Definition of Life and Memories.

Yesterday was really an astonishing day as I had my chance to have a try on paintball. The day certainly made long especially with the time it took me to travel through public transport.

I reached the Putra LRT station (Kelana Jaya) at about 10:30am then had a ride to Masjid Jamek. Then I bought the ticket to Sri Petaling (The place where Park Leng picked me up) and SMSed Park Leng immediately that I was “on the way” to Sri Petaling. At first I thought it was like a few stops away, but when I looked at the railway chart, I realized that the destined station was located at the end of the railway and I left my jaw slightly open.

I alighted at Chan Sow Lin station to take another train because the one I was boarding was heading to ampang (After Chan Sow Lin the track will diverge into two path, which one heading to Ampang and another one to Sri Petaling). I did make some conversation before that to make myself crystal clear on where the hell am I going (well it’s not supposed to be so complicated but somehow it’s still my first time, so bear with it! ).

Ding Dong, Ding Dang, Ding Dong….. now I’ve reached Sri Petaling

Park Leng was with his Atos when I recognized his face upon leaving the station. We went for a breakfast straight away. While having my breakfast I saw his friends and had a chat with them, among the conversation I did ask about the feeling of being shot, you do not want to know what kind of answer I heard.

Park Leng drove (three in his car; he, me, and Nicholas) to Subang Jaya’s but it was closed ( ON EVERY MONDAY! PFFFT). By the way the place was quite near to Taylors, or I should say it’s after the SJMC. And hence, we went back to the Bukit Jalil stadium(the place where I was alighted, and also somewhere near Park’s Leng house) and there is another place to have paintball game at there.

We reached there at 1:30pm and we were told to “be seated” until 2:30pm because the staff was about to go for lunch, and we waited. Time passes fast when there are presence of friends, it was true; We were given briefing at about 2:30pm, and there we go!

The resting zone in the intervals of rounds.

We were provided with a mask, vest, marker (the gun), bullets, and a field (duh!). We played “capture the flag”, which is that players have to shoot down two god-dammed heavy bottles located at the opposite team and then they will be permitted to grab two flags (one at once) back to their starting point to win.

The marker is seriously heavy especially if you hold it with one hand (when your another hand is occupied with the mask), it drains all your energy when you’re running and lift it up to target your opponents.

We played like five rounds, in the last round they told us to use a secret passage (which is meant for competition purpose) to get behind another team, and we did. They got surprised and being shot by the distraught Park Leng, and me as well. It was tired but I could have several rounds more if there is.

The marker is hard to use though, when you tilt your marker by a little, the pallet’s direction will be a whole lot distinct! Moreover the wind is also essential to help your pallets to reach your opponent, it’s a game of skill and experience, with a little stupidity. Hahahahahha

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