going commando
last sunday, i went commando.
no, i did not spend the whole day without wearing underwear. i went paintballing.
for those of you who dont know what that is, its where a bunch of people get together, simulate war-like situations and shoot each other with paint pellets. there was a group of us from work (it was meant to be a larger group of ppl, but as usual, most of em flaked) who decided to do something together that wasnt, as one guy said, girly. paintballing is un-girly as it gets i reckon. you get suited up in the fatigues they give ya, you put the mask on that makes breathing an issue, you get your gun and away you go.
everyone who is there on the day gets split into two teams, and its pretty random how they choose it, so you have some friends on your team, but for the most part, its a bunch of strangers. but that did not matter to us out on the field. during the rest breaks, we were friends. but out there, in war, the green team was the black team's enemy, and we were determined to take em down. of course, this didnt happen, with the green team winning 5 out of the 6 games. but we tried our hardest. we crawled on our bellies, and hid behind trees and commando rolled with the best of them. i even shot one dude in the face. (he cheated and kept going, even though he was out bc i shot him. he went on to win the game for the green team. im not bitter...)
Now, dont let the idea of 'paint' fool you. that shit hurts. especially when you have no idea where the shots are coming from. i got shot in the arms, the thighs, the ass, the neck. it totally stings. but it was so worth it. i was like the guys in the WW2 movies with their arms blown off, telling their friends 'dont worry about me mate, im right, just give me a gun, i'll shoot with my good hand'. Who cares if i was shot and got bruises and welts on my body? who cares if i got scratches from crawling in the scrub, or that i couldnt breathe with the face mask on? none of it mattered. my goal was to shoot at least one of my friends.
in the end, it didnt matter that i was on a losing team. the point was, i spent a great day out with fantastic people. though the whole day did make me realise something about myself:
i am definately a lover not a fighter.
no, i did not spend the whole day without wearing underwear. i went paintballing.
for those of you who dont know what that is, its where a bunch of people get together, simulate war-like situations and shoot each other with paint pellets. there was a group of us from work (it was meant to be a larger group of ppl, but as usual, most of em flaked) who decided to do something together that wasnt, as one guy said, girly. paintballing is un-girly as it gets i reckon. you get suited up in the fatigues they give ya, you put the mask on that makes breathing an issue, you get your gun and away you go.
everyone who is there on the day gets split into two teams, and its pretty random how they choose it, so you have some friends on your team, but for the most part, its a bunch of strangers. but that did not matter to us out on the field. during the rest breaks, we were friends. but out there, in war, the green team was the black team's enemy, and we were determined to take em down. of course, this didnt happen, with the green team winning 5 out of the 6 games. but we tried our hardest. we crawled on our bellies, and hid behind trees and commando rolled with the best of them. i even shot one dude in the face. (he cheated and kept going, even though he was out bc i shot him. he went on to win the game for the green team. im not bitter...)
Now, dont let the idea of 'paint' fool you. that shit hurts. especially when you have no idea where the shots are coming from. i got shot in the arms, the thighs, the ass, the neck. it totally stings. but it was so worth it. i was like the guys in the WW2 movies with their arms blown off, telling their friends 'dont worry about me mate, im right, just give me a gun, i'll shoot with my good hand'. Who cares if i was shot and got bruises and welts on my body? who cares if i got scratches from crawling in the scrub, or that i couldnt breathe with the face mask on? none of it mattered. my goal was to shoot at least one of my friends.
in the end, it didnt matter that i was on a losing team. the point was, i spent a great day out with fantastic people. though the whole day did make me realise something about myself:
i am definately a lover not a fighter.
posted by ~shan at
4:18 pm
1 Comments:
Nice one. I was a little worried for a second there that it was gonna be a post about the no underpants thing.... Always wanted to go paintballing but the cost and distance has always been prohibitive.
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Anonymous, at 18 September, 2006 11:40
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