Shoot!

God created the world in six days, and then He rested on the seventh. Then some moron came up with an ingenious plan of setting up call centers. Since then nobody, including myself, hasn’t had any kind of rest. Lately the only relaxation I get is drinking an entire Saturday away after my shift is over, sleeping the entire day Sunday (waking up every now and then to piss, and eat), then going back to work come Monday. Very rewarding, especially to my belly.

I cannot stress enough how eager I am to get myself back into sports. And when I say getting myself back I mean being able to play and stretch my maskels again after five friggin’ years of inactivity. Where else in this world can I spend my overflowing amount of energy aside from running on my way to work and cavorting in the mall after every work hours? (Oh please, nobody mentions masturbation. I got bulging muscles down there already! Or are they blisters? I don’t know.) I am thinking of going back to doing any one of the following activities:

Basketball

• Strain - *****
• Enjoyment - ***
• Pain - ********** (especially in our neighborhood when the entire populace consists only of dogs, MMDA personnels, and construction workers)

Arnis

• Strain - ****
• Enjoyment - ******* (when you break someone’s femur)
• Pain - ********** (when it’s your femur that got creamed)

(Ballroom Dancing) There’s no third alternative.

Not much of an option I have. Good thing my new supervisor was cool enough to suggest we go Paintball shooting last Saturday. Shooting? WTF?! I told him I didn’t want to hurt somebody, especially myself! I tried Airsoft once but never pursued it because the bullet hits left a prominent bruise on my supple skin. I’m a traumatic sissy like that. But since my entire team was up for a tournament (and I was never the wet blanket in our group) I decided to come along.

Surprisingly, the game turned out more enjoyable than my previous hurtful experiences. We had two rounds of Offense – Defense tourney and two rounds of Last Man Standing competition – on all of which, except on one round, I got scrimmaged. What baffled me the most was the two female members of our team did not acquire any signs of hit on them! They had no paint marks at all. Me? I got a small bruise on my left arm and one on the lower right side of my torso. Stupid stray bullets!

A bullet hit left nothing but a wee kiss mark on the Kryptonian's left arm. From a kiss that hurt like shit!

The entrance and the price of the bullets were pretty affordable as well. For non-members, 500 bucks should cover for the entrance fee and the cost of 100 bullets (5 bucks for each additional paintball). For those who would like to become a member, it will be 2.5 K for unlimited sessions for a year and a discounted price of 3 bucks per paintball. A two-hour session is enough to give you muscle pains the following day (from all those crouching, crawling, and tumbling. Ok, no tumbling). We’re definitely coming back for some more (paint)ball-popping action that hurts soooo good!

 Suit up, soldier!

Shhh… 

You have to pose like this in order to avoid stray bullets. 

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