are friendships like relationships?

I feel that hanging out with the guys ain't as fun as it use to be... Things just seem so boring and stagnant.

Its either hanging out at holland village or going to town for an arcade game.

Most guys when they get sick of a girl, they would break up with a girl and go for new one...
I think in friendship there isn't a real break-up but a sort of seperation... and seperation that is good for the 2 friends...

Recently i met up with a friend whom i've not met for over 2 years... he was my childhood buddy... han tiong...

When we met up, we just sat down and talked... really had a great time with him... doing catching up and wonder how he has been...
Its like when we met up, the passion for each other lives just sparked and it was so enjoyable to hang out with him.
We spent days and nights doing stuff together when we were younger... when i quarrel with my mother, i would go to his house... Han Tiong would stay over at my house and we would play and talk cock... eating indian rojak and hor fun... order pizzas was a treat from my mom...

Han Tiong than left to stay with his mom... on the other side of singapore... didn't see him for a while... didn't catch up... he went on to do his own stuff... i went on to do my own stuff...
But when we met up, it was just magic... i missed the times i spent with him and i was about to tear...

We never really "broke-up" our friendship... it just stood still... and time allowed it to simmer and boil a bit... making the reunion a greater-sweeter one...

I guess that my current bunch of friends... i feel it should stand still also... let it boil a bit... let it absorb the flavours of life... and when we met up again, we would have lots to talk about and catch up on...
In the mean time, i feel that my bunch of friends and i would need new friends...

Its never really a break-up.... just a seperation...
a seperation to allow the friendship to boil and absorb the flavours in life...
that we may enjoy each other's company more...

My Grand-Pa

Born April 9th 1924

At the age of 16, he joined the British Air-Force (RAF) as an engine aero-fitter...
When he was 17, the 2nd world war hit Singapore... and he was on a ship for England. Halfway, his ship got bombed and he was captured in Java.

He spent the next 3 years in a concentration camp... maybe he was lucky, he was appointed the cook for the camp... food was not a problem for him...

There was this story he told us (grand kids) once...

He said he was stealing some rotten pig's liver for his own consumtion... he placed the liver in a plastic bag and hid it in his cap which he wore...
All of a sudden, there was a role-call and my grand-pa thought he was gonna be shot for stealing food...
The inmates were required to number-off in japanese... my grand-pa screwed up the number-off and a young korean solider with the rank of private use a baton to hit his head...
Yeap, you guess it right... the bag of liver burst and blood from the liver flowed down my grand-pa's head....
Both the young korean and my grand-pa was scared shit... because... the camp only allowed sargenants and above to hit the inmates...
While my grand-pa was afraid of being caught for stealing... the young korean excused my grand-pa to wash his face in the sea... that was where he threw the liver away...

When i heard his story, i laughed like crazy because i found it so funny and dumb...

Just the other day... i think i was a monday... i brought my grand-pa out for lunch at Great World City... He wanted to eat some japanese food and after that he wanted to visit Cold Storage.
At the japanese restaurent, he ordered some Bento and he started to eat... while eating, he said the food was a lot and he couldn't finish...
Just seeing him eat... is like a young boy falling in love... but it was i who loved my grand-pa... while i had my Bento... a thought about not having my grand-pa around just caused me to lose my appetite... i couldn't finish my Bento either...

I know that if the day comes when my grand-pa is not around anymore, i shouldn't feel sad... as i spent time with him in the last days of his life...

Most people would say, "i wish i had spend time with (insert name)"

I know when my grand-pa is not around anymore i would say,
"Gong Gong... i will miss the times we had together... and i will spend more time with you in heaven..."

Those who are reading my blog,
please... spend time with your loved-ones... for you might never know when they may move on...


PS: my grand-pa is still alive and well!

Just one shot!

Went for training at Farrer Park yesterday and i found that i was super-duper not in shape...

I guess its all the injury and me not having the discipline to exercise. SHIT!!!
One thing's for sure is that... i ain't fighting in Nov. Its kinda crappy as i was hinting to Alvin that i wanted to fight in Nov...

He said, "ahh you take care of your shoulder injury 1st... after that go and train up your shins they get injured too easily... than go and lose some weight... and stop smoking so much and please don't do stupid things"

After hearing that, i don't know should i be happy or sad... its like him telling me that i can go and fight if i want... but just not now...

I missed that ONE shot i had at the tournaments... SHIT!
Shouldn't have done 'STUPID THINGS'

Instead of fighting in Nov, i think alvin has gotten me do the Corner Man instead... I also don't know if i should feel honoured or insulted...
My friends are fighting in the ring... i would also be in the ring with them... just that i would helping them by fanning them, giving water to them, removing of mouth guard and masaging them...

Nov 5 & 6 at Seletar Camp... Muay Thai Tournament 2005
Go there and support AS Fitness members!