Dihydroxyphenylmethylaminoethanol sucks. It's confirmed.

Yes monthly shoot. All us shooters know about it. I don't even know my score. OMFG Boxian!!! WTH!??!?! Suddenly shoot so fast!?! 585 somemore.

Anyway dear old Dihydroxyphenylmethylaminoethanol (read my previous post on it for more information) wreaked havok. Again. While shooting plenty of 10s, suddenly an 8 will pop-up! Like 10, 9 (WTH!!), 10, 10 (again, expected), 10, 10, 10, 10 (deja vu), 10 (aiya next shot sure 10), 8 (WTH THAT WAS SO WEN3!). Yes that's the feeling. Real screwed.

Better talk to coach. Graduate in sports psychology! Must be able to help me. Especially I shoot 98 to 100/100 during trainings (excluding days when my eyes hurt or something like that).

Lets give a brief account of what happened. Firstly, the guy says stuff like "Your preparation time have ended. Competition starts!". Then my adrenaline glands starts drowning myself with Dihydroxyphenylmethylaminoethanol. I gasp for more air to nourish my brain. Then my heart beats like there's no tomorrow. I pick up the rifle, and while my rifle is shaking like hell, I try to calm down. And once I start shaking much less, I aim and fire. 10. I repeat this step over and over again for the first two series, occasionally getting a few 9s, or 8s (WTH!).

For the next few series, I have already calmed down. So just pick up the rifle, aim, shoot. 10. Second shot, 9 (WTH!!)!!!!. Ok nevermind that. Just continue. Pick up rifle, aim, shoot. 10. Repeat another 7 times. Last shot. Pick up rifle, aim (wah y so steady?), fire (wah definitely 10). 8 (OMFG WTH!!!!!!!!!!!).

Yes, you get the idea. I hope coach hasn't forgot what she learnt about sports psychology. And OMFG PLEASE CHECK MY GUN AGAIN!!

Everyday Pwnage.

Hi all! Who plays CS? Looking for someone to pwn me upside-down! Here's a screenshot of some everyday 2 on 1 Counter-Strike pwnage (BTW I'm Crappinni). Well the picture is pretty small standard 1024x768. But what's important is the score!! Look!!! So anyone who wants to attemp to pwn me please add me at bestking2@hotmail.com! And no hacks please! And yes! I have more screenshots of pwnage!

National Inter-School Shooting Championships.

Happy June holidays? Other than not having to go to school, sleeping till 6 P.M (NEW RECORD!) on one day and training on every single day (except Monday), really there isn't much difference. We still have maths homework enough to fill up the entire month (if you do 1 question a day), still have computer games to play, still have n00bs to pwn and still have NATIONAL INTER-SCHOOLS SHOOTING CHAMPIONSHIPS COMING UP!!!

Of course National Inter-School Shooting Championships (referred to as "nationals" after this) is damn important. Perhaps the most important for us schoolers (unless you're unreal (ok not so unreal) and go for international shit (like SEA Games or ASEAN Games or the not-so-easy-for-schoolers-to-get-into Olympic Games)). So many of us train like there's no tomorrow. Not only we train like hell, booking is a must nowadays (as predicted). After the nationals prelim rounds, only 4 schools (always the same few) for each division will be left. And the range will be empty!

For two years I have only brought back a silver cup (the first year's a freebie). Train for that gold!!! GO(ld) GO(ld) GO(ld)!

Damn. Dihydroxyphenylmethylaminoethanol sucks. Right?

Firstly, I want to start off by saying this. Dihydroxyphenylmethylaminoethanol (pronounced asnladisbladihwbelqiwbd(lol)) is the chemical name for adrenaline or epinphrine. It stimulates the body to increase the blood pressure and also the pulse rate.

While this is essential for certain circumstances (such as bullet dodging, car dodging, ball dodging and chapteh dodging), obviously this sucks when participating in precision sports such as air rifle and perhaps archery.

Just because dihydroxyphenylmethylaminoethanol was released into my blood from the adrenal glands, I hopelessly shot three 95/100s. Goddamit. That caused me my 580+. Need some serious emotional training here. Currently, my emotional disabilities are the limiting factor of my success.

Train! Train! Train!

And God Save the Crappinni! Please?