tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61879052011-12-19T16:00:23.864+08:00grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-77866171779735506962010-11-18T21:13:00.002+08:002010-12-03T20:18:07.905+08:00

...are baked goods. i don't know why but I just really, really do.these are super awesome cool though. I'm almost 29 and I have one more year before its really unsettling for a 30-year-old to be going 'haiya' with her cookies and decaf flat white.ninjabread men cookie cutters will make awesome holiday treats - technabob

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No, I will not be posting 50,000 words here on this blog.But I am publicly announcing my intention to complete this endeavor as to cross it off my bucket list.Thank you for your indulgence.

grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-28723765719119040202009-08-10T12:05:00.002+08:002009-08-10T12:13:18.430+08:00

I *wanted* a billboard! I wanted a billboard looong before you even had Ivan! And my buses! My awesome tastefully done buses! Fecking NAG- what do you even know about advertising? Your buntings have no information hierarchy whatsoever and they suck. urgh- i am such a sore loser.at least i had a train before any of you did. except MAS, of course, but they don't count.DAMMIT!

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i want to put this down for posterity.today is the day i finally learn that is stupidly easy to make a lot of money very quickly but it takes hard bloody work and a good team.i'm always so encouraging (mostly) towards everyone's success, good fortune and brainwaves and it feels good to have someone being so positive about my own ideas. i really appreciate having people more driven than myself

grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-40963943538709853332009-01-30T02:59:00.003+08:002009-01-30T03:07:48.119+08:00

An Ethereal Day To Floatby Grac, courtesy of the Drabble-maticKieran stepped easily out into the classy sunshine, and admired Anna's shoulder. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a mysterious sight."Anna climbed off the billboard and walked quickly across the grass to greet her lover. Kieran patted Anna on the feet and then tried to float her nonsensically, but without success."That's all right," Anna said.

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growing up (not old, mind you) sucks.i never thought i could be made any more cynical than i already was, pre-current-job, but there you go.here is a list of the things I know nothing about: house loans, overdrafts, debts, EPF beneficiaries, wills, burying people (twice), legal stuff, bills, MRTA, estates, auctions, developer prices etc. you would think that after two years, i would know- but

grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-44086408896554290082008-12-27T00:07:00.004+08:002008-12-27T00:35:14.488+08:00

...and I'm back in Singapore. For a visit, of course.I've been bitten by the writing bug again, lately and needed to move past my block.There.

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"Ergonomical Ku-Cheh Grac with Scooped Head Rest"Am now in Singapore visiting my brother, sister-in-law and their spanking new addition to the family. I'm biased, but she is quite cute. Big plus, she doesn't actually cry- but if she does, its this soft faint whimper. Besides, crying can be solved by one of two things plugging her mouth with milk or singing to her. No, she rarely cries when her

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"Fresh outta th' oven... okay, ew." I'm an aunt! Well, I'm an aunt to a niece actually related to me by blood! Nice to know I can always get that kidney or bone marrow should I need it.My bro, sis-in-law and baby RachelleMight be going down to SG this week or so to visit them, so will bring more pics to show. Blogger beta rocks. Not feeling exceptionally prolific today (or the past year or so),

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A short excerpt from the cutting room floor of my latest, desperate grab at straws to produce a proper story. Bear with me.As far back as I can remember, my best friend has always been- intense, shall we say? She has the tenacity of the pit bull, , the unconditional love of the Jack Russell terrier and personifies unwavering loyalty like a border collie. Yes, she is a bitch and I don’t care who

grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-1140777408180587702006-02-24T18:24:00.000+08:002006-02-25T00:32:05.703+08:00

"What th' heck is a Frankie?" I asked one day after being called that for the Nth time by one Mr Francis Lee. Apparently, I have a standard photographic pose much like Lyd's 'The Angle'. Thus, the Frankie Files were created to document this peculiar phenomenon.Nobody really knows where or when the Frankie came into being, but because I'm feeling generous and nostalgic, you get to see (for a

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"Little did they know that one day, young Grac would be a Marlboro Reds girl instead. Oh, the irony!"Who the hell was th' photographer? Had he/she no concept of composition? Why the hell am I wearing that dress? And what's with the fur on my head? Was I drugged as a child? I have no recollection of my childhood- maybe it was all that booze and cigarettes.' Coming up next : The Drugs, Sex, Rock

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Will refuse to write til holiday nonsense goes away. Am lazy. Brain as dry as shallow well in Djibouti. Quit bugging me. Eve and Cerridwen can sell pirated DVDs and Darcy can join International Red Cross for all I care.In th' meantime, DO ME! (Anyone who gets 100... well, that means you gotta stop hanging out with me so much. Geez- have you no other friends?)

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Bah humbug. Have I ever told you I dislike celebrations of any sort? I'm going to bury my head in the sand and hibernate til it all goes away. Won't be writing unless anything particularly blogworthy creeps up on me. Otherwise, its holiday family stress and a happy new year! Hoho.By the way, did you know Jesus was born in September in the year 4 B.C. or 5 B.C.?"Say, Jesus- when were you born?""Oh

grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-1133783571563920102005-12-05T19:21:00.000+08:002005-12-05T19:52:52.020+08:00

Obviously, I missed the nationwide memo that said to sleep in this morning since it was such a great day to snuggle in, lulled by the gentle sound of rainfall. But no, I had to go to work and make phone calls to everyone else who didn’t. This new Risk Communication program I’m working on is great- anyone wanna buy a workshop?Communications people are so hard to get. I dunno why they’re never

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Warning / Disclaimer : Episode 7 of Lessons. Sap/Kleenex Alert. I am not responsible if you feel squicked after reading this post. You probably asked for it. Hah. Serves you right.“Everything’s gonna be alright.”There was a birthday party in my house. I am not very fond of having birthday parties and I’m none-too-crazy about birthdays either. Think about it- what are you *really* celebrating? The

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“Chocolate Milk and Whales In Ice”Every week I’m on CHAMPS duty is a Miracle Sunday for me. This Sunday was no exception. Thank God for my CHAMPS team- I couldn’t have asked for a better team (okay, so I could. But the fact that they were assigned to me makes it more the more miraculous). Granted, Andrew was missing and I forgot to remind Su Ann to come- but I had super-dependable Wan Ling and

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It had been a half hour since Mike donned on his full-face motorcycle helmet. The clear plastic visor had long since fogged up and I watched uneasily as he mimed being underwater. He was Neil Armstrong for the first 10 minutes before lapsing into a French accent whilst quietly exploring ‘ze reech depths of ze ocean’.“Mike, you okay?”“Oui.”That’s it. “You’re taking that off now.” I reach for the

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Since I fudge your birthday every yearIt's November or August, I cannot be sure"Well, who gives a piss?When the actual day is?"It's just merely a markerOf when you popped out of your mom's vagin- er...(Body, I meant to say body)Getting the month wrong isn't that badIt might even start being a fadWe'll celebrate twice!Now isn't that nice?Two special days, without any teasingAbout your height or

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Lesson Six : Carpe Diem! Or “Poke it! Poke it, poke it now!!”(Disclaimer : The following ‘Lessons’ segment is not in anyway naughty despite its suggestive title.)“How do you know you won’t like it until you’ve tried it?”(Author’s note : Again, its not naughty. Read on.)I’ve never been very adventuresome. A a matter of fact, the sole reason why I am sometimes known to have ‘spur of the moment’

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My first week at a new job and I've already worn more skirts than I have in the past two years. I dress so girly now that I freak myself out. Break out the hose, slinky cardigan and sleek office wear. Add some bling from ears to fingers, slap on the makeup, put up my hair, spritz on some expensive perfume and I'm good to go in my hot-to-trot strappy heels. Perhaps I should be more freaked by the

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Idle chatter about politics can turn into a full-blown ugly debate. And people wonder why I’m not the most patriotic of citizens. I don’t participate in National Day celebrations and the only way I can even remember the year of our Independence is by singing “Tanggal tiga puluh satu, bulan lapan, lima puluh tujuh…” (really singing with arm-pumping gusto). I don’t exactly know how many states we

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I almost always remember my dreams. It depends if I was industrious enough (or had enough time) to write 'em down or not. It also depends on whether I woke up to the gentle buzz-sawing of my alarm clock or my mother shouted to wake me. If I have enough time and compunction, I'll just start writing it down. If not, I lie motionless and retrace my dream until I got all the details in my head before

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I have a dog named Pepper. It is a brown toy poodle. It is very special. Pepper knows nifty tricks like how to hold in your pee until you're let out of the bathroom so you can pee in places that are difficult to clean. She is honing that skill now by peeing a little bit on the paper in the bathroom to con people into letting her out so that she can go pee in places that are difficult to clean.

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Tips and Tools For Shrinking Your Best Friend.By Dr. Grac “Doc” Chang; MD, PhD, MBBS, PESS, DKNY, FYI, ETC.Tool One : The Obligatory QuestionEveryone has one. When I talk to someone, I always ask them their Obligatory Question. Sometimes it’s the same question for a few people; but everyone is special, so they have their own unique question. Obligatory Questions range from “Had dinner yet?” for

grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-1117562495756176012005-06-01T01:54:00.000+08:002005-06-01T02:15:03.146+08:00

Huh. Here's another thing I didn't know about meself.Your #1 Match: INFPThe IdealistYou are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help

grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-1115477928159908492005-05-07T22:08:00.000+08:002005-05-07T22:58:48.276+08:00

(I know I copped out on posting properly with my last one, but I seriously have nothing noteworthy to blog about.)Half-Blood Prince, (which we're not supposed to be reading. btw *snorts*) is coming out on July 16th. Frankly, I kinda lost interest in the canon ever since the end of GOF. I didn't even read OOTP til last year and that was in txt format. No, I didn't cry when Sirius died, I wasn't

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As per Lydia's request, and the fact that the code to live by is 'ask and you shall recieve...' I will 'upday' with this since there is nothing noteworthy to blog about:You Are 22 Years Old 22 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your

grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-1113480158104010202005-04-14T18:58:00.000+08:002005-04-14T20:02:38.103+08:00

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Isn't it weird how tragedies become more blogworthy than good stuff? Like how I never mentioned getting a mini iPod for my birthday? Or that I even had a birthday party in the first place? Well, its just as well since I am now an ex-owner of a pink mini iPod I secretly called Hamster.Spent an unfruitful day with my mom today- going to many places but not getting much done. The last stop of the

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(Everyone else copped out of writing by posting a massive amount of pictures, which I can't even load up.)Well, I got no pictures of my own to show, but I got lots of random stuff captured up in my head. Here goes:~ being constantly hungry because of the cold air, and subsequently eating the most disgusting amount of fried fatty foods because there simply was nothing else.~ we really should have

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Friday Evening : "We're lost, man!"Sungai Wang with ASSilem while she whined constantly about two things. The amount of ah-lians there and how Soul Plane sucked. Okay, its Sungai Wang. Duh. (Sorry, Ange). And she complained about Soul Plane as many times as there are DVD shops in Sungai Wang. It was half-amusing seeing how she'd walk into a new area of the complex, look around bewilderedly by

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Late Night Double Feature Special! (Two brand new entries courtesy of MIA guilt) Lesson Four: Mind Reading 101 or “That cheating b*tch!” I’m busy, but yet the universe conspires against me by having Red call me at yet another odd hour asking me if I’m free. No, dude- I’m not, but I love you too much to say so. She asks only if it’s a long call and she needs someone to talk her out of a problem.

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Lesson Three: Respecting Differences or “Manga Is NOT Crap!!” “Hey! I found this way cool comic. It’s called ‘Strangers In Paradise’.” I enthuse, sticking an issue of it into Red’s face. She frowns and picks it up, “’S black an’ white.” “Yeah, isn’t it cool?” “Whatzit about?” “Uh…” You really can’t tell people what SIP is about. You’ve gotta read it to love it. “If ye can’t tell me about it in

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Lesson Two: The Great Debate- Star Trek or Star Wars? Or “NO! Mine Is Better, You Jerk!!” (Another segment courtesy of Antfood) We don’t get into fights over this, but things can get rather heated at times. Maybe it’s a good thing we only debate about this over th’ phone because I’d phaser her dead otherwise. LOL- imagine this:- “Star Wars is better.” Waves hand in Jedi mind control motion. “No,

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Lesson One: Companiable Silence or “Shut Up. I’m Trying To Watch The Show” (A rerun. Brought to you courtesy of Antfood) We’re watching yet another thrilling X-Files Season Two rerun about Mulder and Scully getting abducted/ kidnapped/ contacted by aliens/ caught in a bright paranormal light or generally yelling each others names into the night. Yes- I’m talking about th’ overused,

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Had my picture taken today, horrible as usual. This kinda makes me wonder... why aren't we satisfied with ourselves? Ever played 'Anywhere But Here'? Or 'Anything But This'? Someone once asked me what I wanted to be, y'know... if I weren't myself. The obvious answer is "Rambutan tree"- any fool can see that. But she glared menacingly, so I entertained her with images of cerulean green eyes, long

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A segment of “Grace, Get A Life”; proudly brought to you by Grac's Coffee High. This comes with a nerd alert; batteries not included. Music In My Head My entire life is musically scored. When I walk, my tempo depends solely on th’ song in my head an’ th’ type of percussions. Big band jazz seems to be a big favorite- I love to swing. Following closely is my ‘don’t-mess-with-me’ heavy metal /

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I kept glancing at my watch today. Four more hours til' quitting time... two more... and when it was quitting time, I couldn't leave cause I had things to do. Left an hour after six. Humph. Am now sitting in a smoky, dodgy cybercafe writing this on a Hyundai keyboard with sticky 'A' key. This guy who owns it must really love Coldplay. I've been frequenting this place for more than 10 times and

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The Difference Between A 'Date', 'Dating' And 'Relationship'. (Brought to you by Grac's compulsive need to label and simplify everything. Also co-sponsored by Grac's need to assuage her guilt for being blur and obtuse) I'm seriously reconsidering celibacy for life. Who needs a mate? Society's need to see every aging woman to a man is too conformist for me. Plus, hypothetically, I'd get scared

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Yay! Holidays are coming up. Going to camp... which Ange is not going to. (gruk glares sullenly at the general direction of TARC) I'm pretty psyched tho'. Seems like a good way to escape for a while... I've been wanting that since last year. Holidays are coming up and the stress is increasing. I don't really see why people love th' hols so much. I tolerate it, though I can't say I like the

grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-1071466776936117982003-12-15T13:26:00.000+08:002003-12-15T13:39:50.093+08:00

eurgh. monday blues... for some reason, th' weekend didn't seem complete. hmm. got into my 'new job' today. its th' old one, but they've 'upgraded' me from SuperTemp!Grac to Receptionist/Telemarketer/SCC Supervisor/Data Entry Dude!Grac. Basically the same thing I've been doing the past six months except now I'm doing receptionist duties as well. I don't get paid enough. it's blah, but its a job.

grachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07084170955482529626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187905.post-1071024682362316912003-12-10T10:49:00.000+08:002003-12-10T10:51:34.033+08:00

this is for ange who thinks i don't already have a blog yes nee, i'm humouring you. but there's no way in living heck i'd tell you where the other one is... although amongst all our mutual friends, you'd be the only one who would be able to find out. and rox, but she'd be too lazy to go search. so... first blog. very important to set tone for entire weblog- not. me is too darned lazy to even

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