Friday, July 10, 2009
No airsoft, frisbee and parkour (for a month or two)
Life sucks, but it rocks too...
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Sunday. Sunday. The day of the week where I get to be someone I admire. Someone who shot at people for a living. Someone who gets to shout "FUCK!!", and yet no ones dares correct them. Someone who runs around with other sweaty men. Every sunday, I turn into that someone, and that someone is a Soldier. Yes, I turn into a soldier every sunday. A soldier who can't live without KFC and Kusina Tsina. Once a week, I allow my inner child to just let loose. Some sundays are fucking awesome, some are so boring, like what happened last sunday.
I was so freaking excited upon reaching our war site last Sunday. I brought my new gun, hoping that I could shoot at someone with it. But something happened, its not functioning. I asked one of my team mates to have it fixed, after 30 minutes of tinkering with it, we gave up. Shit happens anyway. I still played, luckily I brought my extra AEG.
Here's come action, so I thought.
I was on the assault team. I really had a hard time reaching the objective building. After 20 minutes of crawling, finally, I arrived. Two other guys were with me, we were planning to finally run into the building and shoot at everything living thing that we see, we were about to do our "super assault move" when we saw some of the assault team coming out of the building, and one of them was carrying the box that we were supposed to retrieve. Ok, game is over, we won. And I was not able to fire my weapon. Ok, I'll get them next time.
Again, I was assigned to the assault team. I suggested to my team that we go way around and surprise the enemy bunkered up in the Kill House. Ok, seems like a good idea. We then reached a clearing, I took a piss, which almost all of us did. After that, we planned on what we were going to do, then, we heared gun fire, we immeadiately ran to the Kill House, upon reaching it, we noticed that there was no one inside, we asked one of the guys, "Tapos na?" and he sheepishly answered, "Oo". Damn, we were late for the war.
I will not write in here what happened to the two games that happened after. You just guess. As always, shit happens. Boring.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Handicapped? F**k you!
Nothing to do at work. Well, there are some things to work on, but I just don't feel like working. I am on uber lazy mode. So I opened a browser and typed in the web address of one of my favorite sites (aside spankwire.com, youporn.com and the likes) to get my daily dose of laughter. I love reading articles from this site, they are educational as well us, funny. One article caught my attention, the title itself sounded interesting, 5 Technologies That Turn Handicaps Into Super Powers. Hmmmm... Click, the page loaded, and halfway through the article, I found myself surprised with what I was reading.
Science is awesome! Well, science turned the geeky Bruce Banner into the Hulk, right? Not only science, but technology too. Science and technology can be a bitch too, sometimes. Did it do more harm than good?
After reading the article, I found myself whishing, if ever, though I'm not really asking for it, if ever I loose an arm, I want it replaced with an M4A1 Assault Rifle. Just like what Rose McGowan had for a leg in Planet Terror.
Here's the link... enjoy...
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
- sell my old clothes
- donate them to charity
- use them as fuel
Number 2. Yes. Donate to charity. Bantay Bata? Asilo de Molo? Who needs it more? 2-3 little children can fit in one of my shirts. And that will save soap and water used for laundry. Ayt?
I scratched option 3. I don't want to add more carbon gases to the atmosphere. So, nada.
As I rummaged through my clothes, I was amused, or maybe, terrified. I still had my taekwondo kimono that I used when I was still a player in highschool, and that was like 7 years ago. I just prayed that I won't find my old elementary uniforms. Cause I know that it will bring back terrible memories. God help me.