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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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Victoria

I never thought it'll hurt so much, when I thought she died.

On this same blog, I wished I could strangle her to death with my bare hands, I wished I could kill her with those shit stained hands. And now I'd hold those hands daily, I'd stroke her cheek, I'd irritate her half to death so that I'd get at least half of her back. Bad tempered but nonetheless fiesty self back.

I came into psy med thinking I don't have to face that many deaths. Well, that's quite true. But who would have guessed that when one psy patient dies or deteriorates, it'll hurt much more than when a medical patient deteriorates. Not to say medical patients are less of a human being but sometimes, our patients become family.

She came in, one patient from hell. Fiesty, loud and basically really irritating. She screamed, dug shit and made a nuisance of herself. Everyone was living on the brink of insanity with her non-stop shouting.

And now, this poor dear is sedated, sleeping most of the day, at our mercy for her every need.

Just what the hell have we done to her?

Have we done more harm than good even though our intention was to help?

How many lives have we destroyed but thought we helped?

Ok enough of this depressing shit.

Today, while trying to flag a cab down, this twit had the nerve to just walk right in front of me, like one metre in front of me to try snatch my cab. Stupid bastard, I really wished the engine malfunctions, heats the seats up and burns his arse and balls.

Thankfully, the cab he got was going to Pasir Ris for change of shift. And I got the cab which was rightfully mine.

While on my way to the canteen this crazy woman nearly crushed me with the lift door and it took a while for her to realise that I'm actually hurting. For a few seconds she just looked at me blankly, like what the hell was I trying to do, rubbing my elbows.

What did she think I was trying to do huh? Turn myself on by rubbing my elbows?! Stupid twit.

A rather interesting day. Enough said.

10.11.08 4:33 PM

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