Friday, April 17, 2009

atrocity

atrocity

i witnessed an incorrigibly disappointing sight the other day. and man, wad really is the world turning into. i seriously think some parents of our generations are seriously contributing to some of the most major damage to bring the world closer to doom. good intentions but inability and lack of understanding and experience to execute them, turning good into worse and the worst...*sighs*

i was in the office on wednesday, preparing stuff to start work. thn there was tis parent who came into the office asking abt the details of the course blah blah blah. of which in tis case, the course was apparently the one i was gonna be conducting. it was the last session of an 8 week program. so the thing is last sessions also usually refers to tests or exams in most cases. so if you're guessing, the last session of the course is a competition.

and there was also a form that the students needed to sign and get comments on. it's the NYAA bronze award. (fyi, NYAA is national youth achievement award, for whoever who doesnt know.) and seriously, i dno waz the major fuss over THESE stupid awards.

here comes the sad part. the mother was asking "worryingly". cos her child was sick. had high fever blah blah blah. made the condition sound so bad. and thn she started asking: oh i heard that there was a test or something and thn there's the NYAA thing. like what's this NYAA. and it goes on, abt the awards, etc. and she quoted that her child said he didn wanna go cos he was sick, and judging by the condition of how i heard it, that shld be the way. but thn again, the mother just continued her sentence in almost the same instant: no. you must (let me emphasise tis. YOU MUST) go. it's a test and there's tis award. it's impt. blah blah blah.

man. the moment she blew out that sentence, my whole perception totally took a 360 degrees turn. from heaven to hell. oh come on. is health more impt than a stupid bloody test and award?! that is total bullshit. i cant believe that all those crap was coming out of her mouth. and yes, after that very sentence she said, every other thing she said was just crap to me. i dn give a damn abt wad other shit she was adding on.

of all the wadever thousand things or wad, i cant believe a parent is willing to forsake a child's health to get the so-called best for the child. best meaning paper-proven "best".

more hearing-evidence that the child isnt in the best condition. the mother wanted to pick her child up after the competition cos she didn want to hav him travel ard that much, since he was SICK. so she asked wad time would b good. but if the child was in such a condition that he cant travel ard on his own, thn to my interpretation, it can only mean he's just not well enough. (but of cos, it's opened to many other interpretations as well.) and being not well enough equates to getting more rest at home and in bed.

so has health taken a back seat over other matters like achievement? like accomplishing a task, a job, a project, an assignment? i mean come on, even such unworthy acts are making its presence well known in the working society. and bcos of that, does that hav to happen on our future generations as well? think abt it, think abt the worst. wad if the person dies along the way? and there goes everything. nothing is gonna be accomplished. all these achievements are but left with no meaning.

no one knows their own bodies best. and if they know they do not want to do something or go somewhere and if they know how far they can push their bodies during an illness, thn others, regardless of whoever it is, must very well respect their decision. taz the least they can even do. LEAST is RESPECT. 

to the unsightly truth of wad has happened, i'm left with no other words to say but this. An individual's health has never been any less important than anything. It can only be more important than anything. As an athlete, I find health to be of the utmost importance. Without health, you're nothing but a living corpse.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

impeccable disaster

impeccable disaster

85+87+85+89+82+86 = 514

unbelievably full of 80s plus series. not even a single series that goes 90 and above. today's monthly shoot was major disaster but it also brought in a whole lot more learning points and necessary commitments to come. everything just went wrong when the shoot started. how ironic it was to feel that i was in control the whole time right until b4 the shoot.

reached the range just as preparation time started. (yes i know, it's not doing any good to reach the range right on time b4 the shoot. so i dn need reminders for that...) anyway, throughout the journey to the range, i felt in total control of time and everything. i knew i could do it. i knew i could execute wadever i shld and i knew i could finish everything on time. but somehow that did not turned out how i knew it would be. 

proceeded on with the normal routine of drawing weapons and laying out the equipment while having music plugged in. checked the necessary things (almost all..), filled my pelletbox (here's one mistake already.), started to suit up and with my pants and boots done (there's another learning point made here. more likely a point relearned), i was about to do some dry-firing without the jacket. turned out i didn check my rifle all that properly and i realised something was shaky on my rifle, as i shook it. found out that it was my rear sight raiser that came loose, slightly. so there i walked to my locker, took out the sight raiser tools, and walked back and tightened my sight raiser. it was still within prep time.

couldnt be bothered with dry firing w/o jacket anymore and so i juz put the jacket on. anxiety was starting to build up and the loose sight raiser distracted my thoughts, even though i've already tightened it and double-checked it. (distractional control juz didn kick in and i couldnt recover frm that loose distraction, somehow...) by now, it was already 15 mins into the shoot. others were banging away and i was dry-firing with a few more shooters at the ending lanes.

dry-firing was a total mess. no matter how i got into position, stepping in and out of the bay to find my natural alignment, i couldn't settle down and find it. something was wrong. when i tot i felt more or less steady and started my sighter shots, the sighters juz didn help in settling me dwn to start my competition shots. stability was getting worse and worse shot after shot and holding bac the trigger longer and longer made things worse. whn i pulled my first shot, everything blew. 8 followed by 9 and by 8 and 8...and it goes on. along the first two series there were even 7s that followed. the bullseye was like a untouchable dot. somewhere in the middle of the third series, i juz couldn't stand it any longer. cutting another low 7 juz made me stop, unbutton and unzip everything. sat dwn and retied my right boots lace. felt more comfortable soon after cos the tightness of the boot was starting to hinder my comfort. but it still wasn't right.

emotional control was another major fault. not being able to release the frustration caused by poor shots, shot routines and overall stability in a less violent manner put the whole mental state in an emotional distress. part of the mind was overwhelmed by the fact that time was against me. with a vulnerable mental state of mind, the distractive predators grew both from inside and outside. my mind was a prey crying out in struggle to recover. the body grew even tense with time and it wasnt helping especially with muscles tightening up.

with all the chaos consuming me inside out, i was left with one belief to hold on to: Finish this no matter what. Just keep shooting, fast enough to clear these 60 shots by 11.15am(the end time). 

by then, it didn matter to me anymore. whether it was a 7, 8, 9 or 10. trigger freezes still occurred. banging machine, and inconsistent routines were all executed. let all frustration and anxiety undo themselves in one way or another. it didn matter to me how they were all released. having not finished shooting 60 shots twiced at prone, i made sure i nvr will and ever again let that happen especially not in an event that i hav shot for nearly 6 years now. i was on the edge of misery.

it felt really miserable right after my last shot. i threw everything out. KT glove pulled out and threw. Contact glove pulled out and threw. Knobloch specs unwore and threw, and it dropped on the floor even. unbuttoned jacket, thrusting my anger into taking it off and dumping it on the chair. did the same to my inner wear. i was in total disbelief as to how i shot the whole competition.

thrown right into deep tots, i could barely even fake a smile. in a state of total disgruntlement, i juz lost it. i lost everything today...