this was on my forearm actually. had to twist awkwardly to get a clear picture.
i was expecting more, honestly. and even this was such a cheap shot. i had to wave the white flag coz my marker (aka gun) got jammed, and as i was walking out of the field, people started firing at me aimlessly, and one hit me from behind! unfair.
i did get shot a few times, but the pellets didnt burst so it didnt count. anyways, this was so far the only visible bruise i got, till i went to shower and saw...
i had another on my chest, and one more on my lower back. but those two barely protruding. this however, was as close as i got to those horrific paintball aftermath stories. its not painful actually. but the worse is...
THE LEGS! omg. climbing, running, breaking suddenly, crouching and the horror of squating again AND AGAIN. dah la that day's futsal effect not yet wear out, plus today's game, when i wake later in the morning, i could use an electric wheelchair!
but the game was AWESOME. serious fun. and serious exercise. its not just shooting. but taking cover and running IS tiring.
that said, it doesnt come cheap either hehe... luckily the company subsidized!
oh yea and the game was kinda in a ladang kelapa sawit. like damn outa town they built this place nicely, but theres other infrastructure nearby. so boss and i went to chech out the battlefield and she goes:
"waahhh this place if got snake how?"
ME: well then consider it your lucky day!
OMG i just finished Kevin couple hours ago. it was such an unexpected ending! the book was superb la. it kinda reminded me of Sixth Sense, the twist which i loved so much.
the obvious scare of raising a child, be it whenever, certainly protruded. Kevin's the absolute un-ideal kinda child u'd imagine for. as everything that could go wrong, will go wrong?
it just puts into prespective that its no small past time or oops-it-happen-accident aftermath having a kid. kinda scary actually. trying to find the faint hint of you in a younger and paler complexion, but to find otherwise. you'd never think, or at least I, that things could begin from so long ago. underestimating intelligence.
it was so friggin' scary.
but it also opened up my thinking, that everyone is different. the words 'spoken' through Kevin, although sadistically inclined, did bring about the *much forgotten by me* thought that everyone is friggin' different.
not everyone's looking forward to a picnic or a trip to the museum. not everyone is into computer virus or plain sardonic talk.
*realize this sharman*
same case in mind, not everyone wants to be a watcher. some want to be a wantchee.