A day in the life of a BOUNCER

"WAHH!!! Andrew... your body so big and tough... i think you can become a bouncer leh"

I've heard that since i was primary 6... as a kid, i never gave much thought to those comments that i hear about me becoming a bouncer.
Those comments were told to me by my mom... sister... and relatives that i meet during the new year.

Growing older... i thought maybe becoming a bouncer is actaully quite cool. When i club or pub, i would see these big-sized (aka quite fat) guys standing at the door... i always wondered how cool it would be if it were me standing there instead...

Well... my little dream of became reality...
At 7.30pm... i was hanging out at Holland V and a friend of mine gave me a call...
"PANG!!! you wanna work as bouncer or not?"

At that very moment, i just had to take that job... being over-eager and excited... i asked how long i must work for...
"Just today... cos the bouncer sick"

Even better... just for the experience and bragging rights... its like a 1-night stand thing... woohoo!

Reached the club... i saw the place was packed... than my friend came up to me and said,
"okay... wear this tie and report to this guy"

Reporting over... my job was to guard that stage entrance... No one is allowed to enter except the band members.
I thought it was pretty cool. So i stood there like a terracota solider.

1 hour went pass... legs ached... (be a man) that was what i told myself...

2 hours went pass... legs, knees, ankles ached... (ok... its not as easy as i thought i would be)

3 hours went by... everything ached now... (fuck! what the shit did i get myself into)

4 hours went by... everything STILL aching... (wah lau... when is my shift going to end man)

5th hour came... (woohoo... going to end already... maybe got fight later i can try my boxing skills)


When the job ended... i had free softdrinks... my manager offered me beer and other alcoholic beverage... but i prefer to be sober (that because i cannot drink at all)
I got driven home by the office transport van.

I felt that it was an experience of a lifetime... I guess i would not be a bouncer at the moment... maybe after i've lost some weight and gain some muscles... i might consider the job again..
All in all, i felt it was GREAT!

Took home: 35 bucks (i know its little... but hey its cash) and
a great experience plus bragging rights =)

PS: there was no fight... because it was an aunty and uncle cha-cha club... haha!

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!

You will so fucking die!

Today, i went for training with Alvin... While i was there, i saw a lot of new faces... people who seem very very good in Muay Thai.

So did the usual warm-up and kick pads... than after that had a little "sparring" using legs only...
Initally i just wanted to play with aaron (my buddy)

Got some guy by the name of eugene. (not my buddy)
He asked me how long i've learnt Muay Thai... blah blah blah

Cut long story short, he just wanted to "play" with me instead... so i thought it was just light sparring using legs... so while moving around i asked him which leg he uses... how long has he been learning Muay Thai...
Next thing i knew, that asshole gave me a fucking full powered kick to my stomach... i got damn shocked as i thought i was supposed to be light sparring...
Best part is that he knew that i got an injury with my right shoulder and he kept kicking my right side...

I swear man... i'm so gonna fucking kill him on saturday... It was suppose to be play play only... and he just full power across...
Come saturday, the play play is over... I don't give a fuck if i bust up my right shoulder again... i will fucking punch, knee, elbow him...

I'm coming for you eugene (Ngee Ann Poly - Accountacy Year 1)

The talk is over... I'm gonna have a piece of you!

WATCH OUT MOTHER FUCKER!

To leave without a word

Early this morning, i recieved a called... and i was told that a grand aunty of mine had passed away.
I was not affected by it to be very truthful. But the people around me were a different case...

The aunty was 59 years old... apparently she passed away at home in her sleep.
She was single and living alone.

A wake was held at the Singapore Casket... i never saw my grand-parents cry before... my grandmother was in tears when she saw the body of my aunty.
My grandfather, a man harden by war and bloodshed... a man who has stared at death many times was also in tears... when they started to cry, my heart soften and i felt that i wish i could share the pain with them...

My mother was very very affected by the whole 'thing'.

My mother is super and i really mean super scared of dying alone at home... I believe because... my father is always away at work in Batam and my sister is away in Australia studying... as for me, i'm eager to go to overseas and enjoy...
She is afraid that no one will know that she is dead... and my mother cried to be saying that she doesn't want to die alone... with no one around...

I hope if my mother were to pass-away, i hope she would go in her sleep with no pain or sufferings...

Attending the wake today, it just brought back memories of my late-friend...
When my buddies and i attended his wake, it really gave us opportunities to catch up with other classmates that we have not seen in ages...
While thinking of my friend's wake, it also brought back the pain of losing a friend...

My buddy aaron said that... the little red-paper that you get during a wake... with the 10 cent coin inside... He saw our late-friend's mom wrapping it and she was crying while doing it...

And i said to aaron that... No parent should ever have to bury their child...
I pray that my parents would never have to bury me... because i know that the pain of losing a child would be the worst feeling of their lives...
If ever i have to go, i pray that i go after my parents have gone...

I hope that my grand-aunty is in a better place now... and may she rest in peace...

taste of failure

For those of you who don't know, i took 6 years to complete my secondary school...
I retained the 1st year in secondary school and i was in the NA stream... All my life i have failed...

when i made it into the poly, i swore to myself that i will not fail anymore... with 6 years of experienced failing, i would already have learnt the lesson...

Apparently not... I took my ABN paper today.

The paper was 2-hour long. I walked out of the exam hall 45 mins earlier... not done 55 marks worth of questions... the other 45 marks, i just wrote what ever i can remember... which means that i have already failed my module and i would be retaking it again next semester...

Don't bother telling that trust in God or that bullshit... or tell me that miracles happen... they don't!

People just choose to believe in miracles! when its just luck...

I have experienced failure once more in my life... DAMN FUCK!