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

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

How Much In Your Face Am I?

You don't need what you want, will you still buy it? Probably yes, because you THOUGHT it can change something. Change what? Change the bloody wind? Change the consistency? Change the form? Or change the SCORE?! No, it doesn't change those. And whatever it does change, it will be probably too minute for you to even realise the equipment advantages. Well, I gave my two cents, but you don't like them. Of course, everyone wish to be like those top-notch. Their equipment, their accessories, their actions and their performance. But, can you? And now, how much in your face am I?

When people need your favour, they make sure they look like your bloody friends. And after they are done with you, they make sure they pretend they don't know you at all. They are treating you like a piece of toilet paper. They are treating me like a piece of toilet paper, and they are the sh!ts. And like squeezing all the skeletons into the same closet, they make you look like you're invisible. But if I'm invisible, why ain't I invincible? I thought you can't beat what you can't see. Apparently not the case. And so, how much in your face am I?

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I had wasted my words away

Left with all but an awful day

And you'd got nothing to say

To just let all the truths decay

Advices you don't appreciate

The crime you would indicate

It had only made me suffocate

And death will be coming late

You'll always try to cover lies

Lying in front of his very eyes

Like I hung you with a necktie

How much in your face am I?

iWonder: Impromptu

WHEN I GOT INSPIRED TO SPIT A RHYME

I MEANT IT TO BE MINE

WHEN I SPIT OUT SOMETHING BAD AND NEW

SORRY I AIN'T THINKING ABOUT YOU

THIS IS HOW MY THOUGHTS OUGHT TO BE

NOT EVEN IF YOU BEG ME ON YOUR KNEES

THIS IS HOW BORED I AM IN MY LIFE

AND YOU'RE STILL LIVING IN YOUR LIE

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

Yet So Far

Call me 'The Video Producer'! I made 5 videos of total duration of 9 mins 30 sec in 14 hours on Thursday. Sounds little but it's actually very time consuming. 2 reasons, the raw videos has to be converted and the completed videos has to be exported; and my laptop is f***ing slow. Anyway, the "customers" seemed pleased with the product. Well, creativity is the key, though more can be put in.

Alas, I was promoted to Corporal (CPL) on Friday. Which means, slightly more money next month onwards. It's not exactly very significant in terms of authority difference, but it is definitely the indicator of me closer to my ORD day. WooHoo! Now, Imma look forward to Corporal First-Class (CFC) possibility.

She made my day no matter what. I'm always been thinking of her every now and then. And look forward to her tweets everyday. Though she doesn't know me, and we are few thousand miles apart.

I use miles instead of kilometres because miles is more presentable in literature. I use inch instead of centimetres because it is shorter to type. But, in math and/or science context stuff, I will use the SI units.

I'm looking forward to studying, though I reckon I will face a lot of difficulties in Uni.

From now onwards, Imma say 'World Wide Web' instead of 'WWW'. Did you even realise that it's 3 times more syllabus of the latter to the first?

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The hunger of power made the whole world blind

As the rich are wasting what the poor cannot find

Their difference in hunger had left them far behind

But it was their love to the world made them kind

Till my heart decides to put me to my eternal rest

Imma keep sounding out my plead or my request

Catch me kill me assassinate me and be my guest

I will still continue with my unprejudiced conquest

I put on the mask and hide away the burning scar

With it I can barely gaze the beautiful shining star

Those dead people had hung faces of real bizarre

As unquestionably the end of the war is yet so far

My Sadness And Frustration

Lust vs Love

With regards to the Facebook post that I'd made. The one about couples falling in love. There is a reason for why I wrote it. How can you not wonder the lust-love of a person (guy or girl) when he/she claim he/she had fallen in love over so many times in so many relationships (around 10). Then what was the previous one? Hypocrisy? I don't get it, how can a person get "head over heels" and/or "swept by the feet" for ALL the relationships he/she had experienced? I mean, I ponder what was going through the person's mind and the mental state. Could it be lust? Or could it be, really, love? I think only the person himself/herself can answer.

Performance vs Calibre

This is regards to the question, 'Who should be the leader? The one with the results, or the one with the leadership qualities?' I mean, c'mon. Face it, people will sometimes get confused with the two abilities of one person. And when choosing the leader, some will consider choosing the one with the best results while others consider the one with the calibre. If I had a choice, I will choose calibre, if it is present. No matter what, performance is never equivalent to being a good leader. He/she is at most a good role model. But sometimes, the votes were won through fan-favouritism. And I think, with certain management skills, he/she can be a convincing leader, since there is an ensured "fan" in the organisation. But, which is better? You'll have to decide yourself, if "Every Vote Counts" is valid.

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This is my Love-in-Lieu to you, I loved you when you hated me. Now, I don't love you and you forgot me already. So, now I'm experiencing the 'Moving-on' phase, don't disturb me. Imma let you finish, but you are one of the most memorable disturbance of all time in my life. Goodbye, Y. "When life keeps us blind, love keeps us kind. It keeps us kind." - The Messenger; "It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now. You kicked me when I was down. But whatcha say didn't hurt me, no more. You showed me nothing but hate, you ran me into the ground. But what comes around goes around. And now I don't need you, no more." - No Love.

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When I was locked in the dungeon

My energy got completely stricken

If I know my sincerity had weaken

I have sarcasm as my best weapon

Just as I had met this irony bummer

The wind did not make me warmer

And now I'd behaved even stranger

To burn you down with my humour

While humans seek for continuation

I feel so cold and lost in desperation

I have stopped at this cross junction

Recalling my sadness and frustration

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

A 5-String Guitar

Yesterday, today and tomorrow is my off days. Partially because I'm sick of that place for a bit. I wanted to shoot on Wednesday but overslept. A pretty good indicator what time I'll wake up if not for the alarm clocks I planted in my bunk.

Restless days turn reckless video watching. "Mythbusters" was playing n my laptop screen for the past 48 hours. Sweet. I personally loved the 'Mega Movie Myths' episodes. You see the mythbusters bust those incredible movie-only stuns. Especially the one where they 'picked' the locks with guns and the escape route by making a hole on the ground with, well, guns as well.

Singing to my money - "This is the way you left me, I'm not pretending. No hope, no love, no glory. No happy ending." But what do you know, I'm wasting yet another sum of money pretty soon.

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The string broke and I was playing a weird chord

I'd found new ways to make a music for the record

Like cutting enemies with a new sharpened sword

Lucky for the new set of strings I could not afford

Without the lyrics it would not be the song I'd get

The plain melody just doesn't have the criteria met

Like fishmongers catching fishes without their nets

Hence anyone can play it differently up to any fret

Sitting on the chair placed in the middle of the bar

The roof covered the skies so I can't see the stars

When all the emotions fill up upon those old scars

Now I'm playing a new tune using a 5-string guitar

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

Crossed Different Eras

310th post, if you're still reading, my advice is, scram.

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Stay in shade when the situation gets messy

The atmosphere in the air will soon turn ugly

Fists will spark and make their faces bloody

The party end dirty and no one stays happy

Tears can't be seen if they'd fall with the rain

I don't need sympathy that causes more pain

Today is the day I endure my emotions again

No one would know how the wounds retain

Finally I can reach that definitely huge quota

And attain it without applying the stupid visa

While I stepped cross the river form by lava

Past two decades and crossed different eras

Cuando El Vencedor Decide Quién Es El Perdedor (When The Victor Decides Who Is The Loser)

In the long week that past, there's really a lot of things that came to mind and went off with the wind. Most importantly, subject didn't change. Same old shit, over and over again. I'm feeling a little poetic, though no word came to mind yet.

I learnt a new thing: Romance Languages. It was not that the languages speak off romantically, but it was of Roman origin. Examples are: Latin, Italian, French etc. All these languages interest me, though I understand nuts about them. *Haha*

Spanish version of Jackavle: Jackavale. It means "Jack Guarantees". Beautiful mistake. Haha.

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As the rain falls all the things became our history

Simply explained why was it shared as our story

When you were opening up a brand new gantry

I'd tried hard to make to my presence a mystery

Recall the night when we'd engaged in an accost

Didn't expect the tension led to the relation frost

Whatever's the price to pay at whatever the cost

I don't want to find myself lonely and gotten lost

The reason for you missing out that critical factor

Was due to you who placed an unnecessary filter

As results had already shown who'll be the victor

Cuando el vencedor decide quién es el perdedor

(When the victor decides who is the loser)

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