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Friday, June 22, 2007


went for paintball yesterday! wahaha, damn fun, but not that fun when you get hit. haha. i'm proud to say i was the first casualty of the day. first game, my team ran up, with me running along. next thing i knew, i got hit in my arm. first reaction, "God that hurts." but it wasn't nearly as painful as i thought. haha. the bruise doesn't even hurt now. some people didn't get off as lucky though. betty had a shot in the leg that still stung after the whole thing was over, and this (poor) guy got shot in the next twice in quick succession. another guy was shot in the butt, so he stood up, was running back to his home base, and got shot 3 times in the back. ouch.

end of the day, four teams, my team got 2nd. "officially" we got first, but technically, we counted ourselves and we had second. ah well. went over to north point (i think, it's the one next near yishun mrt) to slack. many people left after that and ended up we had 5 people going to far east, because eugene wanted to get new slippers. from the point of leaving the mrt to when i got home, i was super shag. damn tired, walked around with them like a zombie. angie kept saying i "emo in one corner again". haha.

sent angie to the bus stop after that, and found out my dad would be fetching me home, whihc was a good thing since i was wondering how i was going home with 4 dollars in my wallet and -66cents in my card. couldn't even send angie home. haha, she got home safe though, so no worries :p

reached home around 9 plus, didn't even change, not to mention bathe, and lay down on my bed. didn't take me long to fall asleep, and next time i was up, it was 2am. went back to sleep, woke up at 8, went back to sleep, woke up at 9.45, and decided to get up. did the stupid online thing to choose the electives i would be taking for next semester, but gave up at 11 plus because the whole thing lagged alot. went to lie down on my parent's bed, and woke up at 1 plus, did the thing, shut down the com, bathed, slacked, came online, chatted awhile with wj, checked out some articles, and blogged.

it appears that vince mcmahon, the guy in charge of WWE, is dead. i don't believe it, think it's all a scheme to boost ratings. call me unsympathetic or whatever, i don't care. you know how he died? car bomb. HOW UNORIGINAL IS THAT! there was a camera following him the whole time, from him leaving the ring to the him stepping into the limo, and the blast, and it cuts off. and if you look at a picture of the car bomb, i think there's too much pyro anyways. i'll let that slide, since WWE pumps alot of money into pyro for the wrestlers' big entries, and it would be available in the building and if you know some guy who knows some guy who hates mcmahon, it wouldn't be hard to acquire them. but thing is, when someone sees an explotion, they either run, be it toward or from the explosion, or duck. they don't switch off the freakin camera, which could only mean the shot right after it gets cut off gives away the whole thing. to add into all this, "no body was recovered from the explosion". i mean, even the bali bombings, where the suicide bombers stuck explosives to themselves and set it off, had faces of the bombers or random body parts recovered, amongst the rubble in the whole building. i don't think it'll be hard to look for them in the remains of an exploded limo.

anyways, why do i bore you with this? i don't know, just to make a point. i don't really care that much, actually, since i stopped watching wrestling long ago, but i just wanted to voice my opinions. haha. so anyways, i'll be off doing more important things, ie. watch ghost hunt. cya

3:42 PM
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