New Chapter Begins

It's been awhile. Because I had moved towards Twitter for short and immediate thoughts and diary-entries. Anyway, I'd matriculated to Nanyang Technological University (NTU), and just started first day of school today.

Last entry was Feb, a short one that I used it to publicise my synopsis. In between the official last entry, it would be 8 months without blogging. Been through a lot. Change of citizenship, getting GST bonus, Growth Dividend, Parliamentary Elections 2011 and ORD (nonethe less. Last of which was the start of school, during Special Sem. I took it to kick start my intellectual engine.

I'm at another low for archery. Lost all strength because I wasn't avoiding being an uninvited guest, 6 months was too much a time not to train at all. Now, I'm slowly gaining back and solving my target panic at 70m. But, I find becoming a junior once again an experience that I enjoyed. No burden, no fear of the politics and more freedom in what I do and say. Speaking of it, I really want to become an archer who can shape others at the same time by sharing whatever I had learned in the book I'd gotten. Doesn't really matter if I'm in the exco or being the captain or not at all, it's what I think I can do to contribute. Actually, being either the exco or captain is a burden itself, really kudos to all those people who are/were there.

I bought a lot of stuff for my equipment. Namely the stab and limbs. Limbs will be collected by Wednesday.

Before that, was my ORD. 21 June 2011. It's already a month after it. It was not as exciting as what people would imagine. It's the day I got my Pink IC (for the first time). To those still in it, your time will come. 

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I will keep moving away and never hide

Sticking to the tide and flow with the ride

I can't let nobody take me in his stride

For my money in the bank and my pride

Let the dreams fly and the hope be high

Sharing a story than telling kids your lie

Word things logically and don't ask why

Don't make things vanish before you die

As you stroll the streets lower your chin

Don't mind the people and their evil grin

What's crucial is the qualities laid within

Put up a smile as the new chapter begins

RIPPA01JACK: Source of Evil

I had posted my synopsis of part 1 of one of my trilogies. Read it @ http://hellsplitwindriders.blogspot.com. Enjoy!

Complain

I had decided to lodge a feedback/complain to ICA. I was too pissed to let this pass just like that. Here it goes:

I had received the notification for the collection of passport and subsequently booked the appointment on 24/12/2010, 1445 hrs to collect it. I arrived 25 minutes early, at 1420 hrs I was at the kiosk taking my queue number (3197). I then went into the waiting area, and due to the crowd, I waited sitting on the floor diagonally in front of counters 13 to 16 (which I was told on the queue number slip to do so) and literally STARING at the LCD panel allocated for the 4 counters and also the counters' respective panels just in case I missed my number. I saw the number changing rather SLOWLY, due to the personnel attending to the others who were there already. Around 1435 hrs, three numbers appeared, they were: 3195, 3198 and 3199 consecutively. I was wondering why my number didn't appear. I thought I was later than the three people and my appointment time was not yet due. Apparently it wasn't so.

I waited and waited, not taking my eyes off the panels. But my number didn't show. After an hour of waiting, I got impatient and checked with the registry/service counter. I said, "I think my number was SKIPPED." Yet the lady claimed my number was already shown and I MISSED it. How could it be? She then directed me to counter 27, which I did and thereafter served 10 minutes or so later. Upon collecting my passport, I asked, "What exactly happened? I waited for an hour and you claimed I missed the number." She replied that it was shown but I MISSED my number. Then I told her that I waited for an hour STARING at the panel, how could it be? She then acclaimed that it was shown too fast perhaps.

My complaint is, first and foremost, when I read the news which the government encourages VALUE-ADDED SERVICE for all form of industries. If this is called value-added, I am not impressed. How, as a service-line personnel, can one not attend to the customers' concern and instead claim on groundless assumptions which weren't even justified in the first place?

Next, what sort of service, may the assumption be right, is it if the number flashed on the panel was so fast, a grown-up man like myself can't register? It meant two things. One, it was flashed faster than a human brain's reaction, if not faster than light speed. Or, I'm retarded. I see numbers flashed at least twice before the next number was shown, then why wasn't mine so? Most likely, the personnel had accidentally skipped to the next number and hence mine was treated as missed. If this is not true, then I must be retardedly blind.

Last, I didn't hear any apology to for the assumption they DEPENDED on to make them look better. She didn't even look into my eyes when she explained her claim. Even a junior shopping mall sales assistant knows to apologise to the customer first when something went wrong, whoever the fault was to be blamed on. Unless your organisation is to make the customer apologise for something they didn't do, this is far from being a good service.

My ten cents. Regards.

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So close to the limit there is simply no clearance

Though it wasn't causing any form of hinderance

Damages I'd caused deserved a death sentence

Yet thou shalt never forget the brilliant eminence

I pinned down the target to attain marksmanship

And push others off regardless of sportsmanship

In a battle there is no tolerance for any friendship

And just treat it like we had stiffened relationship

The angry kid is gonna create trouble once again

Not for the terror and for the stress just the pain

His attitude is always hard to fathom nor explain

All Imma do is to sit down and lodge a complain

Audition

Sh!ts happened and Imma say it in brief. 

2 weeks ago, after training, I saw my mom throwing the pillows and blankets out of her room. So I asked, "what happened?" She replied in a very petrified tone, "Bedbugs!! The bloody banglahs or PRCs upstairs must placed their laundry to sun and the surviving bugs dropped onto ours." And there after, it was disaster management. Clearing all the affected furniture and killed all the 'survivors'. The parasitic beings had even gone over to my sister's bed. The aftermath, is like machiam just moved in. Almost all the furniture were gone, less the wardrobe and 3 mattresses. We even scrapped our idea of going to the flyer since we got the MCD Monopoly thingy. It'll be postponed indefinitely.

The 80/10 and the permstaff went to Brunei, and I DON'T NEED TO GO!!! Still, have to report camp every day. But ain't got nothing to do man. So bored that one of the days, I slept for 15 hours! The days are short for me, long for those at Brunei. 1 week down, 2 to go. And today I'm on leave (since last Thursday).

I had made my way down to the Malaysia High Commission with regards to renunciation of my Malaysian citizenship, thrice. First time, I brought everything except the birth certificate, thus a wasted trip. Next, the next day of the first, gotten everything and submitted the forms. Last, 3 days after the previous step, to collect the letter of renunciation of citizenship. And I'm officially stateless until 14 Dec, man. 10 Dec, I'll need to get back my blue IC. 14 Dec, Imma make my way to ICA to make my pink IC, passport and do the Oath of Allegiance.

Last week ain't got any training, and I spent my leave days to town and arcade. I wanted to look for PC compatible steering wheel for racing games, but failed. All were for PS3, though one of it might be PC compatible, as mentioned on their website. I also wanted to buy the Espana Football Team jersey (the one with a star), but couldn't make up my mind so f*** the idea. I bought a few other things, a cap and ordered a laser online. I'm overspending even before I pay the cost of making of the passport and IC. There shall be a blackhole in my bank account.

This week, Imma stay in camp and do nothing man. Else, Imma spend more than I can afford to.

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Story of a Rapper-Wannabe

Auditor A: NEXT!!!

Vlad: *Walked in the middle of the audition room* Erm. Hi. Today Imma be audited via a story Imma say. This is my own story, but due to poor memory, Imma read it off the script.

Auditor B: *Nods* Carry on

Auditors: *Looked up at him*

Vlad: Here I go *Starts rapping*

This is a story about me

And it seemed

To be a little crazy

As my dreams

Are dreamt when I wasn't sleepin'

I am not gonna raise my hands to all the questions they say

Because whatever Imma spit in my way

They claimed to be insane

I was a pain

In their eyes

When I was blinded by my own lies

I chose to lie

If that'd make ya feel better than ever

I'd been to hell and thrown back like I had never

Been in that trash

Ended up a mess

And Satan said

"You shall never step into this place

I ain't got no space

For a sucker like you to stay"

So I left in a hasty pace

Like I'm sprintin' a race

When will I go to hell again it's not for me to say

So I made a pact and started to wait

Like a fishin' bait

On a thread to the line oh-so fine

But all I am to you is a disgrace

My words were used to degrade

At this rate it's either I cave in and break

Or an angel comes to stop me from makin' any mistakes.

*Took a look at the auditors, seeing them nodding their heads*

She was the reason why I picked up the mic

She is the courage of mine or the likes

And I'm climbin' up the pipe

Or walkin' on a thin line

It is just not my type to be the hype

Nor the centre of attraction

I'm just fallin' into affection

The kind of interaction

We are separated by the seas and oceans

Yet it feels like we are facin' each other

Everyday I spend time lookin' at her face

It's her smile that brightens up my days

I even start to memorise whatever she says

My addiction to her smile could had stopped me

From breathin'

Every night think 'bout her and start laughin'

Like a lunatic

That brings us back to two thousand and three

When I'm still a mass cursed criminal on killin' spree

I pretend to be calm and steady at what's comin'

But it's burnin' inside out and I can't stop squeezin'

The neck of that girl who pushed me down the stairs

And walked over me like I was part of the steps

Preventin' me from washin' off my stain with the tap

Makin' me walkin' into the classroom and became a joke

For 'em to poke

It's a bullet that took

My life away and poof

I stay as the bum and this is the proof

Yeah, that's all I have to say and share

I don't how I would had fared

But it's okay so long the air

Is cleared and I'm in good condition

And therefore ending this audition

Thanks

Auditor C: You're done? Ok. Go back and wait for notification if any. NEXT!!

The End

Multiply

I bought a new external keyboard for my laptop because my flexible keyboard die on me. This keyboard is kinda cool. But the keys are kinda hard to press if you're not use to it. 

It had been nearly 2 weeks since I last shot. But amazingly, I still got the strength to hold. Good things don't last. I still CMI on 70m. Thanks to my cramped-up shoulders. First 2 arrows are still okay, once the third one loads up, and at full draw, I couldn't expand properly. I need to work on the strength, consistency and momentum. And perhaps Imma start to read up on the book that I had been heavily depending yet neglecting.

Y'know, somethings are meant to be you-know-I-know. You'll understand the rest. I'm not gonna harp on it. It's my fault anyway, implicating to people that I don't want them to know. Well, so from now onwards, either I don't let you read what I think, or I put it in a way, so abstract, you don't motherf***ing know what is it anyways. It's your freedom, so is mine. And, if you wanna put it this way, one way or another, Imma give you what you WOULDN'T expect. 

Mister, I'm sorry that I called you a 'Fat F***', you are not fat and definitely not a 'f***'. I hope you see this and feel happy. Because if you don't, I'll feel sad. HAHAHAHA!!

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"I'm alive again, more alive than I had been. In my whole entire life I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin to spaz with a pen. I'm a little bit sicker than most sh!t's finna' to get thick again. They say the competition is stiff but I get a hard d!ck from this sh!t, now stick it in." - No Love by Eminem

"So we're back in the club. Get that bodies rocking from side to side. Thank God the week is done. I feel like a zombie gone back to life. Hands up, and suddenly we all got our hands up. No control of my body. Ain't I seen you before? I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes. 'Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again. Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again. So dance, dance like it's the last, last night of your life, life. Gonna get you right. 'Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again." - DJ Got Us Falling In Love by Usher

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We raised our fists up in the cold air

Fist fighting something invisible there

And you'd known nothing here is fair

But what was the thing we really care

Hot-headed like the bloody heat rash

Forget my words that are in my trash

I fall asleep as my emotion got a bash

But love couldn't be counted by cash

I cracked up at whatever you'd reply

Something that your statements imply

Words that machine wouldn't comply

Only the emotions that could multiply