Screwed up another chance

I just screwed up another chance of asking the pretty girl in my boxing class for her number...
Walking pass me like a gentle breeze, she smells like... smelly sweaty girl.
With her cute smile and wave... she left...
I SCREWED UP!!!
Why in the blue hell didn't i ask for her number man!!! she walked pass me and all i did was ogle at her. i had the chance and i screw it up...

Well, i was damn bloody scared can... i mean... how to ask for her number?

Pickup Line no.1
"Hello, i'm andrew... and i think you're damn hot can i have your number?"

Pickup Line no.2
"Hi! The name is Pang... Andrew Pang"

Pickup Line no.3
"I lost my number... can i have yours?"

Pickup Line no.4
"ehh... excuse me ahh... whats your number? i need a friend."


For all i know she already has a boy friend... and i would just be simply making a fool out of myself! i got ego too alright! i got my pride!
If it is really so easy to ask a girl for her number, i would have gotten thousands by now! But the actual fact is that its damn hard!

I dont wanna sound desperate and horny... and i always have this idea that guys who asks for girls numbers are damn fucking HORNY!!!
Its like they are just looking for SEX SEX SEX and more SEX!!!
How to actually ask for a girl's number and not sound desperate and horny?

For all i know i might end up...
OH MY GOD!!! I'm gonna die single, virgin and fat!!!


PS: To the people reading my blog, please please please give me some tips on how to get a girls number.

Talk about been bashed in the head

Ever been bashed in the head? Not a figure of speech, literally bashed in the head.
Well, i have and i can proudly say it! I got bashed in the head by this quite pretty girl i know.

The story goes like this... Once upon a time in the concrete jungles of Singapore, there lived a little fat boy (who wants to be slim) . He decided that by losing weight, would get him a lot of girls. So he decided to join the Muay Thai lesson.
In the Muay Thai lesson, he met many many people... but only 1 girl stood out. Her name was Pamela. So little fat-who-wants-to-be-slim boy join extra lessons just to see her more often.
On the Friday of 20th of May 2005, little boy got a chance to talk to Pamela... The strong and macho Muay Thai instructor told little boy to pair up with Pamela... Little boy was so excited!
Than instructor told little boy that Pamela would box him but he cannot retaliate... Little boy was so happy because this was his chance to show off how strong he can be...
Little did the little boy know that Pamela could really punch! He got bashed... okay maybe not really bashed but smacked in the head...

After training was over, little boy was quite in pain... but he is happy! haha!!!

PS: Guess who is the little boy...

Things to do in Melbourne

Coming back to the topic of Melbourne... today i caught myself thinking about Australia and how different it would be if i had another chance to visit me sister and sharn.

I feel that i should have a longer stay... but this time i rather be on my own since i'm already quite familiar with the area.

Things to do in Melbourne... with sister, sharn and car.

1. Drive to Pig and Whistle for lunch and pick grapes, stay for dinner and than see the lovely stars!
2. Drive to pick strawberries and other funny berries... after all, its 4 bucks all you can pick... be kiasu!
3. Drive a 4 hour drive to see the 12 apostle rock thingy formation.
4. Drive to Chapel Street to shop and eat at Orange.
5. Drive to nearby Greek food and eat the Octopus thingy.
6. Head to town and have dessert at the "brunetti" (don't know if spelling is right)

I cannot believe that i'm changing from a city kid to a suburb dude... actually living in the city or the suburb doesn't really matter to me. As long as you got loved ones around, it will feel just as good! haha!

But hey, i wanna do those super tourist stuff like go to Victoria Market and go to GeeLong and see hopping kangaroos! Visit funny berry farms... milk a cow... feed the violent Kolar Bear...
I think i'm getting ahead of myself.

Just start with the 2 hour drive to Pig and Whistle first and i will see if i still wanna go anywhere else! haha!

PS: The best thing to do in Melbourne is... slack at my sister's apartment and eat home cooked food! woohoo! THE BEST! Chicken Stew, Mussel Pot, Garlic Mushroom, HomeMade Wanton Mee, Pasta Marinara, Roasted Lamb, Baked Pasta... damn missed it!

I'm Out Of The Race!

If you were to read my previous entry, you would know that i'm on a 40 day and night challenge of not smoking...

Read above and you already know what happened... Its really really really hard... But hey, i only smoked 1 stick and i'm feeling so pissed that i did... i dun have the urge to smoke that much anymore!
I guess i will just take it day by day and see how it goes!
I may be out of this "race" but i will reduce my smoke intake a bit at a time...
Good luck to all those who are still in the race!
Lets see... only 2 left in the race! haha!!! good luck to them than...

PS: Try not smoking for the rest of your life! 40 days is no shit! i've gone 6 months before!

40 Days 40 Nights

40 days and nights of no smoking!!!

Some smarty-pants guy i hang out with suggested that all the guys should abstain from smoking for 40 days and nights.
Today was only my 1st day at it... guess what! it sucks big time! going out is a big problem.
Sitting down at the bus-stop after a "shiok" meal... feeling that something is missing... the thought of smoking comes to my mind... next time i remember is the 40 days of hell!!!

Fahmy (my buddy) fetched us around to places like West Coast Park... with such nice ambience and Al Fresco Dining... how can one not smoke? After that... we went to Kent Ridge Park to enjoy the view. Once again, no ciggys!

It really sucks! I never knew getting off ciggys can be so tough! With my boxing lessons, it kinda helps me curb the craving of smoking... but still, its really really really... and i REALLY mean tough!

Guys/Girls... if you ever think of starting to smoke for short periods of time and thinking you have the power to stop just like that... you're making a big mistake...

Moral of story is don't ever start at all!!!
The worst part is that it is only Day 1!!! SHIT!

For the next 39 days you will see me logging in more often... ARGH!!!

The Advisors In My Life...

Ever been in a position where by people tell you what to do? People giving both good and bad advises.

I've got a couple of advisors in my life. If you think my advisors are like those that talk to a king, than you're wrong. The advisors in my life are more like... the goverment (PAP) they tell you and they expect that you carry the action out.

Honestly, from the bottom of my heart i really thank those who have given me advice. If not, i would not be in a POLY and i would probably end up in the Boy's Home or in some school i really hate.

Let see, i've got loads of people to thank now...

(1) Mum: Thanks for supporting me for 20 years of my "big" life. Eating so much can really make you lose a lot of money. Thanks for encouraging me for the past few years of my life through my N's and O's up to my POLY. Thanks for the advises of NOT getting a girlfriend... Not making a girl pregnant... haha... even if i wanted, i still couldn't!

(2) Dad: The rock and foundation of the family. You are the strong and quiet type. For all my 20 years of my life, i've never heard you raise your voice against Mum. Thanks for the the support through my exams and thanks for all the encouragment! Love you Dad...

(3) Rena aka BoBo-Cheng : Wow... what can i say about my lovely sister... I think among the family members, she is the one i can really talk to. She is my advisor for my love life (not as if i had any), my school life, my church life... I just pretty much everything about my life... she advises me! Which is a good thing... without her, i think i would have gotten bullied much more.
She teaches me the skills of how to scold somebody and teaches me on how to embarrass people who wanna be funny... If you wanna know, my sister has this skill of "reading" a person... give her a 30 min conversation with a stranger, she would more or less know what kinda person he/she is... amazing ehh!!! and it really works! not kidding...

(4) Uncle Pete: The one who shouted at me when i was a kid who didn't like to shower. The one who taught me that there is always another option in life should i not make it to POLY... but hey, i made it! haha!!! Thanks for all the allowances and the extra bonuses that i get when i do well in school!

(5) My Tutor, My Mentor, My Friend... EDMUND!!!

Edmund: He is the one who gave me inspiration do become an officer in the army. He gave me words of encourgement when i needed it the most. The one who brought me back to reality of N's and O's when i was busy flying the sky doing my own stuff...The one who taught me how to chase girls. The one who taught me how to zao class in poly. The one who gave me an aim in life. The one who saved my life from ITE!!!
Thanks edmund for everything. The time you took out of your busy schedule to teach and mentor me into someone useful... Thanks a lot man...


I guess thats about it... Thanks to the advisors in my life! *cheers*


P/S: if your name is not mentioned... i'm sorry... i need to *poop* and i dun have the time to add in anymore! =)

Testosterone Overdose

I feel that hanging out with guys can be quite pissing off... Especially when there is this guy who has super major EGO problem. When you make a statement, there will be this guy who will correct you... When you make a mistake, he will point it out to you infront of everybody...

But that guy thinks he is Jesus... all perfect and faultless...

(Example)

Pangster: hey! starwars is coming out and the whole jedi council is gonna get killed by Darth Vader!!!

Testosterone Overloaded Guy: No!!! Darth Vader didn't get his name until anakin skywalker turned to the dark-side

Pangster: ahh what ever lah he is Darth Vader after all...

Testosterone Overloaded Guy: No!!! he is not!!! he was anakin when he killed the council... and it was not him alone... Darth sithdeous kill other *blah* *blah* *blah*

Pangster: What every it is... Darth Vader kill em all in the end...

Testosterone Overloaded Guy: No!!! he didn't... [and it goes on and on]



Can you imagine hanging out with a person like that!
ITS FUCKING IRRITATING!!!
Testosterone Overloaded Guy should really do something about his fucking ego...

You think it get better? Mr Ego... once made this statement...
"we as brothers should be honest with each other"

Hmm... lets see... Mr Ego has told 1,2,3... 172... 276... [ooppss! lost count!] of lies...

Mr Ego: I bashed this guy up and he landed in the hospital bed... (Liar!)

Mr Ego: I told my people to bash this teacher up (the action gangster)

Mr Ego: Got this girl's father asked me to be his daugther's date during a prom (wow! now he is a gigolo!)

The best part is yet to come... Mr Ego once told me this "Eh Pang... I got tell you before you're damn fucking blunt with your words!"

Look its Jesus who is pointing out my mistakes to me!!!

If i were to be really fucking blunt, i would tell Mr Ego...

STOP LYING YOU GAY MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!!

Some honesty around here... now i am really blunt...
1st. STOP LYING!
2nd. You squeel like a fucking ah-gua when you play computer games...
3rd. Stop screaming when you see a cockroach!
4th. Stop wanting things your way.
5th. Treat friends with respect.

I got loads more to say... You want me to be blunt... You ain't see nothing yet ASSHOLE!


Come to think of it, i think i'm the one with the most testosterone... SHIT!

Missing Melbourne

I was reading my sister's friend's blog... came across this photo section where by i can view photos posted by my sister's friend.
I saw my sister eating some falafel row... and her photo was serious funny.
I stared at that photo for like 10 mins and i was still laughing. Oh man... i really miss Melbourne loads!!! Miss the coffee, miss the cool weather, miss sitting at a cafe Al-Fresco style with coffee in a hand and a cig with the other.
"Talk cock" with my sister and her friend Sharn.

Cheap coffee and cheap cigs = Happy Andrew!!!

With shirts and pants my size who on earth wanna leave melbourne... Walking down the streets looking out for beggers who will beg for money or ciggys... It was fun looking at them at the same time scary for all you know they might come out with a knife and kill ya! haha!

I wonder will i ever go back to melbourne again... Food there is really really expensive!
Coffee, like a bird... *cheap* *cheap* *cheap*

Sitting at Fed Square with my cool suit and looking like one of the locals! haha!!! Really fun!
Food there is expensive... but hey... real good!!! and i really mean GOOD!!!
Miss my sister's cooking the most of all. Serious speaking, she is a better cook than the maid... I guess its the heart and soul my sister adds to the dishes that really brings out the flavour...

Dishes from Wanton Mee to Chicken Stew... Amazing! simply great!

Maybe i don't really miss melbourne after all... i just miss my sister...

The Heart Of A Champion Is Gold

Ever wished you could be a champion?

I was watching this realityTV show called The Contender. Its about 16 men coming from different backgrounds all over america and they are trying to get a shot at been a champion. The 16 men are all boxers.

During the 1 hour that i was glued to the TV, there was a fight between 2 men. One of them is ranked 3rd in America while the other is not ranked anywhere. The one who is ranked is Peter Malfrado Jr.

He fought this guy called Joey. Joey is not a professional but he inspires to become one. During the fight, Joey was losing all the way until the 3rd round. He fought back with such courage and valour. He broke his rib in the 1st round, his nose was gone in the 2nd round and yet he still fought.

Came 3rd and 4th round, Joey won back the 2 rounds. Joey and Malfrado Jr are now even.
The 5th and final round... Malfrado Jr gave Joey a head butt. This caused Joey's upper left eyebrown to bleed. The fight was stopped.

The results is that Joey lost the fight and Malfrado Jr won.

What made Joey different from the other losers in the game is that he gave his best and he didn't give up. Seeing Joey box, i know that Joey went down fighting with all he could.

Who will have the heart? Who will have the courage? Who will dare to be great?
Joey did... That is the heart of gold...

Chasing Paper Dreams

Ever wonder what kind of career you will have in the future? Just yesterday i was having a conversation with my mother. She was telling how F**Ked up her colleagues were.
She was telling me about how she has to do reservation for other people when its not her job to do so.

The thing she said that sticked in my mind was... "boy... do you want to keep your job?"

Well, honestly... if my colleague were to tell me to do reservation for a restaurant, and i know its not my duty. I would simply tell you to Fuck Off!
Than again... coming back to the issue of wanting to keep your job. I feel that the thing that makes Singaporeans really jittery is the "job security" issue.
My point is if you do your job better than anyone else, no one would dare to screw around with you asking you to make reservations.

On the contrary you would be the one telling people what to do. Morale of the story is to work harder, better, smarter than everyone else.

I was thinking the just a couple of days back about people and their degrees.
I know these 2 men... Both came from the same secondary school, went to the same JC. BUT!!! they got different degrees. The surprising thing is that the man who got a Degree in Business only earned a salary of 5000 odd.
The other one who didn't get a Degree in Business but a Degree in Social Work.
This guy earns about 10k<
Why is this so?

Isn't it unfair? Isn't the guy who has a Degree in Business earning more?
Well, i feel that its not about the Degrees you get or what Paper Qualifications you have.
Its about been street smart and playing the game well. Learning to play that cards right.
Its not about what how smart you are... but how STREET smart you can be.

Well, thats according to my theory =)