Here's a brief:

My dayjob is a broadcast journalist, but my full time job remains trying to live on my own terms and identifying these terms.  I used to read manically to escape the concrete city into alternate realities, where self-sufficiency prevails and competence is absolute, but busyness at work has toned down my enthusiasm a notch, though it still brews inside of me waiting to pounce at any unassuming moment. 

When not busy reading working I stress myself up over uni application and wonder about the irony of still having wanting to go to college even after landing a job. 

I caught the American Dream plague from too many reruns of Sex and the City and it has taken over being a world-famous face AND owning a chocolate/book store as LIFE GOAL now.

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My name is Grace Liew, and I live in a semi-suburb in Petaling Jaya, Malaysia, with unfriendly neighbours and am guilty of being one myself.  To define myself accurately with words would be to walk on Mars without a spacesuit - because words have limits; I don't.  Everything here will be bare attempts; they by no means bind me nor define me.

This blog is a little over a year old, and it journals not only my thoughts and feelings, but chronicles real events over this period.  It started out not as a personal blog - I was droning on and on about happenings, fashion and other features - but now I practically jot down my monthly cycle here.  It is tricky blogging under a real name, though I try to liberate myself from self-censorship. 

When I write my target readers in mind are my friends with whom I lack the much-needed phone call, and people who chanced into here and found my life worthy of their reading while they wait for youtube to load.

I don't wish to confine myself to a single one ambition by setting up a dream goal (though precluding the American Dream which is almost already an innate instinct), so my life goal is actually still pretty general - to be really, really good at what I do. 

The abstract aside, currently I am a broadcast journalist for a lifestyle TV program with a boss-from-hell, and still freelancing as a translator and interpreter.   My life schedule right now is chaotic, so I constantly smack myself for previously grumping about too much bumming and went to look for a full time job.  All other recreations that I used to enjoy - running, reading, shopping, socialising - are treated as if they never existed, and I can only reminisce about the pleasure I found in these activities.

Since it's my life I am trying to share here, Big (the boyfriend) should not be missed.  He is the sole witness of my insecurities beneath the exterior, and from whom I draw my strength.  Sadly I failed to preserve any remnant of mystery with him, since I regularly shame him in burping competitions.  Even my playing coy with him is a sloppy who said I love you heh you go away!; we are each other's open book. 

I endorse Ayn Rand's line of thought, and her books take up a crucial and growing presence in my life.

I get tickled by the slightest provocations, and, being slightly bipolar, I still wonderfully display 3-year-old tendencies at times though I hope, no, desperately pray that age will mellow my idiosyncrasies.   The terrific playtimes I have with my junior siblings are a great channel for this 3-year-old alter ego.

Oh, btw, if you see me on the streets, it'll probably be preceded with a VERY LOUD LAUGH.  And a burp.  But if I stay quiet my stilettos and (attempt at) tres chic dressing will probably fool you into thinking that I am actually not gross.

When not busy at work I read various fiction and drool over Vogue, spend money I don't have on magazines, and surf the web reading things I don't need to know.

contact vivacia.grace@gmail.com.