My name is Grace. I love to think myself to be amazing so that people would call me “Amazing Grace”.
I was born and bred in Sandakan, Sabah, The Land Below the Wind. People often mistake us to live on trees but we don’t and we get pretty offended when getting remarks as such.
I am a Chinese. Teo Chiew descendant. 25 years and 6 months old.
Attached but appears to be leading a single life.
I am currently residing in Kuala Lumpur. I came to this big city for further studies right after Form 5. I was previously working in a field which is totally out from what I’ve studied. It happens, doesn’t it? I worked in a Call Centre of a shipping line. Not exactly the kind of job I envisioned myself to be in but people say not to be too choosy especially on your first job so that’s why I was there, even though I always question myself on why I’m there.
For work, I answer incoming calls from various kinds of people, some with rather interesting characters – you either love them or have them drive you nuts. You get screwed once in a while by customers whether or not it is your mistake or problem. It’s just natural when you are part of a front line soldier. It is not easy talking to people. That’s why there are times that you got to take it as rock music. Sometimes I like my job, sometimes I don’t.
My short-lived 2nd job as System Support in a healthcare company was a nightmare for me. So much so that I thought it’s worse than my 1st job. I quit after a month. In fact, I wanted to quit after a week but I talked myself into giving myself some more time to get adapted. However, the people and the working environment were too miserable for me to stay on. And I was glad I quit. Life is too short to be doing something you hate.
I’m rather at ease with my current job despite the 76 kilometre-drive everyday. Met with two accidents after taking up this job but I’m still alive so don’t worry. A Web Content Developer, that’s what I am. No programming involved. Keyword here is “Content”.
I fly back to my hometown once a year during Chinese New Year with my duck. She’s a plush toy and her name is Ducky. Mummy says I never grow up since I’m always hugging my duck to sleep everynight but I don’t really care because you should do the things you love and this is one of them. At times, she studies and watches TV with me too. Unfortunately, I can’t bring her to work because it’ll freak out my boss.
Favourite hangout place would be the bookstore, music store, cinema, cafes, that-park-near-my-house-which-has-monkeys, swimming pool, pasar malam and above all my house! Exceptionally happy when buying herself a cup of Iced Chocolate (Happier if someone buys her one!), having read a good book, writing her soul out, getting a snail mail, when she flies home and drinking a bowl of hot soup.
Her dream destination is Tibet.
Prefers listening than talking. Appears calm but always panicking inside.
Suffers from zit. Puffy eyed. Walks like a penguin. Blushes too easily.
Very shy. Only loud when she writes.
That’s me.
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