Bulls eye!

I clicked. I aimed. I fired!

So do tell, am I a hobbyist? Perhaps I am. This time - Paintball.

Winners

I woke up with a startling revelation. One I must keep to myself. Or perhaps I'll share it with Chabs. Haha. At 9:30 AM on a Wednesday, a nonworking holiday (Happy Birthday, Ka Andres!), we started off to Global Gutz in Taguig. You must know that beforehand, I sent pictures of the map to Chabs for her confirmation. And her reply was, "Oo tama yan." (Yes, that is correct.) So I studied how to get there. Even asked for directions from her friend, who was a boy, Neps. What I gathered was that after McKinley Hill, it was easy enough to spot the place, I cockily presided the convoy with Sir Dale. "Yep, I know how to get there!"

Traversing C5, I looked out for the sign Gymnasium. A few kilometers after McKinley Hill, I realized I could not find the place. Which prompted me to call Chabs. And require more information on the whereabouts of the place. We were on a service road in Palar, on hazard, just waiting for Chabs and Neps to direct us to the right place. However, Chabs instructed me to wait for them at Petron in BCDA. I asked if it was on the southbound side, but I got vague answers like Daryll pointing towards the gas station's signage just a few more kilometer from where we at. We realized our mistake of not using the service road when we were at the main road already. And we have to find another U-turn. I called Chabs again and informed her, we were going to Tagaytay instead! HAHA! What a laugh. At the cemetery, we turned back, and waited for them for a few. When they got there, we were herded towards the same path of which we just came from. Argh, GHG emission blah! Chabs, you owe one to mother earth! HAHAHA. We turned left at the cemetery, where we previously made our U-turn, and arrived in Global Gutz, intact, but not in the best of moods. Hahaha. Oh well. Tin was pretty surprised - to put it mildly - nah, she was shocked, to find out I'm a monster when behind wheels. My previous run in with the cops made me that. Sheepish. :D

Now we arrive. Picked teams. Winners vs Losers via rock-paper-scissors. I was part of the winning team. And we won. On the first two rounds. The game plan, sugod lang nang sugod! HAHA!

Huddle up for strategy

We changed teams. And my team lost the third round. But I guess, Sepho won us the last round. Sorry Chabs, I'm giving that round to Sepho. He was cunning and agile enough to attack you at your base! :D Readers, you must know, they were the last men standing. Guns loaded still with bullets (I emptied mine way before anyone else did), so there.

At first, I was pretty scared of the gunshots. Friends know I seldom play games which trigger my nervous and panic attacks. On the first round, I guess I fired only 4 shots. Haha. How puny.

Coward!

Sepho taught me to change hideouts, while Sir Dale taught me how to shoot. Running duck-style was not an easy feat. My muscles were sore, and I was sweating profusely from the mask and bulky vests. Nevertheless, we took fire. And beat the other team effortlessly. Hihi.

Later, I was cocky as hell, and not hitting anyone! :)) But, far as I could tell, I shot two people, one on the head. And I was not hit on any body parts, only my ammo was tainted with yellow. Yes, I am a coward like that. :))

Poser

Ah. Urban Escape. :)

You play, you hold out peace sign, you live

The players