So last Friday night Cha and I joined some friends for a game of paintball. It was my first time and I was excited and also a bit nervous. I've heard stories from friends about the game, how it hurts when a bullet hits you, how the spot where you got hit will bruise for weeks and how your heart will pound when you're in the game coz it feels like you're gonna get shot with a real bullet! So let's just say, that night on the way to the battle ground, I was feeling 30% excited and 70% scared like hell! :lol:
We got suited up (in very unfashionable jumpsuits with no padding whatsoever! and I was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans!), were given our gun with 100 pallets in it and got briefed on our mission (the first round was to totally eliminate our opponents). The horn blared and the game started. Everybody ran off in different directions to find cover behind barrels, in huts, in bunkers, etc. I found myself behind a wall of bamboo covered with some mesh made of rubber. I couldn't see my husband anywhere! He left me! Dang! At that point I guess it was every man for himself. Haha.
It was quiet at first. Then the shooting started. People were running here and there and those who had got shot had to remove themselves from the game. I didn't move at all. Haha. I just stayed at my spot and shoot whichever enemy who was unfortunate enough to cross my path. My heart was pounding in my ears. I was bracing myself for the pain that would follow if a bullet were to hit me. And afraid that an enemy might sneak up from behind. My GOD! Talk about an adrenaline rush! Of fear! My mind, for a minute wondered off to the movie Saving Private Ryan. Of how it would feel to be in a real war, facing real bullets...
Ok ok ok. All that drama was just for the first round. By the second round, (the mission was to capture a flag in the middle of the battle field and take it to the enemy's camp, without getting hit) I was actually enjoying myself! This was fun! The third round was to protect one of our team members we chose to be the 'President' and lead him to the enemy's base without getting hit. And the fourth round was to 'finish whatever bullets you have left'. In other meaning, Go Crazy!
That's when I got hit, just as I fired my last bullet. It felt like someone had thrown a stone at my collarbone. Yes, it thumped on the bone itself! What was worse, the bullet didn't break, which meant the bullet was not as soft as it was supposed to be, which meant.. IT HURT LIKE HELL!!
All in all, it was a good game and I am up to play it next time! Next time, I will come prepared. I got a few pointers as i watched my friends suit up in the beginning. One of them wore a snow cap to save his head and another one actually zipped on a thick padded jacket before putting on the jumpsuit!! Well THANK YOU for not giving me the heads up guys! No wonder you were running into enemy territory fearlessly!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Still Waiting...
OH MY GOD! I am so bored I feel like puking! I am getting tired of my daily routine. I NEED A JOB! I feel like my brain is functioning slower and slower. Its starting to feel like it has no purpose. And I keep thinking about money. I need to pay off my study loans damn it! Won't someone call me and offer me a job?! (ok, offer me an interview first).
The scary thing is, I heard tons of resumes are coming in to the UAE from used-to-be well off countries like Ireland, the UK and Australia. Some of them people have even flown into the UAE to secure a job for themselves. Dang! How do I compete? It already looks like I can't win the battle. Frustration, frustration, frustration!
But I'm not giving up that easily. I'll keep on trying...
The scary thing is, I heard tons of resumes are coming in to the UAE from used-to-be well off countries like Ireland, the UK and Australia. Some of them people have even flown into the UAE to secure a job for themselves. Dang! How do I compete? It already looks like I can't win the battle. Frustration, frustration, frustration!
But I'm not giving up that easily. I'll keep on trying...
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