..and while they enjoy the sands and the surf, I’m here trying to get a hold of a couple of friends just to pass the day.
Fuck this shit.
..and while they enjoy the sands and the surf, I’m here trying to get a hold of a couple of friends just to pass the day.
Fuck this shit.
Locked away in a cage
My rage has got the best of me
Time finds a way each day
Of leaving less of me behind
I find this fight must be won
Inside my mind
So uptight and confined
Often blinded by the light
Taking it’s toll
On my system
Like some played out existence
Time.
Biding my time until I’m strong enough
To fight back
Hope
I hope against hope for some resistance
Been taking it out on my system
Rest Jiro, rest.
There’s a calm before the storm
And the western front is quiet
I’ve got Rembrandt as my right hand
And Solo as my pilot
Condemned Man
Convicted Man
Could not save my life, cutting strand by strand.
Passing it off like some kind of king, You don’t know peace
Till you’ve had suffering.
All of this so called resolve but you haven’t tasted pain,
Have you ever been inside of the new masterpiece?
Rest!
Time ticks away these last few moments
Is there anything we’ve left unsaid?
I’m on a quest for atonement.
I’ve got to find peace of mind
And a place to rest.
A few months back, I went to a shooting range in Clark, Pampanga. My uncle wanted me to try out some of the courses there, and so I did. It took us half a day to get from where I’m staying to said gun range. He asked me what I wanted to try out and, with my over enthusiasm with guns, I said “The precision rifle course!” He laughed and then reluctantly replied with “O sige, kunin mo na yung ear covers saka salamin dun sa counter.” (Alright, get your ear and eye protection over there at the counter.)
First order of business was the precision rifle range. And god damn it, my heart raced! That was the first time I actually held an M1903 Springfield. I was given a crash course on the basics of marksmanship before hearing these words:
“Target one! Shooter on the line; Line is hot! Engage on two! Five! Four! Three! Two—”
(bang)
“MISS! RE-ENGAGE! Engage on two! Five! Four! Three! Two—”
(bang)
“HIT! DIGRESS TO TARGET THREE! Adjust your D.O.P.E.! Remember! Adjust your sights at every 50 yard point down the line! Do NOT resort to S.W.A.G. (Scientifically Wild Ass Guess)! Target three! Shooter on the line; Line is hot! Engage on two! Five! Four! Three! Two—”
(bang)
Just a flashback. :)
So it’s actually been a while since I posted here. Now what in the actual fuck would I want to talk about?
I don’t even think anyone’s reading this. I actually doubt it. Haha. But, who cares. Just post something here and everything’s gonna stay the same.
So yeah, I’ll be going to another university in two weeks time. Goodbye, De La Salle - College of Saint Benilde and hello Far Eastern University - East Asia College.
I might just post some random shit here and there and be all liberal and shit.
Well, this is it for now I guess.
Jah, Peace!
