Sunday, September 23, 2007
Alright, it's time to revive this space of rants. The past few weeks have been.. Projects, projects, projects, hardly any sleep, staying late in the office to get work done cause the computer at home is soooo damn laggy and finally..
IT IS ALL OVER!!!
For now, that is. Tired as I may be, I somehow found the strength to agree to go into Malaysia to have a game of Paintball. Seriously. I thought I was gonna die from exhaustion but from the looks of it, yours truly is not as weak as I seem.. Anyway, dragged my body out of bed after getting a wake up call from my boss aka chauffeur, Anson who promptly yelled in the phone loud enough for the whole world to hear and then proceeded to give me another 10 miss calls for me to hurry up cause he reached early.. Dots..
And so we met up with the other people and all went in together. Three cars, 10 adults and 2 kids. Going in was pretty tense cause the stupid guys had to stop twice to go godknowswhere for godknowswhatreason and leave us girls (there were only 3 of us girls, all in the same car) in the car which left us all pretty nervous cause we were scaring each other with the rape/murder/robbery/rape/MURDER&RAPE stories from the news and even though we locked the door, we were still pretty much on high alert mode just to be sure..
Half an hour later and we were finally there, with the guys being extremely hyper that they were promptly going to war armed with guns that shot paint pellets at 120km/h or smthg and apparently, they brought along their army outfits lah. (Namely, their number 4 and combat boots.) COMBAT BOOTS LEH!!! NO JOKE LAH!! 5 retarded boys (I refuse to call them men/guys cause the moment they saw those pellet releasing contraptions, they turned into kids) and 2 babes dressed in jeans and t-shirts. Then the war began!
4 hours and dunno-how-many pellets later, we were all shagged and gross and sticky and painty and tired and injured and bruised but it was good fun. I mean, how rare is it that you actually get to shoot at your bosses with guns and they will not sack you cause of the hurt or whatever and if they really do confront you, you can always say that it was a natural reflex action to shoot at the enemy or that technically, you didn't cause the damage, it was the
pellet that caused that big ugly bruise. Haha
the consequence of playing in war games
taken less than 12 hours later.Lunch was at this extremely stuffy coffeeshop but the food was pretty decent. Think I would have enjoyed it much more if it wasn't that hot. I was seriously melting lah... Then I dunno how it started off but we went to White Sands for a massage. Not all of us lah.. just the few of us that were in Anson's car and then it was finally home sweet home. Sunday/today, met Cat and Karen at Tampines cause we were going for a SOKA concert thing which Cat invited us to.. It was pretty okie and I was seriously suprised at the turnout.. I mean, I thought it was just a small affair but turns out, the response was soooo good that we had to sit outside the hall lah.. Not that I minded lah.. least can get to look see look see and experience what Cat was telling us all about so yeah.. It wasn't that bad lah. And now, I can finally sit and rot and do nothing that actually requires much thinking cause I have been using too much of my brain power these past few days.
Wow, now that is a pretty long post since a long long time... and I have to find that song that da jie wants..
Back to rotting~
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the consequence of playing in war games