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MY BLOG
Geralyn aka Arlyne
24th June 1984
Loves Scrambled Eggs
Enjoys Crapping

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For them to STOP touching my comp!! Like FOREVER!!
No need to see them every sunday! - Sickening
Big, Red and Chio Gucci Wallet.
The chio pink colour PINK PANTHER PHONE!
To go to ROMANIA!!
Get a Vampire Boyfriend.
To be able to pass the damn story.
Get my Driving License.
Trip to Japan.
Trip to Korea.
Trip to Taiwan.
Get into PCF.
To be a Tai Tai.
To Huat at every mahjong session.
Strike toto and become an instant millionaire.


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Friday, May 16, 2008

I finally solved the freaking mystery!! I mean seriously... I think I am so good at it I can be the next Sherlock Holmes!! Lol.

When I went home last night, I was scratching my calf cause some mosquito apparantly likes my blood. AND I SAW TWO CUTS ON MY CALF!! Still quite a fresh cut I would say. So there i was thinking where i got those cuts from. AHA!! From the office! I must've gotten it scratched while changing my heels to slippers. But! Why didnt feel the pain back then when my poor calf got scratched? The reason is simple. CAUSE THE TEMPERATURE IN THE OFFICE IS FREAKING COLD! It must've froze the exposed meat until I had totally no feeling of its existence. See!! Bosses DO torture their subordinates okay!

Ang Mohs are just freaking hilarious. I told Calvin that i have a dinner event tonight, which is like kinda informal, just to welcome an Indian staff from the India branch. And he took a big deal out of it! Lol. I mean, it isnt some formal function in some hotel ballroom, where everyone will be there in their gowns and tuxedos. It's just a SIMPLE welcome dinner and here are the tips he told me :


Rule No. 1 : Make yourself look classy.
Like drink plain water out of a goblet?
Rule No. 2 : Fake real.
Umm.. Implanting temporary fake boobs help?
Rule No. 3 : Speak!!
"Ohhh!!! I am sooooo loving Indian food!! Especially Muthu Curry!! *rolls eyes*
Rule No. 4 : Watch what you do.
Look into my reflection and scrutinize my every move?
Rule No. 5 : Pick foods (cause they'll be watching WHAT you eat and HOW you eat.)
So I guess I'm supposed to NIBBLE my food?


Oh yea... apparantly, working at this area makes me feel like a more typical Singaporean. It was after lunch and my colleagues and I saw ppl queuing up for free gifts. And guess what!? WE FREAKING JOINED IN THE QUEUE!! So we got this Oil Control Whitening Cream and the person-in-charge even took our pictures. Okay.. so now I'm imagining myself appearing in the news tonight:


Reporter : XXX Promotion at Raffles Place today, attracted hundreds of ppl!
*Picture shows me pushing old lady aside to get in the queue*


Or maybe, the picture might appear in some random magazine with a speech bubble beside my picture reading "I simply LOVE free gifts!!"


I am seriously so looking forward to it. Lol!

Okay, since Blur complained about me being naggy, I shall spare her eyes and shorten the post today and end it off with my random thought of the day:

Why does drinking gives you a belly instead of giving you bigger neh nehs? They're both made up of fats what! Its so not right that the fats has to go down to somewhere where you're not proud of showing if its big in size. And! Belly fats are harder to lose! So so so so not right.

Crapped at 3:05 PM