♥ Queen of all Grumpy Old Farts ♥

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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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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