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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

I'm Just Mediocre

There had been no decent person lurking around the neighbourhood. There are only a Control-Freak, Whiny-Prick, Ego-Pussy, Lepak-Loiterer, Backstabber, Cap-Thrower and Fame-Adorer. And only a few that are arguably humane. Well, too bad, I have no say about them. By the way, Backstabber, stop whining about your f***ing complexion, no one gives a damn about it, b!tch.

I don't understand, 20-odd people went for competition, but the WHOLE club ceased training for the day of competition. Perhaps it's a sign of progress towards a new chapter, better not be a screwed up one. If the results are averagely good, it's still acceptable, missing one day of training won't hurt. But they are only having a handful of above-average bunch and uncounted numbers of sub-standard ones. And for the latter, every training counts. But I don't understand their rationale, and hence don't know their rationale.

I don't know, I'm at lost now. I'm suffering in silence now, and when I leave, Imma suffer in a different form. People tell me to enjoy while I can. But I couldn't find a single moment which I can enjoy, less the short span of sleep I get each day. Luckily, I might still be able to find some schoolmates in Uni to become study buddies, and they are imba in their studies. Haha.

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They are undoubtedly the biggest dogs in the block

So all I do is to spit the sickest words just to mock

I was tied up in an invisible and inevitable headlock

But Imma be staying wide awake around the clock

When I began to explore onto this scavengers' land

More than once the canopy of greed I had scanned

The more I tried the more I'd injured both my hands

And finally I understand literally where I really stand

These of popular-wannabes wanna start to conquer

And the terminator stayed back to act as an anchor

I'd decided to forgo the past and manage my anger

Because so to those biggest dogs I'm just mediocre

Right About Here

I had, seriously, never seen such a pathetic retard. Living nearly 20 years of age in this high-technological society but don't even know how to unlock a computer.

Well, anyways, shooting had never been harder when you know what you need to do but you are just not doing it. I had been weaker once I stop shooting for more than a week. And this is not doing me any good. I know I can, but I just was not doing it right. If only I had more time to train. Damn the stupid Saturday "the non-productive" work day. Now, before I can solve one problem, another surfaces. And consistency is going south, with my lousy form last time, I still got my consistency to a certain extend but not any more.

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Your pinata contains full of my heart

Which you are all out to tear it apart

But it was not actually a piece of art

And you already cannot wait to start

I ain't got time to sleep and exercise

I'd decide my route by rolling a dice

Your deeds have an expensive price

When you realise it will finally suffice

The race was tight and end was near

Rubber burning and the sound I hear

Dragged the gap with you in the rear

Imma win this game right about here

Remember

There was no one shooting in SP, despite the announcement stating that it was optional training. So, I went to cycle instead. I knew there was NOAC, so I thought of cycling to ZH, but I went there 3 hours early. Hence, I cycled at the Park Connector near my house. With the total mileage of 21 km within 1 hour 30 mins.

Sometimes, I feel like replying all questions in sarcasm and make people assume that I meant it.

There goes another weekend. Tomorrow is AHM, and means I have to sleep early.

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As I en route on the return road

I want to throw my angsty loads

So different with my dress code

Make it go ballistic and explode

Eleven seconds to space bound

When catastrophe can be found

It made my head spins in rounds

As the rocket lifts off the ground

After the month of craze I sober

I'd counted down on the number

On the clear night of September

It is but your smile I'll remember

Driving Me Insane

Today I wanna speak about my life thus far. I thought I gained the most experience during my poly years. I'd met great and bad people, and am thankful to them, I learnt from their mistakes and mine as well. Especially in the field of archery. I'd gained the most knowledge for archery during this period, even though I started it 4 years prior to poly.

I started archery in sec 1, being ignorant and reluctant towards the science behind the shooting technique. I only knew I want to shoot or not back then. Until I'd met Coach Clint, whom I thought gave me the initial juice of the science behind archery. Though very minimal, I did learn something during my sec 3 transition phase. That was when I get to know how the Nat team train (roughly) by experiencing it myself. It was short span, but I think it was where I learnt the most (for secondary school), which is nuts compared to poly years.

During my poly days, I start to know much more. Basic tuning for starters. What to be tuned, how it should be tuned, why it was tuned this way and not that, and the science behind. Slowly, I learnt about the physics behind equipments, plunger, stab, dampers, limbs and arrow. So much information, which I failed to capture during my 4 years in secondary school. It was meaningful, nonetheless, and later part of my poly years, I was introduced to profound science behind shooting itself. Tough training I must say, but I believe that it marks the start of much more things I have to learn in the future. Now, I'm down, but it'll be soon over. At most 10 months from now.

There are bad times as well, there are people that I feel disgusted. Not just those who showed attitude towards me, they are just mutually exclusives. But I do learn from those people, at least I know how to identify similar "species" next time, and change my attitude to accommodate their tolerance too. It was those hypocrites that I can hardly fathom and decipher. Seen an extreme example, and if I name who that is, I think I will have to silence all who read this. Haha. Nevertheless, now I know, to self-caution against potential "candidates".

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When I look up at the disappearing moon

I feel low and notice it is the month of june

When the hounds howling out of their tune

Without you is making me yet another lune

I know perfectly that it is just not my yard

I entered when I assume there is no guard

Time has no mercy and struck me so hard

All it left is but a useless piece of postcard

The clear as mud reason is hard to explain

You wish you are on your private airplane

This idiocy is causing me a painful migraine

The cold wind blowing is driving me insane

Me Despicable

Honour your words, before others own them for you. But you did it wrongly, you thought you are the big f***, but only in your dreams. You want people to respect you, you must first respect them. Else, it is only the authority that they fear.

A few events happened and bypassed in the event of me procrastinating my blogging. But I'll still share the most recent happenings. I bought a new arm guard and arrow rest. I got back to shooting 70m, though not properly yet, and I will frequent the distance more to get use to it again. I have more to learn and need more time to train. Else, not matter what equipment I was equipped with, are but cosmetics. 

Anyway, when I saw the YOG archery matches, that was when I felt utterly out-dated. The rules for IKO/TKO were changed, mainly the scoring system, I think. It became a more subjective game, as tide can change, much more easily.

But none the less, the foundations and fundamentals must be there, for none of these, get you nowhere. This two 'F's meant everything. At the same time, meant nothing. In a competition, it is the numbers that count.

I want to buy new limbs already. The current pair is warped, and not in good shape (but still FFF*). And Horace didn't want to lend me his "practically untouched" 900CX. Haiz. 'Tahan' till ORD, when I enroll into Uni, then I buy. Or it became UFF**/Unserviceable. Whichever come first. I don't really need it now, since I'm not competing as much as in the past and/or the future. It's between what I NEED and what I WANT.

*FFF - Fit For Firing.

**UFF - Unfit For Firing

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Unlike you, I don't have the leader's charisma

Similarly both of us do have one smelly aroma

Forgo your evil deed that brought bad karma

There'll be no pit of death as this is not Sparta

When you start to find your sentence misaligns

It means that it isn't a good start but a bad sign

And what you'd done just made you the swine

Pushed all the blamed to me and faults be mine

Like anagrams I make all your words scrabble

So I had you sounded as ever so contemptible

By this I do not mean I had made you stumble

But I do know it had but make me despicable

Get Over With The Raid

Tuned my arrows + 150 shots (More than most people who shot on the same day) on Saturday. The tuning was madness, just because I forgot the fact that they were all almost a quarter inch shorter than my previous set. Then the stiffness changed and difficult to fathom the gap of difference. Partially also because it was nearly 2 years since I last tuned my plunger. Haiz.

My A/C arrows history:

2006 - Cartel SMART (it was an idiotic choice)

2007 - Cartel XPert (Only a little better than the first)

2008 - Easton A/C/Extreme (The best thus far)

2010 - Easton A/C/Gold (Yet to be tested)

Versions of my name:

English - Jackavle

Spanish - Jackavale

Korean - 재게윌

*Disclaimer: This post was made on Sunday, but I only got time to publish on Thursday.

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I sing that same old song all over again

So you'll get my message and my pain

For the credits and success you'll gain

I was ground dirt and your shirt's stain

Belief is what I didn't have nor believe

The round table made me take a leave

Just when I am turning over a new leaf

The situation was never close to relief

I used to have fears but I wasn't afraid

I'll reach out to those who need my aid

So that those terror got the prices paid

It's the time we'll get over with the raid

Kingdom Fell

SAFTI Soccer Cup was an event I won't forget. Why? Not because my wing won, as we didn't, but because it was one day (and night) that consisted tiredness and stress. Due to the fact that we are the admin/conducting wing, all the sh!t we have to do. And I kena arrows too. Print the photos and laminate them. Then burn the DVDs for Happy Hour, end up of no use.

Anyways, Golf/Sierra got fourth placing. Though we are a strong team to start up with. By the time we're in the semis, GK got injured, the "Manager"-cum-star-player wasn't around and all was screwed up. Ended in a tie AET, and subsequently lost the penalty shootout. At the Third-Placing match, 2 star players weren't around and we got trashed. Ah well, sh!t happens.

Then it was the Happy Hour, do nothing than being the driver for a few trips in and out of the Officer Mess. Then, saw the ugly sight of the pervy uncles. Shan't name them, it'll get ugly. The Carlsberg girls are like f***, yet the uncles go and flirt with them. Yeez. Had good food though, didn't eat much either. Nice all the same, especially the Kebab look-alike and Pulot Hitam.

By the time I was done helping in clearing up the mess (both meanings), move the things back to wingline and reach home, it was already 2330. And the washing of my jersey, was a headache as well. Since I was so tired and shagged, I didn't wash it thoroughly, and left the rest to my mom. And ended my day, with twists of tiredness and sore on the legs.

So was the following Saturday. I didn't recover my strength after such a long day, so my form damn 'chui'. Hence I didn't step on the muddy field. Partly also because I got too muddied the day before (referring to the soccer tournament).

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How much senses to put into your seduction

To cover your thoughts with some protection

Moving a few steps closer to your perfection

That's the way of how I'd spelled satisfaction

Investigating on all the things the thieves took

Combs the area and even give a second look

Like the way of how I'd had played the rook

Differ from the moves explained in the books

Singing those war songs I knew of all so well

Bringing the enemies from heaven now to hell

No novels had more things that you could tell

Than stories of how that inferior kingdom fell

Nothing But Vernacular

I did hit 1000 arrows within a month. Or slightly more but I didn't count them. I took score on 18m, and as expected, I hit above my high score this time. With 259, I'm still not satisfied by it, my score index states that theoretically I should hit 270. It's what I can, but not what I did.

But second round was madness, I wasn't anchoring properly because I'd concerned too much on the target and my shots were going hay-wire. And hit a whole-year low record of 221. I'm ready, form-wise. But not, mental-wise.

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Until my mind had finally explode

It took off safely and hit the road

But it could switch to silent mode

Breaking the voice's sacred code

Dusk approached as sky darken

I had no idea how things happen

But the faith and ties had broken

It is the lies that you will summon

I shouldn't say it was spectacular

Not pointing to anyone particular

Pain you cheated off the swindler

Something nothing but vernacular

Lives Are In A Mess

I had completed 900 shots thus far, after 3 weeks. Which means, I'm left with 100 to go to meet 1000 shots in 4 weeks. Next week, though, I have to stay back on Saturday for the morning. Sian. Not sure if I'm going to even shoot at all.

I'm not prepared yet, for indoors. I still got the target panic-ness that I had since last year.

My laptop failed on me. It's even a close shave that it can be turned on properly. Now, my CAPS lock, left ALT, Fn, and the letter "z" can't be used. Darn. FML.

I saw improvements in my form, after video taping it down. Though there's still significant mistakes here and there all over the shop. I'm still working hard towards changing them.

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When the stranded met the ever rich voyeur

It seemed to be the teacher meeting a junior

Experience gained was an uncountable figure

Making him your prefect boredom's saviour

When you wish you had got the best lawyer

Defeat the other and claim the rightful winner

And as the assassin creep in with his dagger

He asked whether had you said your prayer

When boredom had been sent for a redress

It is worst than what the others would guess

The key lies within the things I would obsess

And as and when others' lives are in a mess

Anchor The Epoch

Today was a freaking hot day. But nonetheless, tried out shooting 18m and took score. I gabra'd two shots, and missed them. Hence, total I got only 665/800. It was lower than last year, but it was consistent. I need to squeeze out more concentration when aiming. My faults had all gone to the target panic-ness I had in shooting tri-face. I really wish to go NUS-indoor, for it's one competition I had yet to overcome, mentally.

I need new arrows, like soon. Another arrow's cracking and I can do nuts about it. God-damn it!!

I downloaded some cool apps for my phone. One of which is the Google Goggles. It's an app that analyses the picture and retrieve related web searches from the web. I tried on Pepsi and KFC, it worked. Though it only worked famous or well-known products/company or landmarks. Cool all the same. Then was the Hangman and Reactor game. The Reactor game is a 2-player game where you have to tap your area when the criteria falls true (like 5 different shapes or correct equation). It's fun but I lost to my sister twice, because I had made too many mistakes.

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Once the night falls and candle turns to wax

My brain would had gotten its necessary tax

So I laid down and my mind get a comfy lax

It was your face that pumped me to the max

When I do the sums inside the love equation

But my answer did not tally with the solution

Who is wise enough to give me a suggestion

On how can I get rid of this pitiful obsession

Of the reason the devil created such a havoc

We shall ask the one lying on that hammock

Deep inside the centre of the ruined paddock

In order to know how they anchor the epoch

Music To My Ears

Plan A - A plan by an a%$hole

Plan B - A plan by a bastard

Plan C - A plan by a cockster

Plan D - A plan by a demon

Plan E - A plan by an extra

Plan F - A plan by a f***er

Plan G - A plan by a good guy

So, always deploy Plan G, whenever required.

I bought my earphones at last!! 200 bucks though. But I like the quality sound produced. Love it actually. UM1 rocks!!

I might end up buying A/C/G. Since I still got spare parts of it. And its price is at the acceptable range. Though I would not cross out Nano-XR just yet, since the price is the same.

Anyway, I clocked 300 arrows today. And was the quickest ever. 1000 - 1430. 4.5 hrs is all I needed and I even shot 50 arrows at 18m tri-face. And best of all, I felt that I'm progressing throughout the weeks, though still weak in stamina.

I hadn't been blogging for two weeks, now that I realised. Basically there wasn't anything to share. Other than some miscellaneous stuff. Next week, I'll be on course, on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Weird timing but, ah well. Luckily, Friday is a public holiday. I really hope I get into the video production course. So that I can have a better COS by the time I ORD.

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I wish I could meet the Goddess of Luck

So I can get her to give me an extra buck

Like the leeches it is the money they suck

They will live until the meteor rains struck

Even though it showers on the rainy days

I had felt the warmth in the month of may

Forgetting the world I knew at yesterday

I'll create my future and I'll live it my way

I had gotten from you two different tears

All from love and hate but was never fear

Your voice was all I had wanted to hear

Playing in my mind like music to my ears

Sad

Today was disastrous, I feel weak after falling sick and not shooting for nearly 2 weeks. And the target-aiming is making me make more mistakes than ever. But I still made 200 shots today, nonetheless. Oh, the by-product was the tan I'd gotten from the sun. It was scorching.

I feel like buying a guitar, and try to self-learn throughout my remaining NS life, to keep myself from getting too bored. But, the budgeting issue is still "migrainic".

*The following isn't the original lyrics*

"I knelt down the ground and pulled out a ring. And said, "Marry me, Juliet". You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby just say yes."

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I'd wish that I was that knight that rid the horse with silver gauntlet

Picking up my princess she was wearing a gown and it was scarlet

Brought her away from the dark lord and escaped to our own islet

As she is singing and lying on my shoulder at the side of the rivulet

Though the Romeo and Juliet love story is all but my insane notion

Compromising the ideas is making me part of my dream's fractions

Staring down at the empty spaces until I saw the eyes of the ocean

They were looking back at me saying that I was out of proportion

Finding why things happened and I conclude that it was pretty bad

The pain I suffered now made me question myself what I really had

And the love that disappeared out of nowhere is driving me so mad

All I could do is to think of my Juliet, my empty hands and feel sad

Isn't A Fairy Tale

The week was the same as before, less the part when I had to do work. Haha, some may think this life is good. But tell you, believe me it isn't. Though we slept most of the time, there's practically nothing meaningful we did.

Saturday, went to shoot despite the weather. Blank butt'd all the way. And made 300 shots by 1430. That was fast. Very fast.

Most of the time, if not all, over-confidence make you fall. But fighting spirit, had never let me down. That's the reason why, even until now, I passed most things at first try. (The only thing I didn't, was Higher Maths CA, because I didn't study.)

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The demons of hell had no time to break nor rest

The monsters are fighting their way to be the best

Along the way they have to pass the undying test

So that they could escape the Hades' bloody nest

The fate of mine has not come and it's getting late

Faith will soon lay to waste of die at this very rate

Time will run out until life decides to close its gate

And there will be no way my soul can regenerate

As I reach the cross road where it stood the bale

I tried to outrun but it'd managed to catch my tail

I can't decide between the paths of which is real

But I'm most certain that the story isn't a fairy tale

Ran Out Of Ink

Today, I missed training. Went to SP for nothing. So I "upgrade" my grip further.

The past week was short and sweet. Less Thursday midnight. Played soccer on Wednesday night, it was very, very tiring. Mainly because of the long warm-up practice we had before starting the match. Luckily, Golfers won again, close margin though, by 1-0. Thereafter was Barbeque, all the way till 2359. Then by the time I reached back wingline, it was 0010 already. And after bathing, I had to help out Wing2IC with his stuff, though I didn't really do much. We ended work at 0415. Slept at 0430. And then woke up at 0745. Luckily, it was half-day and I left Safti at 1330.

I went to book hunt, at Harris@JP. Bought 'Warcraft: War of the Ancients - Archives'. It can last me for another 3-4 months I guess, assuming I read 1 chapter a day. It's not that I'm a slow reader, but I constraint myself from reading too much, else I'll finish the book too soon, I'll waste more money in the end.

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In the crowd it was your eyes that mine had met

There is a mark of me falling in love I would bet

You're like the stars that I couldn't reach nor get

Because you are the universe's brightest star yet

Others thought money made the world go round

And you are the finest gem that I have just found

Its price is so that the number goes out of bound

I couldn't bare to even see it touches the ground

Love is what you would never imagine and think

It isn't just about the two making the perfect link

It is also about the sync of their breath and blink

Writing love letters till all the pens ran out of ink

Perfect Immersion

Let me start from what happened on Wednesday, and thereafter describe my whole week after that day.

Wednesday, 0745. WSM came knocking at our doors, order us to fall in at common area in 5 minutes' time. And so we did. He then questioned us why didn't we show up for the Handball competition. I was like "WTF?!" Then I told him, "we didn't know it was compulsory and need to go." But he crapped a whole lot of shits and confined us on friday night, only to book out on Saturday morning. From Thursday onwards, my life was rather lethargic. Until Saturday morning, I rushed to the cookhouse to scan for the breakfast that was indented. Slept for another 5 minutes, then moved out for training at 0740.

Today's training was terrible, for the 70m part. I think I really lacked training, especially long-distance. I missed one arrow for each end I shot at 70m, and for what reason? Tired. Merely it, costed my shots. So, I end up shooting blank butt all the way after lunch. Manage to clock 300 shots by 1500. Which is pretty fast, considering the number of shots per end and time I took to rest.

Went to Causeway Point after training, to check out the earphones, and guess what. The PRICE WENT UP!! From $159 to $199, from $399 to $429. What's wrong with Stereo? Jack up the price by so much. Online is selling USD109, which is S$155. I think I'll buy online, once again.

I mistook some stranger as her today. It's been awhile, but her life doesn't matter to me anymore. Her life matters, to someone else. Which is good, so long as she's happy, I hope.

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Thou shalt try to miss a few lip service payment

Falling into the trap of time until the last moment

The sand in my hour glass is the time's fragment

Picking the right grain to face thy last judgement

In the war when I was just a low-ranked soldier

It shalt be a huge mistake and life-staking wager

Counting my chances with the unknown stranger

Now I am fighting the war like the naked ranger

Thou hast been semi-trapped into her seduction

Worked thy future forward towards completion

Searching along the line finding thy life's solution

Use thy mistake to make the perfect immersion

Too Real

Last night was wasted, after drinking too much. Period. I'm not talking about it.

Today, I fail to wake up to go for training, as was too shagged. And I tried to put on the grip tape for my riser, it was a disaster. Tried time and time again just to get it to fit closely to the grip itself, but still not as perfected. As the shape changed after customizing, the 'wrapping' was to be much different.

I realise myself blogging lesser and lesser, mainly because of my stay-in life. A bore and more bore. Until business falls upon myself, I'm physically not serving the nation to be precise.

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I hath suffered thy assaults all over these years

And all I could do is to hide away all my fears

Endure my pains until thy end had drawn near

I can't afford to shed nor can I show my tears

Stick on them for thou act like but a pity louse

When fear comest thou ran like a petty mouse

Soon thou shalt find thyself an identical spouse

Then thou hath a pair of nonsense in thy house

As all of thy injuries had slowly started to heal

And it only goes down to how I'd actually feel

I won't transform into that mighty man of steel

The stupidity of thou had seemed just too real

Getting A Grip

Bought a block/tube of epoxy putty to customise my riser grip yesterday. Thinking that Jager grip was too expensive. Though I really liked the feeling of it. I thought I did a pretty decent grip, but the curvature can be improved. I don't have a Jager grip to compare, so I have to test it out next week.

How I do it:
1) Mix the putty (Duh!).
2) Spread it on the grip where you want it to be (Preference I think).
3) Press to get a close-to ideal shape. (You need to have it in mind before you start)
3.5) You may want to do it in stages, to get better results as the putty starts to cure pretty quickly (approx 3 mins).
4) Use a pen knife or other cutter to scrape it to the rough ideal shape.
5) Use a coarse wet-and-dry sand paper (Silicon-carbide) to smoothen the putty. (Do it wet, if you know what I mean)
6) Use a finer/finest sand paper to do the preferred finishing.

I made it on the not-so smooth side, as I thought that if I don't have a grip tape, I still need a non-slippery grip to shoot more comfortably.

Today, I went to help my dad to pack up the cardboards for recycling (actually for more cash). It was a hell of a dusty workshop, could barely breathe properly. Oh, and I get to drive a pick-up for the first time. Haha!

My brother completed JCC, at last. After 9 days of Jungle Confidence training, he will attain a JCC badge across his left chest.

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I'm like falling into the never ending dark cold pit

There's no way I can get out nor will I ever get it

Your mistakes had gotten me to destroy my wits

Blame me so I looked like I'm just a social misfit

Broken trusts are like a dam gotten a severe leak

Something that made him breaking up your clique

Sorrows may had at most lasted one whole week

I can only say that your brain and mind are weak

So long as the blood on my scar continues to drip

Making sure that your bag of lies will slowly unzip

I will then give your trickeries a good tear and rip

And I'll then force you to be literally getting a grip

En Route On My Trek

Did trekking instead of shooting because the field was not available. Did an approx. 10km trekking from SP to home. Tiring, but shiok. Though I could had reached earlier if not the road works that made the whole route messed up. But still reached in time as planned. Next time, shall recce for such treks. 

Didn't have a good day overall. Had a meaningless argument with my mom. Why? Just because I asked her to expect more of my brother in his OCC, while she claim she would be happy if he OOC'd. So I argued on my point, brought in extreme examples like her studies. Shouldn't had but wasn't on bad intention nor insult. All I said was, "Do you not study hard because you knew you are not going to continue studying after your second year? You should still study hard even if it was the end, no one said you can't" Yet, she thought I was overboard, and talked nonsense that was way out of point of the whole argument. Thereafter, I stayed silence, while she continue to go out of topic. Anyway, she didn't say I was overboard because I was overboard, but because she'd lost the argument. She had always been a sore-loser, wanted to win and not lose. Always speak the better of herself or her property. Whenever I speak of the weakness of my brother, she'll question why I don't speak of his strength. But, THAT WAS NOT THE POINT!!!

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Like the tortoise chasing the rabbit in the race

He starts with his oh so slow and steady pace

Out running the rabbit right in front of his face

Against the odds and take the win in his place

Perhaps it wasn't a single part of my concerns

This was the reason why he would never learn

It was the notices of your deaths I would burn

This journey is too long for me to make a turn

Ten more days till I receive my next paycheck

I wished not to give my saving an awful wreck

And I had to tolerate all the aches on my neck

When time wastes while I en route on my trek

Superior

Friday was a nightmare. Was doing spring cleaning for the whole wing. It's for the upcoming inspection though, not CNY. The stupid scraping of the duct tape, made me smelled thinner for like 4 hours. 

Saturday was a near waste of time. Headed to SP to find out that there's no field. When we were thinking of where else to shoot, our final resort was to shoot at NUS. Had a lousy form that day. I can't feel whether am I doing the right things or not, and most of the time I was doing the wrong things. That's for not been shooting for two weeks. The training stopped at lunch, and right before heading home, itchy-backside got the better of me. I did a 1.5 hours route march around my neighbourhood. Approximately about 6km.

Am watching POTC now. Good night.

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You shall never know when I will be alive

Until the very day would soon pass us by

The day will come fourth and I'll soon die

So people, shall we hoist the colours high

When unimportant became the immaterial

The measurements taken was not imperial

Someone came to tell that they aren't real

But it's something everyone thinks special

When I'm done dealing with all the inferior

And will I be awarded the medal for valor

My cold-heartedness is name as my vigor

So mark me as the one and only superior