Sunday, September 24, 2006

i didnt go to church today. im such an apostate. well, its only for today. had a competition at yishun safra, safra monthly shoot. only one detail, very few people (just goes to show how many shooters abandon their sport in the interest of study). only 3 other guys for 10m air rifle men, another RI guy was a no-show.

had a TON of problems when i got there. when i got there they were just opening up, and the air conditioning wasnt cool yet. i had to go rent my rifle (the school gun sucks as bad as ros), and when i got it and paid rental, I REALIZED THAT THE REARSIGHT WAS THE ONE THAT I HAD SWITCHED WITH ANOTHER GUN CUZ IT WASNT WORKING RIGHT. dammit. so i went back, tried to get the rearsight off the school rifle, and IT WOULDNT COME OFF. so i had to return the safra rifle and sign out the school rifle. which means i paid 2.10 for nothing. damn those stupid capitalists.

so by this time, preperation time has already started. i got my suit on real quick, started dry firing. the problem with the school gun, the pressure on the trigger is very inconsistent. meaning, that sometimes the gun will fire when you dont expect it to, and there's no second pressure. well. thats just wonderful. there i am, shooting with a shit-ass gun, while some hotshot, half bald coach is shooting in the lane in front of me with his steyr, and some hotshot nerd is shooting behind me with a 603 (same as mine, but probably no problems with it, and he was wearing a freaking korean suit. probably.). intimidation? never! i am FEARLESS.

competition started, i was pretty unstable. but, my first series, i got 95! surprising, since the foresight lens i was using was 4.0 clear. and the gun was freaking light. and i was really unstable. and the damn trigger was screwed. amazing! God in heaven was smiling.

everything was good, till around my 35th shot. i dropped my towel, and i moved my foot to get it off (looked freaking stupid). in doing this, i lost me footing, and when you lose your footing, unless you get it back to the same place it was, your sighting is screwed. which is exactly what happened. i proceeded to ruin everything that i had worked for (282 in 30 shots, qualifying score for the national finals fo shizzle), and i got an 87 and 85. bloody fricking hell. really bad lapse of concentration, i'll never forgive myself.

my final score? 95, 92, 95, 87, 85, 92. imagine if the 87 and 85 had been 93 and 93. i'd have gotten 560. for me, thats really good. anyway, doesnt matter. i havent trained for a week prior to today's competition.

anyway, my fingers are in agony. played guitar too much. my fingers are supposed to get used to it by now, but valerie (a really pretty/nice/short girl) said once that i had pretty fingers. so yeah.

and i think ashvini's forgotten all about me. :(

that's all.

7:37 PM N