Not exactly the Bob I'm heavily crushing on, but isn't that cute?

I don't know whether I have another bad case of a stomachache or an eating disorder. Normally, my appetite is ridiculously ridiculous that I could eat two plates of pasta at one go, going along with a huge glass of soda and probably dark chocolate ice cream for dessert. If I'm not outside dining with my friends, then I'd be whipping something out in the kitchen like deep frying a whole packet of twisted fries, chicken wings and nuggets. I guess you get the point that I eat a lot and that explains why I'm growing fatter. (Papa claims I'm a growing teenager with a humongous appetite going through puberty, and he still loves me even if I drastically change my diet to lose weight!) But now, I can't even bear to eat a mega Big Mac even if I craved for it, which I did craved for it, and if I did take a small bite, god I feel like puking. The most unusual thing is that I've been drinking a lot, a lot of liquid than I used to drink. And I must add on that I haven't been going to the toilet much since the eating problem started. Yes, I haven't been shitting. It has been going on for four to five days now, and I'm scared that I'll die. These are my famous last words and my death wishes-- Nah, just joking. But really, I scared I'll die man. Because according to the fortune telling book I found in the drawers, I might die an untimely death. Doesn't the word "untimely" chants into your mind like a freaking ghost and haunts you? Well, it does to me other than the word "ridiculous", hah. Okay I'm still scared.

There's band tomorrow and the guy is coming down to set up the newly bought drumset and the snare drum. I've seen the snare drum already, and its wicked cool! And there's a band BBQ the day after tommorrow after going to Regent, and I don't know where the hell is Mayfair Condominium so someone please lend me a map and a compass!

Merry Christmas to all the wonderful people out there and happy birthday to my two year old little brother.
A day to remember the birth of Angelo at 11.42am and the excruciating pain Mama went through for hours. Gosh, I definitely don't ever want to be in her position because I'm scared of extreme pain and looking after babies since I'm already having a big trouble looking after little Angelo.

Still, I can't emphasis how happy I am today.
Ho, ho, ho-wie wishes you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

I kept meddling with my new handphone (that resembles totally like an iphone, but it functioned like one too) and I changed a lot of the settings that I can't receive phone calls, make phone calls, receive smses and send smses anymore. The worst part is, my sim card got locked up because I kept guessing the PIN number wrongly. So I guess that whoever smsed me on Tuesday night, I won't be able to read it because I can't receive it. Ridiculoussssssssssssss.

And I don't think I want to go escape theme park or vivo anymore.
Sorry Heri. And sorry coffee tachi queen!

The day before yesterday, my brother forced me to order two canadian pizza, lasagna, potato wedgies and cheesy meat balls (oos) and the delivery man happen to go to the wrong unit number and that caused acid to attack the stomach tissue for approximately one hour and thirty minutes. Dahlia came over too and the both of them ate the whole pizza up. No lah, actually, I was the one who ate up most of the food. Beat that! (wobbles battock) And then I was suppose to meet mama and papa at five but it dragged on till five thirty-something. We went to Sakae Sushi for dinner with bro and Dahlia. Yay. I had dinner with future sister in law. Great or whatttttt? And bro got his new hello moto ferrari phone with really chio checkered designs. I'm so envious man. Every night, he'd ask me to touch his phone and sometimes, he wouldn't let me play tetris on his phone because he already removed the plastic sticking on to the phone and knowing me very well, I'd scratch it. :/
And yesterday, I had macdonalds for breakfast and burger king for dinner. Macdonalds and burger king! Gosh. I spent nearly a hundred bucks shopping on topshop and giodarno and mama was kind of mad with me because I forced her to fork out the money for the polo tee.

Did I mentiont that in a week (or maybe two weeks) I don't have to use the computer at the community centre anymore because mama and papa is going to reconnect the internet? Not only that, we're going to have mio tee vee and a brand new house line too. Yipee yay hah hoo hah!

I manage to save forty bucks in two weeks.
Come on, sixty more bucks to go!

Psst, my little brother knows how to sing the guitar riffs of a certain Winning Eleven song, the best part is, he's only two. And I don't know what to blog about because I haven't been enjoying my holiday. Everybody seemed to be outside Singapore. This is so ridiculous. :(

Vivian Yuen Xiao Tong, happy 14th birthday! Yay, five years already. Be thankful that I wished you a very happy birthday at 12.04am, to be exact, har har har. I've got plenty of things to say and thank you, but hey, all of stuff I want to say seemed unexplainable. Thank you for everything that you've done for me for the past five years.
And you better call me or SMS me since you've reached Singapore already because you've got an appointment with the utensils. Yunqian's going to Korea and I'm going to Mumbai to kill the terrorist. So chicken chop, pork chop!

I had an amazing dream a few days back! I don't know why I dreamt being in Survivor, but I think its because right before I slept, I was watching Survivor on Channel 5. And when I dream about it, I was already in the top four together with three other people. And one of them looked like Craigafer Mabbitt! I don't know why I dreamt of him instead of Bob but... Sigh. Anyway, we were either drinking wine or sea water, but the liquid was purple so I assume its wine. Like, where the hell do you see purple seawater in Earth? Unless you add tons and tons of purple coloring, or millions of 'evolved' purple octopus with one hundred and thiry five eyes all over the body manage to squirk the purple ink like hell when they got attacked by mermaids. Who knows?! Okay, back to my dream, har har har. We were drinking purple wine, or seawater, when we decided to celebrate our victory by jumping into the sea, and the sea isn't purple, whoever thought it was, idiot. And we swam back to our camp, watched the sunset together and gave each other hugs because I guess we have to go for tribal council. Here's the best part! I really don't know how it happened, but the hidden ammunity idol suddenly appeared, but none of us wanted it. I don't know what happened after that, and right after that moment, I freakingly woke up because Ma turned off the aircon and it got so hot. But it was a nice dream. The scenery was so dreamy and romantic, I got to hug Craig, yipee yay yah hoo hah! And actually remembering nearly everything. After all, its still a dream. And people say that whatever you dream of, in reality, its vice versa. But I'm so going to change that idea! Just you wait and see, muaharharharhar!

I got this huge plan for christmas! I'm going to buy whatever my best friends craved for, and if I don't manage to get one, then I'm going to go pull a strand of hair out of my head. I already come up with a list about what to give. I want to go shopping alone so nobody will know what gifts I've come up. And maybe, I'll bake cookies for the whole band, if I ever got the time. And I don't think I'll have the time. If I got spare change to buy famous amos, then it'd be great.

Band practise is boring without Heri talking to me, without giving hand signals to Cassandra and I probably wouldn't understand why I shook my hand for, without Huili looking at me and giving her the stupid face. Awwww, man. There are some things that cheered me up during band though. Syafiqah and Xinman dancing, Huda's muffins and Yong Kang... Okay nevermind.

And I love Cassandra Chai Xin Le, my best friend and my homosexual, because she manage to talk sense into me and cheered me up like hell. Gretel, Chai little cousin, is so going to date my little brother. She has to! I shall end this post with the pictures I took with my little brother a few weeks back. And he's going to be a great soccer player because my brother (Mark Anthony Pang Howe) always anyhow whack the ball in the house.






You can see Ellen on the television.