools are everywhere.

And sometimes, these SOPs, protocols and whatever shit gets in the way.

All for what? If we can't get rid of fools anyway, why punish ourselves with these SOPs and whatnot?

People nagged at me in the past, I don't know what possessed me to join a profession who're like professional naggers.

I'm sorry if this post is not remotely funny. kthxbye.

29.10.08 9:45 PM

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I swear if I can kill her with my bare hands I would.

If I can kill her using her shit stained hands, I would.

This stupid old lady is screaming every 30 seconds or so, throwing tantrums and making it seem as if we're abusing her. I'm not exaggerating, she can't keep her fucking mouth shut for more than 30 seconds.

What she shits, she plays with it. And the poor cleaner is almost half dead from all the cleaning.

The best part is, this joker can even smell her shit stained hands and tell me it's smelly. Well, tell me when your shit doesn't stink, lady.

Look, I know it's because she's not well. But you try facing this lady 8 hours a day, with her screaming every 30 seconds, playing with shit, walking around unsteadily. Try chasing after her, trying to meet her demands within 5 seconds else she'll scream her lungs out.

I'm surprised I still haven't lost my mind yet.

Even more surprised I haven't given up on this psy thing yet.

Update 7/11/08: This poor old lady is now really quiet and sleepy the whole day, a far cry from her usual self. I think she's ill. I never thought I'd say this but maybe, it's still better for her to scream and shout the whole day.

26.10.08 5:43 PM

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I sometimes get so sick and tired of people who're so amused with me like I'm some monkey.

Just because I'm a nurse with some 1 day off a week, machiam fillipino maid does not make me an exhibit in the stupid zoo alright?

I've got half a mind to tell them I'm a dishwasher in a coffeeshop, just so they won't force me to tell them stories.

I know they're interested, but sometimes it gets on my nerves when
1) I'm not in the mood
2) they won't get the joke anyway.

I sometimes feel an obligation to entertain people, just like a clown in the circus.

I also feel an obligation to bite my tongue a little when insulting people.

And I tend to over-analyse.

But on a brighter note, I'm a happier child these days. :D

24.10.08 2:39 PM

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Deluded beyond cure part 2

there...I am mad, I don't know how some people stand me!

23.10.08 5:26 PM

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17th oct 2008

I'm a happy lil girl. I never thought it was possible. My whole life is probably an accident, the best things happen accidentally.

Accidents are not always bad. :D

17.10.08 11:59 PM

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Finally, finally! I just flew solo for nights. i.e. did my night as the only in charge and no supervision from anyone.

Pretty scary, if you ask me. The whole time I worry if I'm gonna screw up, kill someone or someone might run away for their own safety.

Wasn't too bad, all 22 patients handed over to me survived.

My first night went relatively smoothly with everyone sleeping and behaving themselves. No admissions. I thought, good start.

Second night was terrible, with admissions, 1 or 2 wayangs going on.

Third night, which was last night, so so I guess.

Oh, and today, is the official day I turn 6 months as staff nurse. Woohoo!

These 6 months have been really eventful. If I had to choose again, I would probably still walk the same path, in a wiser manner.

14.10.08 8:07 PM

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I'm deluded beyond cure

I was attempting an art piece kinda of pic in this shot. I had high hopes la...
*snickers*

Same shot more effects. I somehow like this better

This one is a bit more normal and less deluded right? But it's taken in the toilet. Enough said.

11.10.08 1:09 AM

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I am telling you, this uniform of mine is saving so many lives.

Incident 1:

Today, a confused lil old man had the nerve to call me ugly. I've lived for 20 years and 5 months exactly and no one had the guts and the audacity to call me ugly. The nerve of him to say such things.

And from the time I've met him, he's been verbally abusive towards everyone and spitting at us as if we were born to be spat on. And his more sensible family members looked on as he spat, insulted and spewed vulgartities at us without even looking remotely apologetic.

And all this while, he would call out for help, we'd attend to him only to have him spew more vulgarities at us.

If not for this uniform, this old guy would have met his Maker by now.

Incident 2
Today, I boarded the bus and I nearly died. I boarded a bus filled to the brim with sweaty, smelly and noisy primary school kids. Sweaty and smelly I can forgive them, noisy some more, I seriously felt like shouting at them.

Like why don't parents discipline their kids? WHy do they allow their kids to make a public nuisance of themselves? I don't even remember being half as noisy when I was their age!

And this bloody idiot boy, he smacked my head with his schoolbag. His big, heavy and dragged- across-the-classrooom-floor school bag.

Ok, that he didn't do on purpose. Even if I sustained a concussion and died there and then he'd at most be charged with manslaughter.

But that little idiot was playing with his friends, talking and laughing loudly and also happily stepping on my shoes.

"Very shiok hor? My shoe very nice to step right?"

Stupid little twit.

And for heaven's sake! Girls going through puberty should just get training bras la. Where is their sense of decency and shame? How can their mothers allow them to walk in public with their budding breasts peaking through their PE T shirts or school blouses?

I really shudder to imagine what will happen when their armpit hair grows. Are they going to allow it to grow freely, just as they exposed their lovely, budding breasts?

I really need sleep. Else I'd go on and on about more stuff.

6.10.08 11:52 PM

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