Please keep this at the back of your head. Note to self, note to all.

 

I can never really understand how a person can get so pissed/frustrated/irritated/unhappy/upset in maybe let's say.... a club?

We're there to party, to have a great time with friends... to let loose ...no?

I just don't quite understand how one can get to the extend of being SO FRIGGIN MAD PISSED , followed by sweeping everything off the table...

ALL the bottles... the glasses....

and continue throwing punches at the other party for whatever mistake he or she did that displeases you in any way? (most of the time a would be a "he" ) Is it worth the fight? really? Why do you fight like it's the end of the world?

Under the influence of alcohol maybe.

I mean.... most of the time it started off with what I would still deem as "PUNY"

like accidentally pushing someone for example ?

The one being pushed would stare back hard and give a face which totally screams" I DON'T CARE I DEMAND AN APOLOGY NOW !!!!!!!!!"

If an apology isn't received....

and in WORSE SCENARIOS, some would act all blur about the blatant sorry and stare back just as hard and a fight would start. Almost instantly.

Sometimes, leading to a group fight... in unfair situations like maybe.. 3 is to 1?

Not funny.

But hey.. the one being pushed....you didn't fall that hard to the ground, did you? Your teeth are still intact sitting in your mouth aye?

Let go... don't go after the "sorry" ... Be the bigger wiser man.

Just recently, one  happened. Didn't witness the entire situation but it happened to a Butch, who we thought was a guy at first by her dressing . I had zero clue on what triggered this fight to start.

All I heard from my friend was that...

She was on the ground trying to defend herself from the unremitting kicks and punches that was thrown to her by 3 men where she laid on the broken glass . Her face wasn't spared.

By the time it came to the attention of the bouncer , it was too late. The fight ceased.

Leaving the battered poor girl with blood oozing out and rolling down from the wounds/cuts on her face (and I don't know where else) dripping onto the carpet as she is being carried out of the site immediately..

Being attended to with the help of the first aid box to disinfect her wounds while waiting for the ambulance to arrive . All I could do was feel sorry.

The last I saw was on my way out to get a cab....

The injured was rooted onto the gurney which was somehow a chair.

Omg dudes... chill please? Who knows?All that just to hear a "sorry" maybe?

Not forgetting the price you'll have to pay for, when you let your anger get the best of you ...

In more exaggerated but possible scenarios, what if you accidentally kill someone in the process of venting out your anger , in a moment of folly , even if you have no intentions of doing so?

Are you ready to face the music?

And, what about your family? Your own actions doesn't solely affect you.

It affects everyone around you, Your family, friends and all those whom you played a role in their life and vice versa.  Why are they being "punished" along with you for your rashness and misdeed acts?

Working at clubs... I have never gotten into a fight with anyone ...not even minor ones. And , I hope it stays that way.

However, it doesn't mean I haven been pushed, scratched, punched in the arm by female strangers ... =x

Small "accidents" are very prone in clubs especially when almost everyone drinks? And, when it's soooooo crowded. Spare the person and spare yourself and just let it pass , alright? :)

This isn't a rant... Neither do I find it meaningless to post. Just my two cents.

I'm always asking you people to come party! Lol!

I feel partially obligated to remind you guys, party animals in particular... of what you all should already know in a sober state of mind.

It breaks my heart to see the aftermath of fights like this.

Goodbye. Please be alright. X

Are we alone ? ( Part two)

Continuous from PART ONE!

*chills down the spine*

Are you ready? :p haha

1) Manchester it was, where Z chanced upon this meeting. On the way to Z's room after her dinner, she noticed a figure leaning against the wall by the side of the hotel lobby leading to the lifts. It was a bony woman clothed in ethnic Asian attire, her head wrapped in a dark scarf. She remained motionless while the flurry of hotel guests walked past her from both directions. 

None threw a glance her way. Yet the woman stood out like a sore thumb. Why didn't anyone notice her? As Z walked towards her, the hairs on the back of her(Z's) neck stood erect. Something was not quite right, she knew. But still, that was the only way to reach the lifts. Eyes lowered to the gleaming floor, she briskly made her way there, taking care to inch as far as she could from the lone figure.

Walk! Just walk! Don't look! The terrified girl (Z) told herself. The bent figure raised her head the moment she was within mere meters away. Instinctively, Z raised hers as well and their eyes met. Except that instead of eyeballs, what greeted Z was a pair of hollow black pits. Somehow the ghostly entity knew that this human had the unwelcome ability to sense her presence and wanted to make contact. Either that or it was curious to see how fast the poor girl (Z) could sprint across the lobby without wetting herself.

2) Yet another disturbing experience. Unable to sleep, D tossed and turned on the overly-soft and creaky mattress. Think sleepy thoughts, he told himself. Just then, the temperature dropped several notches, bringing a sudden chill to the room. He pulled the duvet up his chest and curled up on his side. Moments later, the other side of his bed sank lower, as though someone had laid on it. He stopped breathing and remained completely still. Again, the slight rustling of the sheets was apparent.

As much as he tried to convince himself that it was probably due to his imagination, it was impossible to ignore the movement behind his back. The bed was occupied and he was not the only one for sure. With his heart threatening to leap out of his throat, D sealed his eyes shut and prayed. When he came to it was several hours later. Not wanting to take his chances, the guy requested a change of room and made a mental note of the original room number which obviously had a "guest" who overstayed.

Realised most/almost all are overseas? 

Haven really heard stories about the ones that happened in SG... The ones I heard of are perhaps only found in Russel Lee's book. 

Anyway, 平时不做亏心事，夜半敲门也不惊。

In English, If you haven't done anything against your conscience, fear not the knock on the door at midnight.

:) 

Now now, who's with you in bed tonight?