Having a moronic classmate

I've got this super moronic classmate... to keep the identity a secret, i will refer to my classmate as "It".

'It' really pissed me off today... came to class 'It' had a super blacken face and don't know for what freaking reason... 'It' just had the attitude!

During lesson 'It' just keep doing it's own stuff like MSN and Friendster... not paying attention to the lecturer. Come to doing the work, 'It' just keeps on complaining than the her computer program doesn't work and 'It' doesn't know how to do it.(we're having computer programming lesson)

I'm beginning to get really really pissed with 'It' and all its nonsense. We were suppose to do this project... 'It' was suppose to do question 3 and i was suppose to do question 2... Guess what!
'It' did my question! I told it that we need to stick to our question cos i was partner with another friend and if she did question 2, it would mean that my friend and i would have nothing to do!
'It' and its nonsense gave attitude again ah! asking me stupid questions and giving me stupid answers...
I figure that somewhere along its family line were PIGS!
cos 'It' is fat... 'It' whines... 'It' complains... 'It' squeels like a pig!
(not like it is wrong to be fat but just know when to Shut The Fuck Up!)

A lot of people think that fat people are obnoxious, irritating and really really noisy... hey, i'm fat! But i ain't obnoxious... and i know when to SHUT THE FUCK UP!

its people like 'It' that gives big-boned people like me a bad name...

i got some advice for 'It'...

(no.1) Quit whining
(no.2) Don't ask stupid questions and expect smart answers
(no.3) Stop asking people why this guy don't like you or that guy doesn't like you (the answer is quite obvious)
(no.4) You may not know it, but you squeel like a pig! =)

and last but not least

(no.5) When in doubt, Shut The Fuck Up!


Give these advices a try... and i guarantee that more people will like you.

Going the extra mile

I hate it when people have the natural talent to do stuff... e.g.( playing the piano, learning soccer, doing Muay Thai)
It kinda sucks that other people who take so little time and so little training becomes so damn good at it!

Here are some eureka stuff... I've never won a medal in my ENTIRE life. I've never taken part in any competition...
I've never gotten 1st for anything (ohh... except being 1st from the last in class)
It feels like i've achieve nothing!

I was talking to a friend the other day about going to Thailand to train Muay Thai... he was like laughing and he said this, "i think you better go and condition yourself first lah ahh."

I agree with him... that was what the Muay Thai Instructor said to me last saturday during training.
My instructor Alvin... suggested that i should have a 3 week intensive fitness and conditioning training before i go to Thailand.

Than my friend said this, "ehh andrew... i think you better condition yourself before the 3 weeks of hell"

The funny thing is... i'm training for the 3 weeks of intensive course.... which the 3 weeks i will be training for the 1 week in Thailand... and the 1 week in Thailand is for my competition at the end of the year. (Hopefully i can take part)

I believe that people have the natural talent to do certain stuff... as for my case, i think i've just gotta go the extra mile... just to become half as good as those natural talents.

Being the head and not the tail

Well, i've just been made my CCA's Division Head... haha... surprisingly!
i don't know how i got the position and why they chose me... well, 1 thing is for sure... i'm not doing any shitty jobs from now onwards... infact, i can pass all the shitty stuff to the people below me! =)
Not only that, i'm also in the election committee for the Student Union. My job is to elect other student union and its constituention... haha sounds very *cheem*
i guess its a shitty job that my president doesn't wanna do and pass it on to me... i don't really mind taking the job.

While i was still in church, my leaders use to tell me that there was a call of God upon my life and my life was meant to become a leader... i never really believed what my leader told me...
You could say that the position of a Division Head is a shitty job and been in the election committee is also a shitty job... but i disagree...

I do agree that God exist and He is everywhere around me... and i do believe that everything i do God has a purpose for me...
But been a leader where ever i go? i never believed it... but somehow, some way... every group for project... or CCA i would become the leader... most people would see it as a position for others to blame when the project or event goes wrong... but i disagree again! =)
I believe no one would ever elect/choose a big time lazy moron to be a leader... cos he will only cause the whole group to fall

To a certain extent... i believe what my leader said is true... maybe i do have a call of God upon my life... i'm still unsure!
What do you people think?

I met Nong Toom! (the REAL beautiful boxer)

Okay... i'm sorry if i sound boring but... I MET NONG TOOM!!!! WOOHOO!!!

Honestly speaking, she is really a very very very nice person! Seeing her standing up to take photos and sitting down to sign autographs... not just once or twice, she is doing it again and again and again... every time she takes a photo with someone, she would also thank the person!

I mean... what kinda celebrity would thank the fans man... i've seen fans thanking them... not the other way around!
She is so sweet by thanking everyone for coming to her show! Anyways, her show was FULL-HOUSE! over 200+ came for her show... and its only the 1st night!

There are other shows by her in Sept and they are held in the Jubilee Hall in Raffles Hotel.
Her show was great... its a story of her life... and truly, her life is colourful!

I super duper recommand people to watch her shows! its GREAT!

PS: She's DAMN hot!

Drown me in lullabies

Have you got anyone to sing lullabies to you when you sleep?

As long as i can remember, i've never had anyone sing lullaby to me when i sleep... except on one occasion.
I recall when i was primary 4... my sister tried to be a chef and cooked steak with cambell mushroom sauce. It was a saturday... i remembered because my mom bought me a new computer game than...
After consuming the steak, at around 9pm i was lying on my mom's bed playing my Sega Game Gear... my mom, uncle and auntie was in the room. My mom asked me to do homework and i said i wasn't feeling well... nobody believed me because they thought i just wanted to escape from doing work... i asked them to pass me the plastic bag and as usual no one did cos they think i was just faking it...
Well, i went to get the plastic bag myself and i puked... of course in my mom's room. After a whole evening of puking, i got sent to the hospital and had to stay in the hospital for a few hours in the recovery room... i was having food poisoning... i was given a jab and asked to lie on the bed to rest for about 2 hours.
Before i feel asleep, my mom was singing to me a song that i loved so much...
she sang to me "I Swear" by All 4 one
It was super sweet of her... and she was like saying, "sleep son... shhh... close your eyes..."

I loved the song because my sister would always play it and i would hear her sing and sing and sing...

Well, that was the only time i had my 'lullaby' sang to me before i slept... for only 2 hours...

PS: I wished my mom sang more lullabies to me =)

When friend turns to foe

Ever had a friend that turns to your foe? Well, i had... and plenty. Just to name a few, Kevin, Joycelyn, Charissa, Wei Heng, Zhen...

Those friends of mine are not exactly my foes... just that in a point of time in my life i dislike them.
Coming back to the topic of a friend that turns to a foe...

Let me tell you a story...

Once upon a time, there lived a little boy who liked this little girl... little boy had many many friends. when little boy finally got little girl's number, little girl would not reply little boy's messages... but little boy's friend gave little girl a call...
than little girl talked to little boy's friend and they even started messaging each other!
How amazing! Little boy does feel left out... and of course sad ah!

well... little boy does feel a bit pissed with his friend as the friend has the little girl's attention...
Its not the little boy friend's fault anyways but even than little boy has mixed feelings about his friend... has the friend become a foe to the little boy?

PS: I should go and be a monk... than don't need to face this kinda stuff anymore...

Feeling Down And Out

Its been a while since i've gotten this kinda feeling.
The feeling of emptyness... its like a hole in your heart and its bleeding from the inside.

I tried to message her again today... it went "Hello, how was your day with the kids? are they pesky?" (she is in early childhood education)

Her reply is usual... none

I really feel super shitty... i've got loads of stuff on my mind...
Just yesterday i nearly got into a fight with some ah-beng in my school... he was whistling at my classmate, she is like my "sister" and i was quite pissed at that ah-beng dude.
i stared at him and he stared back at me...
After the staring incident i went out of school for a smoke.. while walking back into school, the ah-beng was leaving school... while passing each other we stared and he made some comments that pissed me off.
I than dropped my bag and wanted to pick a fight with him...
For some funny reason we didn't fight... somehow... we just didn't have the balls to throw the first punch.
After a while... my classmate pulled me away and so did the ah-beng's friends...

Question is... why didn't i just elbow his face or at least just knee his stomach...
I learnt so much from Muay Thai and i just stood there pissed off with all my adrenaline pumping...
I don't know if i did the right thing by not fighting... or i just because the coward of it all...
Its like been in secondary school all over again. stupid staring incidents and the threat of fighting but no action at all... haha...

Come to think of it, i think i will elbow his face the next time i see him... or maybe not...

I got her number... but whats the use!

Yeah! i got her number... talked to her today after my training and i just pop-ed the question!
the courage i took was like asking the girl to marry me! it was kinda hard at first... but i just asked. "hey, do you think i can get your number?"
pretty girl says, "yeah sure my number is ********, just drop me and sms and i'll know ur number"

well, i did sms her... i said "Hello, this is andrew... see you on friday for boxing. take care and have a safe journey home. Night!"

its like 11.30pm and she didn't reply me sms!!! ARGH!!!
I feel kinda shitty when i ask someone for her number and yet she doesn't reply me! its like... i don't know if she finds me irritating...

What the use of having her number when she doesn't reply you.. its kinda shitty man...
What kinda stuff can i talk to her about anyways?

PS: i need help in conversation with girls....

Speaking pots and pans

Ever wondered how the Thai people ever got their language? The ancient Thai king must have been a chef... working around pots and pans, surely he would hear them drop so therefore he came up with a language for his people... the people who speak like clanging pots and pans!

Went to Golden Mile today to buy some Muay Thai Boxing oilment... entering into the run-down, shabby looking shopping centre was a nightmare! With Thai workers all around you trying to enter the building.
The rancid smell of "don't know whatever shit" will be a remembered for a long time... Finding my way around the mall was like trying to go through a shopping centre that is offering freebies for 'Kiasu' Singaporeans... it was PACKED!!! and i really mean packed! like a can of sardines!
I was transported to Malaysia all of a sudden! with all the people speaking in an unknown language.
People coming up to me saying "rong pin pong tang... rang poon prat da toom"
All i did was smile and carrying on walking...

Just to find some bottle of Boxing Oilment for my legs that have been injured, the oilment is supposedly to have special healing properties that heals the legs faster.

Seeing half-drunk Thai workers drinking "Black Cat Whisky" and "Singha Beer" was an experience not to be forgotten...
There is Little India for the Blanga workers... Lucky Plaza for the Philippino maids...
Smelly, gross and packed Golden mile for the Thai workers...

PS: I did get the oilment after all... after some "prat pong ting tong tang, pete pong dang ting tang"

Which is tougher?

Which is tougher?

Having the guts and balls to pick a fight with another guy...
or
Having the courage to ask a girl for her number...

My answer to the question of which been tougher would be the 2nd option.
Picking a fight is my forte... not to sound too asshole-ish, i've been itching for a fight for the longest time ever! It comes very naturally for me =)

Coming back to the issue of asking a girl for her number, yeah i know what you guys are thinking already!
(Oh my god... andrew is still stuck with NOT having pamela's number... something new please)

yeah thats right you people!!! i know what you guys are thinking alright!

What do you people out there think? which is easier... let me know =)

PS: I think Pamela has a bf already... *sigh*