Excuse me, your pants never zip.

Ok, less this gung-ho sounding title were to intimidate anyone, I’m actually writing this because my position on this blog has become as safe as Ranieri’s job at Chelsea when Mr. Amovingbra took over.

Anyway, I am known by many titles, including Andrew, Andrew Yeo, Andrewww (with the w dragging on) and Andrew Yeooooo (pronounced “Yooooo”). I shall not touch on the less glamorous ones. Today i will explain why I am the fearsome MASTER YOUNG.

As someone below 20, I thought it would be hipper to change my sir name from Yeo to Yang. No, not Yang with the slang (Yheng), but Yang (Young). To disguise the all-powerful entity that is me, I have gone 1 step further, and changed it to YOUNG completely.

For many years, I have trained in the rural areas of Ang Mo Kio central Big Mac centre, listening and tolerating the crap and absorbing the nonsense spewed by my friends fellow pugilists to reach the current state of strength that I am.

BEHOLD MY AWESOME TECHNIQUES