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Tuesday, April 26, 2005

when the hunter becomes the hunted...

10 half crazed, starving boys with guns.
no, its not the JI.

rather, its my seniors and i, having a fun-filled pain-wracked game of Paintball. and despite my desperately evident inadequacy with a gun (my future National Service sergeant - watch out), with my aiming abilities on par with one of the three blind mice on crack, i cant deny that i didn't have fun - pain excluded (getting shot hurts, as i realised from personal experience. vast amounts of experience)

even roughly 4 days after the 600 seperate incidents where i got virtually riddled/splattered by a multitude of colourful paint splotches, i have nightmares of getting shot down at range (i innocently unaware of the fact he, jason, missed twice and he had me in his sights forabout half an hour). i (somewhat gratefully) resigned to my demise after uttering a pain-filled vulgarity (several if i recall), rising gracefully from an ungraceful half squat which somewhat resembled a constipated toad, bloodied and painted but unbowed in defeat, after a full five minutes of hard work, sweat and toil crawling about my base frantically pleading for assistance in reloading my paintball rifle (i still believe it was sabotaged). much to my surprise, as i was about to raise my trembling arms to signify defeat, the terrifying sight of mia hiang (by far not the smallest person present), rising up from a bush like a god of war, and in the space of 5 seconds, revel in my state of despair and fear, took in the delightful sounds of my screeching of "heeeeeeelp" before emptying his clip in me, leaving me in a comatose state of pain.

to this day, i still have the bruises on my fine physique, and i wear them as badges of honour and bravery, showing them off to my seemingly unperturbed friends (i'm sure everybody wants one now! at the expense of $30 for 2 hours and a ridiculous $18 taxi fare to discovery centre. how was i supposed to know that it's at tuas and on the opposite side of singapore from my beloved home of Mandarin Gardens at siglap rd?)

and after having (deliciously cheap and a rather interesting) dinner with shawn ang at Thai Pan, i'm pleased to say i've re-acquainted myself with an old friend i used to play football with in years gone by when i was considered small (or vaguely human-sized as most friends recount). and i made a new acquaintance, of whom i haven't really made contact since then. still a net increase of TWO on my friendster. whoo. damn i feeel like a Sim.

another belated (sorry) misadventure of
martin "target practice" butler a.k.a. butlerman, recreating a losing battle against the viet cong.
cheers to a (sadly) departing friend, anderson.
TO THE BATMOBILE

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