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Purple Wabbitwhat is it? This is a personal blog. And I mean very personal because I talk a lot about how I feel. It’s a collection of short stories of my own. What stories are best to tell, if they are not yours? Okay, if you’re lucky, you might see a rabbit hopping by. who writes it? It just so happened to be someone who loves to write and at the same time obsessed with bunnies. Especially brown ones. However, she’s not obsessive enough to call this site, “brownwabbit”. why is she doing it? When you have so many ideas in your head and so many things you want to do in your heart, you got to put them into action which subsequently would become a reality. This is what triggered it to come about. when it all started? 1st Jan 2006. Previously, I was blogging somewhere else for 3 years. where did the name come from? The name “Purple Rabbit” came into my mind when I was seated in the office toilet and I just knew this is going to be the one. However, “Purple Rabbit” is already taken so I named it “Purple Wabbit” instead. Weally, I’m not kidding.u0026hellip;
About MeMy 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 whileu0026hellip;

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